Mom was giggling a little. I had no idea what my aunt was saying but I could hear mom."He's getting to be a man." I heard mom say, followed by. "Yes. ...es. I saw him just the other day." That was followed by a giggle. "Bigger than I remember seeing it before." That was followed by more giggles, then; "Yes. I know. In the shower. Not much that I could see."I was tired and had no idea what mom was talking about, other than I was growing. Big whoop. I went back to the bathroom and then went back to. Swallowing he tentatively touched himself, feeling his mind return to him, albeit… Different.His body was soft and silky, his breast, filled each of his hands when he hefted them, his nipples so sensitive even the softest of touches forced him to coo gently in pleasure as he wiped his own cum off of himself.His cock lay flaccid between his thighs, the same as it had always been, but without any hair and flanked by soft plush thighs and a slender stomach even that, in its own way, now appeared. One day, I was shaving my three-day beard, as I needed to get ready to go to class. She came into the bathroom and told me she needed to have a shower because she was late for classes. I said I was about to finish shaving, so she would need to wait just a couple of minutes. She told me to go out, but I just continued focusing on my razor.She gave me a groan, and through the mirror, I saw how she took off her t-shirt, letting me see her big boobs for the first time. I was stunned. Then, she kind. My pastel pink blouse hangs loose over my petite chest, I am acutely aware of its cold silken texture against the top of my breast. My slacks are black and tight, cupping my firm behind. I turn the corner to the right on the way to my office and see a familiar sight at the end of the hallway. There is a large window overlooking the city, which currently looks like a gothic town surrounded by fog. There, illuminated by the bleak window, sits a bright yellow cart on wheels. The characteristic.