"Come on Joshua!" The bombshell brunette wrapped in red ribbon pleaded, "It's your birthday and I even wrapped your gift!" I wasn't going to lie and say I wasn't tempted, but the idea that she was my friend was off-putting enough, tack on the fact that she was a he until a case of gender flu changed that. Now she sat in front of me, alluring me with her voluptuous breasts and peach-shaped ass in nothing but a ribbon, begging for sex.
It's a strange thing caring for someone with gender flu. Cases last only about a week which is fast enough to see the changes every day. It started relatively tame with his hair elongating until it reached his ass as well as his face becoming sharper. Then the next day I noticed his gut was smaller but there was swelling on his chest and hips. These bumps grew with each passing day as his waist narrowed until he had a distinctly feminine silhouette. On the 6th day, he felt better enough to eat at the table with me, making me realize how short he had become. Finally, on the final day of his illness, I found him panicked. He looked at me, tears in his eyes as he mouthed the words "It's gone."
I helped her with her new life, getting her whatever she wanted and being there when she needed me. Looking back, it was pretty obvious why she fell for me. I sighed after seeing just how badly she needed release, "I don't even know if you're still contagious." "It's been over a month. I'm no longer contagious... probably," she begged. She strutted over, running her hand along my chest, "And if I still am, I'll take care of you for the entire week!"