Sudden Male Rejection Syndrome  - Part 2

In the far future, humans are born androgynous and pick a gender once they reach adulthood. Vance and Jim both decide to be men, but things get awkward when Vance develops Sudden Male Rejection Syndrome and, over the course of minutes, goes from the masculine ideal to a curvaceous, female bombshell.

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Part 2

The drive home was awkward. Even something as simple as driving made Vanessa feel odd in this new body. Each time she adjusted herself in the seat, she felt how plush her ass was now. Every time she turned the wheel, her arms would press against her massive breasts, and because of them, she couldn’t lean forward as much as she was used to. The first time she did, they pressed against the horn, and the sound made them, and the driver in front of them, jump. Jim, at least, seemed apologetic.

“I should have thought more; obviously, you weren’t going to have an average woman’s size, not after being turned into such a tower of a man.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Honestly, I sort of panicked. Buying women’s clothing isn't exactly something I know a lot about. I just grabbed the first thing that wasn't a bikini.”

His face got redder with every word; by the end, he could give a beet a run for its money. 

“You didn’t think to buy me some normal clothes as well? Like a shirt?”

“I just…wanted to leave.” He muttered before giving her a stern look. “Besides, I did try to warn you about this. If you’d taken the precautions yourself, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Jim smiled a little smugly.

“You should be thankful I’m not teasing you to pieces about this. If it wasn't for me, you’d be topless right now.”

Topless in her car, with her bare breasts pressed up against the wheel, and Jim staring at her the whole way. Yeah, that would be worse, but she wasn't about to admit it. 

“Shopping for women’s clothing is hard.” Jim added, “There are so many different cuts and sizes and shapes, it's ridiculous. I was overwhelmed. Just be glad I got you something that…sort of fits.”

Vanessa let out a sigh. “Yeah, I probably would have done the same as well.”

They pulled up to Vanessa’s place, and she winced, looking over at her neighbours. They were taking advantage of the sunny day, sunbathing on the lawn. Jim seemed to read her mind.

“I’ll run in and grab you something, hold on.”

He returned a minute later with a shirt; Vanessa had bought it the other day, along with a whole new wardrobe. It wasn't made for this body, but at least she could squeeze her tits into it. Thank goodness she’d been so muscular as a man, or she would have had no hope. She gave the neighbours an awkward wave with one hand while the other held her breasts still as she went inside. And tried very hard not to focus on how their eyebrows raised into their hairlines upon seeing her. 

When they got inside, she flopped dramatically onto her bed and sighed, looking over the open closet.

“I just bought all those new clothes too.” 

“You’re going to need to get some other ones.” Jim blushed, “I don’t think that shirt will last long.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, sitting up only to look down. “Oh.”

The shirt was already stretched beyond repair. The fabric across her front was taut; sections were already partially see-through where the weave had been pushed to its breaking point. The shoulders were far too loose, and her nipples were clearly visible. Yeah, she wouldn't be going anywhere looking like this. 

“I guess I will have to go shopping again.” She muttered, “God knows who will sell clothes my size, though.”

“What size are you?”

“Fucked if I know.” She pouted, “Guy's clothes are just small, medium, and large. Women’s are all different, not to mention the whole bra thing. Apparently, boobs get a lot bigger than double Ds.”

“That’s for sure.” Jim breathed before catching himself. “Well, uh, why don’t we look online!”

Vanessa looked at him curiously as he got out his phone with trembling hands and began googling away. A wry smile found its way onto her lips; this might not have been her first choice, but maybe she could at least get one thing out of this new body. Jim certainly seemed more flustered by it than her male one. 

“Don’t those sites usually have measurements?” She asked innocently. “I guess we’ll have to measure me.”

“We?” Jim croaked.

Vanessa giggled and stood up, holding out her arms and did a quick spin. “How am I supposed to get a measuring tape around myself like this? I could barely manage it with my old body.”

“You want me…to measure you?” Jim swallowed.

“I mean, I’d like the help. It’s going to be so much more difficult on my own.”

Jim sighed and smiled. “Yeah, of course, do you have a measuring tape?”

“Yeah, hang on.”

Vanessa quickly walked over to the dresser and leaned over to pull the drawers out. She felt the swim trunks ride up, sliding into the cleft of her ass. Yeah, she really had to get some new clothes. The measuring tape was right where she left it, and Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh. Just a few days ago, she’d been using this to measure her biceps; now she was about to measure her breasts. She placed the tape gently in Jim’s hands, then took a step back and held up her arms.

“Where should we start?” He asked, swallowing again. 

“Dry throat?”

“Huh?”

“It’s just that you’re swallowing a lot.”

Jim’s face went pink. 

“Just…salt water,” he muttered, “uh, let’s start with your…waist.”

Vanessa could feel the heat from Jim’s body as he reached around her middle to loop the tape and pull it tight. His hands brushed the curve formed between her breasts and hips briefly, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Jim loosened the tape and lowered it to her hips, fitting it snugly before moving down to measure her legs. 

“Um, should I measure your…thighs?” Jim stammered after a moment, “It’s just…you’re so tall for a woman, even if you find pants your size, they might not fit you’re…ummm…”

“Are you trying to find a polite way to say I have thunder thighs?”

“They’re not thunder thighs, they are just…wide.”

“Go ahead then.”

It was Vanessa’s turn to swallow nervously as she felt Jim’s hand reach between her legs. His fingers would only need to rise a few inches, and they’d be brushing against her new sex. She resisted the urge to flex out of habit when she felt the tape tighten around her leg. He was kneeling just under her ass; if he wanted to, he could easily cop a feel. Vanessa wondered if that was what he was thinking about; it might explain why he was taking so long. 

“Alright down there?”

“This isn't exactly easy, again, if you’d taken me seriously when I first brought it up…”

He trailed off and kept measuring. Vanessa bit her lip; this was so embarrassing, but also more than a little hot. Jim’s hands danced slowly over her skin. Every touch was accidental, a brush of fingers against her hips, a tiny scratch of nail on her thigh. The measuring tape was cold against her bare skin, even through the bathing suit and shirt. But his hands were warm, and Vanessa could feel heat trails following in their wake.  

Jim wanted to be a nurse, but he had a surgeon's careful hands and eyes. He was methodical about this, taking notes and making sure not to miss a single measurement. Vanessa was sure she didn't need all of these for premade clothes ordered online, but she wasn't going to complain. Jim moved on to her arms, her torso, and even her head. Vanessa held back a laugh as he stood on his tiptoes to reach, before eventually giving up and standing on the bed. 

“I don’t think I need to know how big my skull is, Jim.”

“Just being thorough.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say you were just making excuses to feel me up.”

“I would never-!” He started, but Vanessa just laughed.

“I am joking! You’re being so serious.”

Jim just cleared his throat and looked away. “What about…your chest?”

“How do you even measure that sort of thing?” Vanessa asked, “Can you do it with tape?”

One video later, it turned out, you can. Vanessa pressed her lips into a thin line; all the women in the tutorials had much smaller breasts than hers. 

“It’s a good thing you’re here, I definitely couldn’t do this on my own.”

“Yeah, lucky me.” 

He sounded torn. Jim handed her the end of the tape, then quickly looped around, ready to pull it tight.

“Make sure it’s…over your nipples,” he blushed, “That’s the widest point.”

“Got it.”

Vanessa shimmied it down and immediately felt her cheeks heat as Jim pulled the tape and it pressed down, squashing her sensitive nipples flat. She felt them harden under the tape and suppressed a shiver of delight. Just that simple pressure created a low, teasing pleasure that coiled in her stomach. Then, just like that, it was gone as the tape went lax. Her hard nipples showed through the shirt, and she quickly pressed a hand to them both in the hope they would soften. They didn’t.

“Are you okay?” Jim asked.

“Fine! So, what’s the size?”

Jim pressed his finger to the tape and compared it to the chart they’d found online and blinked. 

“M Cup.” He gaped, “I didn't think boobs went that big.”

“Well, clearly I won the genetic lottery in both genders.” Vanessa sighed, rubbing at her back, making it arch slightly. “My spine isn’t doing so great, though, with all this weight.”

She pouted and thought for a moment. She’d never seen bras big enough to fit her in stores before. Not that she’d been looking that hard. Still, the idea of braving the outside world looking like this, only to come home empty-handed, made her squirm. 

“I can’t go out like this. Especially not somewhere crowded like a shop.”

She couldn't even walk to her front door without holding her boobs in place, let alone walk across a shopping centre. She’d get arrested for indecent exposure. 

“I’ll order you some stuff online if you like.” Jim offered, “You should probably call your doctor and tell him what’s happened. You’ll have to get your paperwork redone. They’ll probably want to give you a check-up too.”

A doctor poking and prodding this new body didn't sound as fun as Jim doing it. He was right, though; it had to be done. One long phone call later, Vanessa felt her brain melting out of her skull; so many questions, followed by so much information. Websites and links for support with SMRS, videos on how to handle back strain from breast weight, how to create a wrap in lieu of a bra. Her head was spinning; being a man had certainly been a lot simpler. 

“How’d it go?” Jim asked when she finally rejoined him in the living room.

“That took forever.”

“I noticed, I ordered you some clothes, nothing too girly, but I did grab a few more feminine things, they should be here the day after tomorrow. And uh…some bras.”

“Oh, thank God, I really need them.”

“Mmm, well, it might be a while.”

“What do you mean?”

“Turns out not a lot of places online stock M cups. I found one, but they are on back order…for six months.”

“Six months!?” Vanessa cried, “I have to go braless for six months?”

“Sorry?” Jim winced. 

“My doctor gave me a link about how to make some sort of wrap to hold them in the meantime…I guess SMRS often gives former men big boobs.”

She sighed. It was better than nothing. 

“So…how are you feeling about the whole being a woman thing?” Jim asked after a moment, “I know you didn’t choose it.”

“Yeah, a little weird. The body is weird, but maybe that’s just because it happened so fast. When I became a man, it took so much longer. I got used to each change as it happened, but this one…it all took at once.”

“I can’t imagine. Are you going to…do anything about it?”

Vanessa shrugged. “Honestly, I don't mind. It’s not like I had much time to think of myself as a man, not really. I can get used to this.”

She thought about Jim’s flustered face and smiled. 

“It has its upsides. I am sort of looking forward to learning how to be more feminine.” 

“Well, that’s good. I am glad you’re going to stay this way, I mean, I am glad you are happy to if you want. Which you do.”

Vanessa barely contained a snort of laughter watching Jim’s ears turn pink. She couldn’t wait to figure out how best to tease him. She started by gently putting a hand on his arm.

“Do you think you could stay with me for the next few days? At least until my clothes arrive, I’ll be bored being stuck in here all on my own.”

Jim hesitated for a moment before nodding. 

“Great!” Vanessa clapped her hands together, “Well, I’d better go start my research. Why don't you order us some dinner?”

She hopped up to her feet, wincing a little as her breasts bounced; she really needed to sort out that support wrap. She gave Jim a flirty wave and headed off to her room. It was time to start making the most of this change. 

She had taken the male catalyst mostly because she wanted to be big and tall; those things still applied even as a woman. She was still taller than Jim at least, and while not as muscular, she wasn't a waif either. Her doctor had talked about gender disappointment, about how plenty of people with SMRS struggled with the idea that they put so much thought into becoming male, only to have it taken away. He’d given out at least three different support group links, but ironically, she didn't feel like she needed them at all. She was still tall, still attractive and most importantly, it seemed that Jim was interested in her. 

She stripped out of the tight bathing suit and came to stand in front of the mirror, finally checking herself out in detail. The boobs were annoying, so big that they kept her from getting a good look at everything below them, but the mirror helped. Her muscles were small, but toned and her legs, gods, her legs. So tall and smooth and beautiful, Vanessa found herself blushing. 

“I guess I do like women, just a little.” She giggled, “I’d date me.” 

She hefted up her massive breasts and hummed in thought. They were annoying, but surprisingly, with support, they didn't even feel that heavy. 

“I suppose if I am going to be a woman, I may as well be totally stacked.” She snickered, striking a pose, holding her breasts with one leg bent. “Oh yeah, I can work with this.”

So the question was now, how to approach Jim. As a man, she was going to go slow, after all, she wasn't sure Jim even swung that way. After a single afternoon as a woman, she was sure he liked her body at the very least. She didn't want this to be just physical though; her heart fluttered a little bit thinking about it. Jim was special, her best friend, she didn't want to fuck him, she wanted to date him…and then fuck him. 

This body had plenty of teasing potential. Not just in the obvious ways either. There was her massive chest and beautiful curves, of course, but there were other, subtle things she found to like. Like the soft curve of her jaw, her wide, dark lashes or the way her short dark hair gave her a tomboy, athletic edge. She reached a hand up to grip the hair there; it was just long enough to grab a handful. She imagined Jim’s fingers gripping it in her place, tilting her head back as her back arched in bed. Her folds started to burn, and she had to stop. 

Instead, she traced over her hourglass figure, fingers lingering at the dark hair between her legs. She couldn’t look at it very well directly, thanks to her breasts blocking the view. In the mirror, though, she could see the dark triangle, stark against her still pale skin. A tiny swath of pink was visible through the hair, and curiously, she parted the folds. Her finger pressed inside, and Vanessa let out a shuddering gasp; it felt so good, yet so different to when she gripped her cock. 

Pleasure coiled as she swirled a finger around the hard little clit, and she was forced to brace herself against the mirror. Instead of watching her hand slide in and out, she focused on her face; the gorgeous expressions her new features were capable of making. She tried to memorise each one and how they made her feel. That way, she could strategically use each one against Jim until they collided. 

A breathy gasp made her mouth form a perfect O, and her eyes fluttered, threatening to roll back. Oh, that face was diabolical, especially when she paired it with a soft moan. Her finger pressed against her hole, threatening to slip inside the warm, welcoming passage, when a soft knock at the door made her freeze.

“Vance? Uh, I mean, Vanessa? Dinner is ready.”

She straightened up, wiping her wet finger against her thigh.

“Just a minute!”

That was close; she didn’t want to cum as a woman just yet. She wanted her first womanly orgasm to be at Jim’s hands. The teasing made her all the more eager, though. She grabbed an old scarf and quickly fixed herself a make-shift wrap to support her breasts and sighed as she turned and posed in front of the mirror. The support really did make all the difference, and they lifted the heavy breasts up and squashed them together. Which somehow made them look even bigger. At least her cleavage did. 

Vanessa thought back to the present at the beach; Jim had meant well, but in the end, he had made things a lot more awkward. Not to mention his know-it-all attitude afterwards. Maybe rather than coming right out and asking him, she’d torture him a bit tomorrow. They were both still swimming in post-transformation hormones after all, she couldn't help but grin at the idea of showing off a little. She would see how quickly she could get him hard, then watch how he tried to hide it. She giggled in delight; it was going to be so much fun. 

She put the bathing suit back on out of necessity and stepped out into the kitchen. Jim’s eyes lingered on her, just a second too long, as she stepped out before he looked away. Cheeks dusted pink. Vanessa smiled coyly and sat down at the dinner table, making sure to lean forward and rest her massive chest on the table. 

Oh yes, this would be fun.