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A 'man' woke up as he did on any other day. His phone alarm went off, and he reached out and gave it a smack before he leaned up and stretched. He didn't bother checking his schedule that said 'Wallace Working 2 P.M.' on his phone.

"Ugh. Another day, another..." He paused. His voice sounded much higher pitched than before. In fact, his voice sounded more as if it belonged on a female. He pulled himself out of bed and glanced down. He opened his mouth, and he would have screamed if his throat weren't so dry.

Wallace raced to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He looked in the mirror, and he stared back at his own reflection. Wallace wasn't looking at a man, but that of a woman. The woman had long blonde hair and D sized tits. She felt like a bimbo bombshell of a figure, and as she ran her hands over her luscious ruby red lips, she opened up her pants and noticed her lack of cock, but smooth hairless nether lips between her legs. 'What the fuck? I'm a perverted man's wet dream.' He thought to himself in a panic.

Wallace raised up his shirt and shivered as he felt the weight of his tits bounce. He touched his tits, and then his crotch. He looked outside of the bathroom toward his parent's room. He still lived with his parents while he finished college. 'I can't let them see me like this! They won't even know who I am.' He thought to himself. 'Man, I know dozens of people who wished they were the opposite sex. I don't know anyone where it's actually happened to them!'

As Wallace felt his new female body, he felt a warm pulsing sensation between his legs. He quickly identified the sensation as arousal, but the female version of it. 'Fuck...and I'm even turning myself on.' He pulled up his clothes and wrapped his arms around himself. He had several questions as to how this happened. Deep down, he also felt excited. He could live his life as the opposite sex, and have all sorts of experiences that he'd never be able to go through as a man.

Wallace walked out to the living room and turned on the television. He flipped to the News channel in hopes for learning about his transformation, but nobody spoke about anything different. He changed to another News channel in hopes that the first one was just covering up the story, yet the second News channel talked casually as well about the morning events.

The door next to the living room opened and Wallace's mother walked out in her pink pajamas. She noticed the woman standing in the living room. "Well, you're up early." She said in a raspy voice. "Something wrong?"

Wallace looked at his mother with confusion. He wanted to shout at her that of course something was wrong; he was a she. However, his mother didn't react to him any differently than any other day. "I...does anything seem off about me to you?"

His mother shook her head. "No, I don't see anything wrong. Do you have a mole you need looked at? Are you in pain? Is anything numb?"

'Right. She's a nurse.' Wallace thought to himself. He sighed and shook his head. "Nothing, forget it." He went back to his room and closed the door behind him. He couldn't believe it. Not only did the world act as if everything was completely normal, but even his own mother didn't suspect anything changed. It wasn't as if Wallace only looked slightly different too. Wallace saw himself in the mirror. His hair was three times as long; his face was smooth and feminine. He had tits on his chest. One glance at him and one could tell he was a woman. 'Just think. What happened last night? Okay, I stayed up way later than I should have browsing the internet. I found this one website that had transformation stuff on it and I...had some fun with that before I went to bed.' He ran through his nightly routine. The website he went to was different from the normal places he visited, but it didn't look like anything suspicious.

Wallace sighed frustratingly. He didn't have the time to check his computer for his website as he had a job to do. Male or female, he had to work. "I guess I have to try going out in the world as this female body." He reached down and felt his chest. He shivered and felt himself grow wet between his legs. "Uhn...why is this so sensitive?"

Wallace took a deep breath and took off his clothes. He had time for a quick shower and then work. He paused as he undressed and looked down at his new female body. "I really am a woman. Wow." He stroked his chest again and shivered. "Okay, let's just get through this day. If everyone says you're a woman, then just play it out like one. Take a shower, get dressed, go to work, come home, and then have a nervous breakdown and scream about how my life is a lie, preferably in that order."

Wallace hopped into the shower and raised up his arms. He saw his slim feminine hairless arms, as well as his hairless legs. Most of his body besides his eyelashes and the hair on his head lacked any sort of body hair. His nails were trimmed, and his pinkish skin felt soft to the touch. The water brushed over his chest and caused him to moan quietly. "Mph...maybe, maybe this won't be so bad." He said to himself. "Life as a woman can't be that much different. Just a few...awkward times of the month, and my pay is probably less, but I get to live a bit longer on average compared to men."

After the shower, Wallace dried 'her' new body off. She was very careful around her tits. She then walked into her bedroom and pulled open her brown dresser. She immediately noticed women's underwear instead of men's underwear. 'Well, that explains that. It's as if reality just gender swapped me in a matter of one paragraph.' She thought. She put on red underwear between her legs and felt the silk rub up against her new cunt. It didn't feel pleasurable, but then again, most underwear wasn't supposed to be. She felt perverted as she dug into her own underwear drawer for a bra. Sure, women did this regularly, but she wasn't exactly a woman yesterday. She felt something rubbery, yet firm. She pulled it out, and quickly realized she grabbed onto a dildo. She let out a yelp as she quickly let it go. 'Gross, gross, gross! Who the fuck put that there? Wait, this is my underwear drawer. I don't have any brothers or sisters. I...did I put that there? Is that mine? Oh my god.' She couldn't believe it. She found a pink bra and grabbed that. She didn't care that her underwear didn't match; at least she had a pair for her chest now.

Wallace tried to put on her bra, and promptly discovered there was a problem. The bra clipped on from the back, and no matter how much she struggled, it felt almost impossible to clip the bra on to a comfortable fit. 'How do women 'do' this?' She thought to herself. She managed to get one clip in, but then it was the wrong one. She spent a good fifteen minutes working on the clip before she managed to get it hooked up right. She then slipped the straps over her shoulders and felt those straps dig in her skin.

After Wallace dressed herself up, she examined her body in the mirror with a frown. She still couldn't believe she was looking at a woman. She wasn't the best looking, but she wouldn't call herself the worst either. "Just go to work at Spacedoe for a few hours. It probably won't even be that busy so you can think about what got you into this, and how you can get out." Wallace looked down at her cunt, and blushed. She knew some men would kill to be in a female body for even a day, and she had that chance now. She just wanted to treat it as if it were any other day.

Wallace got her keys, went to her car, and went to work with little problems. She clocked in and began her shift at the coffee shop working as a 'barista' as they called it, although she got as much pay as someone working at 'McNyanolds' did. The shop smelled of brewed coffee, welcoming temperature and atmosphere, and calm jazz music playing quietly over the speakers. The shop was a standalone shop a good ten minutes off a busy highway, but they barely got any traffic outside of their regular customers.

A man walked out from the back wearing a black hat and the same outfit that Wallace did. "So, another fun exciting day here, huh?" He asked. "Remember what the boss said like a week ago about cleaning up if you aren't serving customers."

Wallace knew the man as John. John was about the same age Wallace was. The two were casual friends at work. Wallace didn't know much about John outside of work, and he didn't care to know much about him, either. "Yeah." She replied. She reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone. She wanted to take it out, but she refrained. She knew how much trouble she would get into at her job for taking out her cell phone. She still felt very concerned about changing genders. However, despite her new gender, she still lived in her same house, and she went to her same job. 'It's almost as if gender doesn't really matter when it comes to money on the low end. Then again, I'm working minimum wage at a coffee shop. If I were a CEO, the story when it comes to money would be very different.' She thought.

"You sound distracted." John smirked. "Everything going okay at home?"

Wallace knew talking about stuff at home was a conversation he never had with John before. 'Why does he even...oh god. He's not coming on to me, is he?' Wallace tried to dismiss that thought. "Uh, yeah. No need to worry about what I do at home." Fuck it.' She pulled out her phone and began doing some research.

John leaned up onto the counter to see what Wallace was doing with her phone. "It's just that you never take out your phone. You're one to look for work to do around here. Not that I'd ever tell the boss on you. Tell me what's going on, Wave."

'Wave? Is that my name?' Wallace never bothered to check and see what her female name was. Wallace as a name didn't fit a woman though. It only made sense that her name changed. "Okay. If I tell you, then you have to promise not to say I'm insane, because what's different is really crazy, and I have no idea what to do about it."

"You have my promise." John replied with a soft smile.

With a sigh, Wallace nodded. "Okay. I was once a man. Like, yesterday I was a man. I woke up, everything was normal and it was a boring day. Today I wake up and I have tits, a cunt, and everyone's treating me as if I've always been a woman. Other than that? Everything else is the same. I have the same house, same room, mostly the same stuff, and the same job. The only thing different is that I have an innie instead of an 'outie." She knew it was crazy, but it was honest.

John blinked rapidly for a short period. "I uh...well, that is interesting. So, you were once a male? Is this some kind of joke? Or are you working on one of those MTF stories? You know they usually involve a lot of sex and hijinks about changing gender, right?"

Wallace rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not a crazed bimbo slut like people write or draw these 'M T F' stories to be, but it's real. What happened last night?"

John raised a brow. "You don't remember the party at Kyle's? Not that it was a super big party. It was mostly a bunch of those weird board games you only hear about online with a side of undercooked pizza."

Wallace swore yesterday was a normal everyday event. As she thought back, she remembered the party, but from the point of when he was a she. 'I became a woman last night though, not at the party, right?' She wondered if something at the party may have triggered her transformation, but she didn't remember the details. "I guess I should pay Kyle a visit after work." She said with a slight nod.

"Hey, you're not really serious about changing genders though, are you?" John asked. "I mean, as far as I can remember, you've always been a woman."

'I get changed into a woman and nothing else. No fancy new lifestyle, no million dollars, no desire to suck a man's cock, just flat out 100% transformed into a woman, and nothing else. Something freaky really is going on, and I'm going to find out what.' Wallace thought.

She then nodded to John. "Yeah. I don't know what happened, but I woke up a woman, and everyone and everything is treating me as if I was always one, which I know isn't true."

John shrugged. "If you say so."

Wallace figured, if nothing else, she turned John off to hitting on her anymore. She worked her shift as normal as she could have. She didn't remember anything that was bizarre happening at the party, but she felt as if she were living two different timelines. She was glad she just had a short shift.

Once her shift ended, Wallace got into her car and drove, not to her house, but to Kyle's house. Kyle lived in a duplex with a few pets, and a beat up car. There wasn't much special about his house. Wallace walked up to Kyle's door, gave it a knock, and waited. The sun had set, but it was still bright enough for her to see outside just fine. The streetlights were just now turning on.

A man with short brown hair and blue eyes answered the door. "Yeah?" He blinked a few times. "Uh...can I help you?"

Wallace knew Kyle was bad with names, even if Wallace didn't change out of her uniform from work. She wanted to say it was Wallace, but she knew Kyle wouldn't recognize the name. Loathe as she was to say it, she had to use her female name. "It's Wave, from the party last night?" She asked. "I was wondering if you could help me out."

"Uh..." Kyle turned around, and then turned back to Wallace. "Did you forget something? I don't think anyone left anything besides a bunch of trash."

Wallace shook her head. "I er...look, I told John this, so I'll tell you. It's stupid, it's insane, and I can't blame you if you decide to slam the door on me after I say it. I was a male yesterday. At least, I think I was a man yesterday. I woke up as a woman today, and I'm trying to find out why."

Kyle looked at Wallace oddly for a brief moment. He shrugged. "I mean...what makes you think the party I had changed your gender? It wasn't some sort of magical truth or dare party. It was a casual board game night party with pizza and a few video games off the side."

"Did I do anything strange though? Maybe a strange relic? A choice of words? Anything?" Wallace was getting desperate. She had no leads on her transformation, and it seemed that nobody else around her transformed.

"Uh, none that I can think of." Kyle replied.

Wallace sighed frustratingly. "No truth or dare games or anything like that I guess either." She couldn't imagine anything like that happening at such a casual party. "Can I come in and look around?"

"Can't say I'd feel comfortable with you doing that."

Wallace knew Kyle wasn't one to trust others so easily. "Even though I was in here during the party?" She figured he'd hide his valuables, not that she cared to look for them. She wasn't even sure what to ask at this point. She had to use the bathroom, but she didn't want to look down at her feminine cunt again. Her own body reminded her she wasn't a man anymore, and she had zero leads to help resolve her problem.

"I mean, what are you hoping to find?" Kyle asked. "I don't have anything magical or whimsical or strange that might transform a person. You think I'd be living in a place like this if I had stuff with that kind of power?"

Wallace hated to admit Kyle made a good point. Still, it didn't leave her with anything to go on. "I guess." She mumbled. "But still...how did I go from a man into a woman?"

Kyle shrugged. "I wouldn't know the answer to that. I mean, do 'you' remember doing anything odd?"

Wallace didn't remember doing anything outside of the ordinary. She knew there had to be a reason somehow, someway though. A person just didn't transform their gender overnight. She could only be thankful for the fact that it was 'just' her gender, and not any mental changes. She couldn't stop thinking about the stories where a man turned into a complete slut. The idea felt strangely arousing, but she couldn't give in. "No. Unless some weird person cast a spell on me."

Wallace knew the idea of someone casting a spell on her was just as silly. "Okay, I guess I'll...I don't know. I'll head back home. Sorry, Kyle." She turned around and began to walk away.

Just before Wallace got far, a white rabbit poked its head out from the other side of the duplex. Wallace noticed the rabbit, and she immediately knew it was odd behavior for a rabbit to be so curious. "Uh, hello there." Wallace waved her hand to the rabbit.

Kyle raised a brow to Wallace. "Who are you talking to?"

Wallace immediately knew that Kyle wouldn't be able to see the bunny from where he was standing. While Wallace knew he could just tell Kyle about the rabbit, she already felt so crazy, and she didn't want to feel any worse. "Nothing, nothing. We're uh...I don't think I need anything else from you. Thanks for the help."

Kyle nodded slowly. "Um, okay. Good luck." He closed the door slowly and locked it.

Wallace waited until Kyle closed the door. Once she heard the click of the lock, she rushed behind the duplex where she saw the bunny hadn't moved. Even when Wallace got less than ten feet away from the rabbit, the rabbit didn't move a muscle.

"Uh...hey there." Wallace waved her hand with a soft smile. She felt silly. The rabbit acted bizarre, but it was just a rabbit.

"You've been transformed. I can tell." A deep manly voice spoke from the rabbit.

Wallace jumped. She felt her heart skip a beat, and adrenaline fill her body. "I...what? Did you just talk?"

"Oh yes, something transformed you, but let's all look at the talking rabbit as the strangest thing that's happened." The rabbit rolled its eyes. "Look, I might be able to help you out, but you have to come with me, okay?"

'And just like that, this feels like it's becoming a sort of Alice in wonderland, except Alice used to be a male.' Wallace thought to herself with a sigh. "Okay, whatever. Just don't send me down the rabbit hole."

The rabbit turned and began to hop. "Just follow me. By the way, don't tell anyone else I can talk. I'm not going to speak in public."

"Because it's some sort of weird secret and something bad will happen if you tell someone besides me?" Wallace asked as she followed the rabbit.

"No. It's because I'm shy." The rabbit replied casually as he hopped off.

Wallace followed the rabbit. She couldn't believe that someone, or something, transformed her into a woman, but now she was following a talking rabbit. "Can you at least tell me what this is about? You said you can tell something transformed me. What do you know about it?"

The rabbit shook his head. "It's not a good idea for me to talk at all here. There are cameras and... look, it's not far. Just stay quiet, and you'll find out soon enough."

Wallace continued to follow the rabbit until they got to the outskirts of the city. She noticed they passed by a construction site and then arrived to a back alleyway of two unmarked buildings. "This isn't freaky at all." She commented.

The rabbit paused in front of a bright red door. "You mind giving it a knock? I have to wait out here for like...ages because I'm not loud enough for them to hear me. I can't even reach the doorbell."

"Then why don't I press the doorbell?" Wallace knocked on the door, just as the rabbit instructed.

The door opened up and revealed a woman that had the body of a human, but her head looked like a misshapen horse. In fact, it looked as if horse hide covered her body. She stood in the darkness so as not to reveal her body in its entirety, but the shadows revealed enough. "Yes?" She asked with a nicker.

Wallace was speechless. She thought her transformation into a woman was bad, but now there was a female horse creature that looked better suited for a world of anthros right in front of her face. "I uh..erm...I came with a rabbit?"

The rabbit looked up at the horse. "She's cool. I can tell something changed her."

The horse shrugged and pulled back into the darkness, but she left the door open. "Come on in then, I guess."

The rabbit hopped inside, and then turned to Wallace. "It's not actually dark in here. We have uh...just come in."

Wallace was hesitant to walk inside, but she obeyed. Once she stepped inside, she saw that the interior wasn't as dark as it looked from the outside. "Weird." She jumped as the door behind her slammed shut.

Gray walls and a gray ceiling and floor filled the interior. There was also red carpeting, but it was cheap. The room looked almost like a very cheap living room with a table and fold out chairs around the square black table as well as a small television with a microwave and a cheap inflatable bed set up.

"It's a home for some of us." The horse commented as she casually laid down on the inflatable bed and pulled out a book from the bookshelf so small that it would fit a toddler better than an adult.

"So you live here then? Why?" Wallace felt as if she felt stupid for asking.

"Find me a job for a horse anthro besides 'cam slut' and I'll work it. Cam slut doesn't make enough to pay the bills, by the way." The horse anthro retorted.

"Hey, I didn't explain the situation to her." The rabbit hopped up onto the bed. "Go easy on her."

"Go easy on her?" The horse anthro glared at Wallace. "She's the least transformed in the whole fucking room, let alone the least of all the transformed beings. Of course I'm not going to go fucking easy on her. She can leave this room and live a normal live. Meanwhile the rest of us have to live in darkness, solitude, and despair knowing we can't leave the house without someone calling us a freak."

Wallace tilted her head. "But there are only two of you."

The horse anthro shot daggers aimed directly at Wallace. "Bravo. The woman has eyes. There are more of us you know. Hell, I don't even know how many of us there are. Maybe some of us are mannequins trapped in your local shop. I don't know, the rabbit doesn't know, and the only ones that do know are the ones you don't want to speak with."

Wallace couldn't believe it. Then again, she believed it more than she would have yesterday. She was a woman now. She had a cunt between her legs, and tits on her chest. If the horse was telling the truth, then there were many others transformed, and much more than she was too. "How much do you know about transformation? Like, what's causing it?"

"Whoever's doing it covers their tracks very well." The rabbit said. "That is, if there's only one doing it. We don't know. It could be one. It could be one hundred."

"How many do you know then, besides the two of you?" Wallace asked. She had so many questions.

"A few others in total. No we don't know how to change back, we sort of have leads as to who's doing it, but we don't have any proof, nor do we want to approach them and confront them about it." The horse replied with an annoyed groan. "Any other kinds of questions you're going to inevitably ask?"

Wallace quickly knew the horse must have explained their situation countless times. "So...you make it sound pointless to try to resist."

"The transformation certainly didn't kill us," the horse didn't turn her green eyes once toward Wallace when she replied. "But it didn't exactly boost our spirits either. What's the point of going on when there's someone that can literally fuck with your life and you can't do anything about it?"

Wallace didn't know how to answer that. She could tell the horse was angry, amongst all sorts of other negative emotions. "Okay then." She looked down at the rabbit. "So, why did you bring me here?"

"Yeah, Tim." The horse chimed in. "Why the fuck DID you bring her here?"

"Look at her." The rabbit turned from the horse, to Wallace. "You'd say that this girl, while transformed, still looks pretty normal, don't you think?"

The horse shrugged. "Sort of. I guess."

The rabbit turned to Wallace. "And let me ask how, how does the world treat you?"

"They act as if I've always been a woman." Wallace reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. She revealed her driver's license and her new name, 'Wave' to the pair. "That isn't my name. My name used to be Wallace. Everyone thinks I've always been a woman."

The rabbit smiled at the horse. "See? The world thinks she's always been a woman. She'll be perfect for our operations. She can go into places I can't, and with a little makeup, nobody will recognize her."

The horse looked to Wallace. "Hm. You have a point. She might be able to do some things that none of us can. Out of everyone transformed, she really is the least changed."

Wallace looked between the two with confusion. She could tell the two were planning something with her. "Recognize me? Wait, what are you two talking about?" She inched back to the door with uncertainty.

"We need someone normal looking to do recon in places that no one else we know can go to." The rabbit explained. "We're a small force of like, four of us, but none of us look normal enough to go wherever we want. Like, there is that person with the monkey tail, but even he still has his tail lash out every now and then. The most he could do is go into conventions or places fully clothed. He could never go into a strip club with a tail like his."

"A...strip club?" Wallace already began to regret listening to the rabbit. "What kind of recon could you want to get at a strip club?"

"Working at a strip club." The horse spoke up. "The one witch we're aware of goes to one strip club regularly, and we think if we had someone working in it, we could learn more about the witch and maybe transform back. Thing is, none of us look...well...the witch would surely recognize us if it were her that changed us."

"But...I have some kind of aura or something?" Wallace looked down at the rabbit. "One that says you can tell something changed me? Wouldn't that witch see it?"

"Well, that's the most we got." The rabbit turned to the horse, and then back to Wallace. "We didn't say it was a great idea, nor did we say it'd work. You want to change back into a male though, right?"

"She probably likes being a woman. It's like one of those kinky fetish stories where a man turns into a woman and now she can have all the sex she wants until she experiences the 'joy' of pregnancy and birth, something no man could 'ever' experience otherwise, but now you can, and I bet you can't wait."

Wallace shook her head frantically. The idea of having sex as a woman did 'not' sound appealing to her in the least. Cocks did turn her on more than she wanted to admit, but not so much she was willing for a man to impregnate her. "I...I think I'd rather be male again." She said hesitantly. "What do I have to do to change back?"

"Work at the strip club after a makeover." The horse casually replied. "I'm talking new hair, new skin, maybe some new eye color, everything. Turn you into a brand new woman that nobody would recognize."

Wallace loathed the idea of changing again. She almost knew the duo wanted to make her into a full-blown slut. Still, if she didn't say yes, she wouldn't know how long it could be before she changed back. As far as she knew, she could be stuck as a woman forever if she walked away from the duo. The rabbit and horse were the only two she knew that had any sort of idea about transformation. She had a feeling it was either join these two and maybe change back, or give in and be stuck as a woman forever. 'Dare I dive into the rabbit hole?' She thought. With a deep breath, she nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it."