Friday, March 18, 2011

Dr. Bell's Vengeance -- An Average Joe

This is the first story I wrote in this universe, and is probably still my favorite.  In it, we follow a white man through his transition from man to boi.  So, without further ado, here it is:

Dr. Bell's Vengeance, Part One: An Average Joe
by Nikki J

Dr. Omar Bell was an angry man.  All of his life, he had lived in the shadow of the past, never able to truly let the mistakes of yesterday go.  His people had been plucked from their native land and forced into centuries of slavery.  Sure, they had rectified their error and freed the slaves, but that only changed the problem.  His people were still forced to live as second class citizens.  The thought of it threatened to make him sick.

Oh, but everything was better now, they all said.  The Civil Rights movement, Affirmative Action, and other legislation prompted by white guilt had rendered inequality and racism a thing of old days.  Dr. Bell knew, however, that the problem had been merely swept under the rug.  The white man needed to pay for those crimes, not with duly passed laws helping out some few African Americans but with a punishment befitting the crime.  Oh yes, Dr. Bell was an angry man.

But he was also brilliant.  Having conquered multiple scientific fields, he knew he was the most advanced scientist in the world, maybe the most accomplished mind the world had ever seen.  His anger drove him, pushed him past the normal boundaries of the mind into a new, uncharted territory.  He would punish them, every last one.

Our story begins with his success.


Billy's eyes jerked open as he awoke with a start, sweating and panting.  Disoriented and panicked for only a moment, he quickly calmed himself.

“You okay?” a soft voice asked.

Billy turned, and saw his wife, Mary's beautiful brown eyes staring sleepily at him.  He smiled, and said, “Yeah. Just a nightmare.”  Billy reached out and stroked her smooth cheek.

Spontaneously, he leaned in and kissed her.  Mary needed no further prompting, and quickly ducked her head under the covers.  Billy felt his wife's moist mouth envelop his hardening cock.  Up and down, Mary's head bobbed.  Billy tiled his head back, closing his eyes, enjoying his wife's ministrations.

It wasn't long before Billy came, and Mary swallowed every last bit.  Billy knew that his wife was abnormal in that regard.  She didn't mind swallowing.

Billy smiled to himself as he leaned back, interlacing his fingers behind his head.  Life was good.


“Wake up, honey, or you're going to be late for work,” Mary said, waking Billy from his short doze.  He must have fallen back to sleep after Mary's amazing blowjob.

Billy glanced over at the clock.  It read 7:25 AM.  He groaned inwardly before swinging his legs off of the bed, and standing.  He took a quick shower, and commenced getting ready for work.

He dressed his six foot, one-hundred and eighty pound frame in a  blue suit with a red tie.  After dressing, he walked into the kitchen where he poured a cup of coffee, and turned the television on to watch the news.
It didn't take long before he  knew that something was going on.  He increased the volume on the television.

“No one knows what has happened to Dr. Bell,”a pretty newswoman was saying, “but it is clear that he released some sort of chemical into the atmosphere.”

Billy changed the channel, but the next was clearly reporting on the same incident.  A male news anchor said, “We have published the aforementioned letter online at our website if you would like to read what Dr. Bell had to say.  Clearly, the acclaimed scientist had gone mad.”

Curious, Billy quickly crossed the room to his laptop, and fired it up.  He found the website and began to read:

Dear World:

For too long, we African Americans have stood by, and let the rest of the world discriminate against us.  We have taken it until we can take it no longer.  So, I have decided to do something to take the rest of you down a rung.  I'm sure you won't believe me at first, but over time, you will see that this is no hoax.

I have decided to make a little change in the hierarchy of our species.  Earlier this week, I released a biological agent into the atmosphere, and tests have shown that that agent had spread throughout the world's air supply.

Do not panic.  I am not trying to kill anyone, though I'm sure some would wish it.  No, the agent is designed to do one thing: reassert the dominance of the black race.  This chemical will only affect white males.

Ah, but what will it do to those oppressors?  Well, it will do a number of things.  The changes (which are permanent and irreversible) will take a variable amount of time, depending on the person, and are purely physiological.

1. White mailes will shrink slightly to be more in line with the height and weight range of white females.  There are few ways to predict how it will affect individuals in this regard, but I've found that, generally, you will skew a little towards the size range you would have been, had you been born female (although, it will probably be a little on the low side of that range).

2.  Their already small pensises and testicles will shrink to better match their smaller bodies.

3.  Their anuses wiill gain elasticity and sensitivity, effectively making it a sex organ.

4. The pitch of their voices will rise.

5. Their hips will widen, and their shape will generally become more feminine.

6. Their nipples will enlarge slightly, and they will gain sensitivity.

7. Finally, their muscularture will become greatly reduced, and their skin and basic face shape will soften.

Basically, the white male will become something in between the current idea of male and a female (with a heavy leaning towards femininity). As I said, these changes are permanent and irreversible.  All (current and future) white males will show these traits.

As I said, most people will not lend credence to these claims until after the changes start (which should be quite soon), but after a year or two, the world will have changed, and I think for the better.


Dr. Omar Bell

Billy re-read the letter three times.  It was like something out of a bad science fiction movie.  Nobody could really do that, could they?
“Have you heard what this crazy scientist is claiming?” Mary asked, breaking Billy from his reverie.

He looked up, and replied, “Yeah.  I was just reading his manifesto online.  Seems kind of strange that they would even report this crap.”

“I know, but apparently he won the Nobel Prize a few years ago.  They said earlier that he's some sort of super genius,” Mary explained.  “But still, I guess he went off the deep end.”

“Pressure must have gotten to him,” Billy shrugged.  “Anyway, I've got to go to work.”

He crossed the living room, and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek.  “I'll be back around six.”  And with that, he left for work.

Everything seemed relatively normal at work, except that everyone was talking about Dr. Bell, and his wild claims.  But it didn't take long for everyone to forget it, and things went back to normal.

Days passed without incident, and soon, most people forgot about the whole hoax.  Crazy old Dr. Bell seemed to have had his moment of fame, but nobody could find him.


Two weeks after Dr. Bell's manifesto surfaced, Billy was at work.  He was giving a presentation on that particular quarter's sales when the strangest thing happened – his voice cracked.  He cleared his throat, and continued, “And this quarter, our sales...”  Was his voice a little higher?  He couldn't tell.

It continued like that for a few days until Mary said something.   They were eating dinner, and Billy had been telling Mary about his day when she interrupted.

“Do you have a cold or something?”  she asked.

“No, I feel fine,” Billy answered.  “Why?”

“It's just that your voice is really high – it's almost --”  she stopped.  “No, I guess I'm just imagining things.  What were you saying?”

Billy had no intention of pushing the subject.  He suspected that his voice was higher as well, but he didn't want to face it.  He had no choice a few days later when he answered the phone, and was asked if his husband was around.

He decided to get it checked out, but the doctor said that nothing was wrong.  Billy shrugged it off and went about his life, assuming that it would right itself.

A month later, it had not, but by then, Billy had gotten used to it.  In fact, most of his friend's voices seemed higher as well. So nothing really seemed out of the ordinary.  He suspected that the higher voice was the work of Dr. Bell, but he had a hard time thinking that it would go any further.

He was wrong.


A couple of months later, Billy got out of the shower, and wiped his hand across the foggy mirror.  Strange, he thought as he looked at his reflection.  His faced looked smoother and slightly rounder.  He rubbed his hand across his cheek.  Now that he thought about it, he hadn't had to shave in quite a while.  A couple of weeks at least.  No loss there.  He hated having to shave anyway.

After brushing his teeth, he left the bathroom, and went into his bedroom to get dressed.  He pulled on his pants, and paused.  Was his butt getting bigger?  He turned, and looked at his rear end in the mirror.  He moved a bit, and it jiggled slightly.  He decided then that he needed to start hitting the gym more.

Billy finished getting dressed – he noticed that his pants were slightly too long, and a little loose in the waist as well.  He supposed he needed to go shopping for some new work clothes.

He didn't think about it again until a couple of weeks later, when he was walking across the bedroom with a towel around his waist.  Mary was sitting on the bed, reading  a book when she glanced up.

“Honey – have you looked in the mirror lately?”  Mary asked.

Without stopping, Billy answered, “Still handsome as ever,” he said in his high-pitched voice.

“I'm serious,” she said.

Billy looked up, and saw that concern in Mary's eyes.  “What is it?”

“Nothing.  It's just that, well...look at your shape,” Mary said.

Billy dropped the towel to the floor, and looked at himself in the mirror.  It had been a while since he had really paid attention to it, but when he did, his jaw dropped.  His waist was thin, and his hips flared out slightly.  He turned to look at himself in profile, and noticed that his belly, though trim, had a slight curve to it, and his posture had changed.  Further, his but stuck out more than he remembered.  His upper body had changed just as much.  His shoulders had narrowed, and there was barely any muscle to be seen.

“I'm --”  Billy didn't have the words to describe what he was feeling.

“It's happening, isn't it?”  Mary asked.  “What that crazy doctor said was going to happen, I mean.  He did it.”

Billy couldn't say anything.  He just collapsed on the ground, and sobbed girlishly.  His wife came over and put her arm around him, and said, “There, there.  I'm sure it's all temporary.  I'm sure they're working on a cure.”

They sat there on the floor, Mary cradling Billy in her arms for hours while she whispered reassuring things in his ear.


The next day, Billy called in sick to work.  He couldn't bring himself to face his coworkers.  Mary did the same.

Around midday, Billy was watching one of the twenty-four hour news stations when the first signs of panic emerged.  All of the newscasters were female, but that wasn't necessarily strange.  Many of the male anchors had taken leaves of absence when their voices had changed.  No, what they were reporting was what interested Billy.

“All across the world,” a pretty newswoman said, “White men have been changing.  Most are in denial, but some have accepted it.  Others have responded with violence.”

A few scenes of feminine-faced rioters flashed across the screen.

“However,” she continued, “These outbursts of violence have been easily quelled by our hard-working police.”

The newscast cut to a scene of all black policemen subduing a much larger number of white male rioters.

“The government has urged all affected men to remain calm and that help is coming.  Doctors are working around the clock to reverse what Dr. Omar Bell has wrought,” she finished.  “In other news...”

Billy quit paying attention.  He knew that he couldn't just sink into a depression.  That served no one.  Getting angry accomplished nothing.  No, he resolved to just continue leading his life.

“Mary,'” he said.  When she looked up from her magazine, Billy continued, “I think I'm going to be okay.  I mean, whatever happens, happens. I can't do anything about it.”

“Are you sure?”  Mary asked.  Billy nodded.

After a moment, Mary grinned, “Is there anything we can do to take your mind off of it?”

Billy returned the smile,.“I can think of a couple of things,” he responded as he crossed the living room, and leaned in to kiss her.

Billy pulled off his shirt, and Mary went straight for his nipples, her tongue flicking across them.  Billy moaned.  Soon, Mary began to work on them in earnest, and Billy shivered in ecstasy.  She worked her way down his smooth torso down his rounded belly to his cock.  She took the his cock and his balls into her moth all at once, and began to suck.

When Mary came up for air, Billy lay back on the couch and spread his legs so that Mary could get a better angle.  She went down on him again, her tongue flicking across his small penis, sending shivers up and down his spine.

If he hadn't been so turned on, he might have noticed that what was once a seven inch penis was now about two and a half completely hard, and that his golf-ball sized balls were now slightly bigger than grapes.  But in that moment, with Mary between his legs, he just didn't care.

She let him out of her mouth, and breathed, “I want you inside me.”

They switched places, and Mary spread her legs wide.  But Billy just couldn't get his cock inside her.  Getting creative, he spread his legs too, and they came together like two women rubbing pussies.  He entered her, and she moaned.  Billy thrust in and out, and soon, they both came.

Collapsing in each others arms, they both were aglow.


A couple more months passed without any noticeable changes.  The news claimed that doctors were working around the clock, but were having little luck.

Billy became used to the new style of lovemaking.  Sometimes, he and Mary would simply use their moths on  each other.  He became quite adept at licking pussy.  And, though he missed taking his wife from behind, or even her riding him, Billy really enjoyed tribbing with his wife (he could think of no other way to describe it, though he knew that only lesbians did that).  All in all, things were okay.

Until he started to shrink.  Like everything else, the change had been gradual.  One morning, he woke up, and noticed that his pants were a couple of inches too long.  He knew that it was coming, but he had kind of put it out of his mind until now.

He decided to measure his height.  Five foot and nine inches – he had lost three inches in height.  Nothing else for it but to keep going, he thought.

He rolled up the cuffs on his pants, and went to work.  He didn't notice it, but since the changes had begun, the few black men in his office had begun acting more dominant.  It wasn't anything overt,.  It's just natural with the changes the other men had been experiencing.

In particular, one of the junior managers in Billy's building had struck him as quite imposing.  Billy didn't even know the man's name, but he knew his face.  Billy knew his body.  Hell, he even knew the man's scent.

That scent greeted Billy as he stepped into the elevator one particular evening.  The man looked down Billy from his six foot two height, and smiled.  It wasn't the kind of smile one gave to a colleague or a friend.  It wasn't even the kind you'd give to a woman.  It said, quite clearly to Billy, at least, that this man was his superior.  Billy smiled back shyly, and then looked down demurely.

When the man exited the elevator, Billy let out his breath.  His heart had been pounding, and he could clearly feel that his nipples were erect.

On his way home from work, Billy couldn't get the incident out of his mind.  What was going on?


That night, Mary had  a surprise for Billy.

“I've been thinking about something,” she said over dinner.  “You know how, lately, we've been kind of, um, feminine, in bed?”

Billy nodded.

“Well, I had been researching the changes you were going through, and I, came across something,” Mary continued.  “I think I'll just go get it, and then you can tell me what you think...”

She got up from the table, and went down the hall.  A few minutes later, she returned completely naked.

Billy took it all in.  Mary had pert, B-cup breasts and a very womanly body (though, if Billy was honest, his shape was a little sexier than hers).  But his eyes came to rest on what she had between her legs – a strap-on dildo.  It didn't take him long to work out what she wanted.

“I don't know...” Billy said.

Mary came over to him, “Just touch it.  Once, for me.”

Billy reached out and felt its rubber tip. “Grab it with your whole hand, silly.” Mary took Billy's hand – it was a weird time to notice, but her hand was bigger than his now. –  and wrapped it around her dildo.

“Now lick it,” she commanded.  Billy responded without question.  It tasted, well, rubbery.  “Now put it in your mouth,” Mary said.

When Billy hesitated, Mary said, “Oh come on, I've done it for you hundreds of times.”

Unable to argue with that logic, and a little curious to be sure, Billy found himself bobbing up and down on his wife's rubber cock.  While sucking on the phallus, he couldn't help but wonder if sucking a real cock would be more enjoyable than sucking on a rubber one.  The taste certainly had to be better.

“Ok, now undress.  I'm going to take you right here on the table,” Mary said, her voice husky.

Still on his knees, Billy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his rock-hard nipples.  They suck out a good quarter of an inch.  Mary reached down and flicked one.  “Someone's excited,” she said.

Billy smiled a little shyly, as he took his shirt all the way off.

Then came his trousers.  When he unbuckled his belt, they practically fell off.  Then his briefs slid down his smooth, shapely legs.

Mary had produced a bottle of K-Y jelly, and was rubbing her cock with it.  Billy was nervous.

“Don't worry, honey. I'll be gentle,” Mary soothed as she turned him around.  She picked up one of his legs, and put the knee on the table.  He had to stand on his tip-toes to get into position.  Billy was spread wide as he bent over the table, and Mary playfully slapped his round ass.  Billy felt it jiggle a bit.

He jerked as he felt the coolness of the dildo touch his anus.  Mary put her hand on his back reassuringly, and said, “It's okay.  I'm not going to hurt you, baby.”

She pushed it, and the tip nestled up against the of his anus.  “Relax,” Mary said, and Billy did.  He felt the tip push in.  He moaned a little in pain.  Mary pushed harder.  It went further in.  Mary went slow, but after a few moments, Billy could feel her pelvis against his ass.  Strangely, he felt a sense of accomplishment.  He had taken it all.
And then Mary started to pull out.  And then push back in.  In and out, Mary rhythmically went.  Billy let out his first high-pitched moan of pleasure on the third thrust.  By the fifth, he was pushing back against Mary as she entered him.  He relished every second of it.  And Billy was a screamer.

“Harder!  Harder!” Billy yelled  as Mary panted behind him.  After about ten minutes of hard fucking, Billy came.  His whole body convulsed, his small cock tensed, and he shot cum under the table.  Mary continued fucking him.  She grabbed his wide hips, and kept on thrusting.  Billy came twice more before Mary was finished.

Mary lay on top of him.  Billy was still bent over the table.  The dildo was still inside him.  They both were breathless.  Every  now and again, Billy would wiggle his ass just to get a little sensation from the  dildo.

“How was it?” Mary asked with a laugh.  Billy couldn't help but laugh with her as he said, “It was okay.”


From that night forward, Billy had changed.  He and Mary rarely scissored anymore.  She would rarely touch his cock at all.  No, sex was Mary fucking him with the strap-on.  They both knew it.  She was the dominant one.  She was the man.

A man can't be fucked by his wife nightly and not change his demeanor.  Billy became more submissive.  He was more apt to let others make decisions, and he deferred to others' judgment (especially the unaffected black men) at work.  He became acutely aware of them when they were in the room, and more than once he found himself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a man.

It began to dominate his idle thoughts.  That, coupled with his increasingly submissive nature, resulted in yet another life change.

He was sitting at his desk, idly staring at a spreadsheet on his computer when his phone rang.  He picked it up.

“Can I see you in my office?”  the man on the phone asked.  He need not announce himself.  Billy knew who he was.  It was his boss – a very imposing black man (well, all men were imposing to Billy now) named Clarence Smith.

Billy answered, “Yes sir.”

And so, Billy found himself walking to Clarence's office when he noticed something.  His hips had started to sway a bit when he walked.  He smiled, thinking that it must be all the attention he had been receiving from his wife's dildo.

After a few steps, Billy knocked on Clarence's door.  “Come in,” was the answer.

Billy opened the door, and walked in.

“Have a seat, Billy.”

Clarence was even more imposing than Billy remembered.  The man was well over six feet tall, and looked like a former athlete.

Billy sat down, keeping his knees together.  He placed his hands in his lap with his shoulders back.

“I think you probably know why you're here,” Mr. Smith began.  Billy started to answer that he did not, but Clarence talked over him.  “Your job performance is down, and I've been noticing that you're not really focusing on your job lately.  Now, I know you've been going through a lot.  All of you have, but this is a business.”

“But Mr. Smith,” Billy began, but was interrupted.

“The company is letting you go, Billy.  In fact, we're restructuring the whole company.  Letting go of some people who aren't quite cutting it.”  Mr. Smith explained.

“I--” Billy said, but stopped himself.  “Yes, sir.”

“No argument?  Good.  Now, it's not all bad news, you know,” Clarence smiled.  It was that same smile.  Like he was throwing Billy a bone.  “You will be getting a severance package, and if you find yourself in need of a job down the road, and we have a position available, obviously not this job – something more your speed – don't hesitate to call me.”

“Yes, sir.” Billy answered.

“You may go,” Clarence said dismissively.

Billy opened the door, and started to walk out, but turned, “Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, Billy?”  he asked.

“Thank you for the opportunity,” Billy said.  Mr. Smith just smiled, and Billy closed the door.  Billy couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his face as he realized that Mr. Smith had been staring at his ass.


As it turned out, nearly every white man in the company had been either demoted or fired.  Some put up a fight, but their job performance usually had dropped, and the company did have grounds to fire them.  Most were replaced by young black men.

As for Billy, life wasn't bad.  Mary ran a reasonably successful consulting firm from their house, so with Billy's severance, they weren't hurting for money.

In the meantime, though, more changes were occurring in Billy's life.  The physical changes were done.  Everything Dr. Bell had said would happen, had.  Billy was now only five feet four inches tall and one-hundred and ten pounds (and he wanted to lose a little weight!),.  His face was rounded, with a pert little button nose, and his eyes had seemed to get bigger.  More, he didn't have any hair below his head, not even around his shrunken, but still functional genitals.

His hips were wide, and his rear was round.  In short, he looked like a woman with a small penis and no breasts. He even looked a bit younger than his thirty-five years.  He appeared to be in his early twenties.

And Billy wasn't the only one – reports were that every single white male in the U.S. And Europe had undergone these changes.  About half of all Asians had.  No black men had changed at all.

As Dr. Bell had predicted, the world was changing.


A few weeks after Billy had been fired, Mary came home clutching a bag.

Billy had been lounging on the couch, watching television when Mary came into the living room.

“Hey baby,” Mary said as she bent down and kissed his cheek.  “I got something for us.”

Billy looked up, “Oh yeah?”  He smiled.

“Well, I've been feeling a little frustrated lately,” Mary said.  “I used to love feeling you inside me --”

“I think we --”

Mary interrupted, “No, let me finish.  I mean, I love a good solid fucking.  I know  you of all people understand that.” Mary smiled.

Billy struggled to hide his panic.  She was going to leave  him. He knew it.

Mary noticed, and quickly said, “Oh no, baby.  Don't worry.  I found a way we can do it and both get what we need.”  And without further ado, she pulled a box from the bag, and ripped it open.  Inside was a double-sided dildo.

Billy smiled.  He could feel his ass getting wet already.  Dr. Bell hadn't predicted that, had he?  His ass produced its own lubricant now, and when he got horny, it went into overdrive.

He practically ripped his clothes off, he was so excited.

Soon, they found themselves in the bedroom.  Both were naked, and Billy had his legs wrapped around Mary as they kissed passionately.  Mary pulled away, and said, “You are so beautiful.”

Billy almost cried.  He probably would have if he weren't so horny.

They shifted, and Billy went down on his wife, eagerly licking her pussy.  After a couple of minutes of furious lapping, she pulled Billy's head up, and said, “Okay, get on all fours.”

Billy knew that position well, and quickly obliged his wife.  He was rewarded a second later with the feeling of the dildo pushing into his ass.  Mary had him reach back, and hold the dildo in while she positioned herself.

He felt a slight push as Mary took the dildo into her pussy.  He heard her gasp with pleasure. He knew that it was the first time she had been penetrated in almost a month.

Billy pushed back as Mary did the same until they felt their asses touch.  And then they started fucking ass to ass.  Billy lost count of how many times he and Mary came.

They adjusted to a different position.  Mary lay on her back and spread her legs with the dildo inside while Billy sat on it in a reverse cowgirl.  Time slipped away as they lost themselves in passion.


A couple of days after Mary brought home the double-ended dildo, Billy was sitting at his desk surfing the internet when Mary came in.

“We need to talk,” Mary said.

Billy turned around, “About what?”

“I think you should give a thought to how you're dressed,” Mary said.

“What's wrong with it?” Billy asked, knowing the answer.  He had seen the new fashions that had cropped up.

“Well, for one, none of the clothes you're wearing really fit, and you know it,” Mary replied.

Billy sighed, “But it's not like I'm going anywhere or anything. I don't see --”

“Get up and let's see if we can find you something to wear,” Mary commanded.  Her tone left little doubt that she expected to be obeyed.  Billy didn't want to try his luck.  She was, after all bigger and stronger than him now.

So, he found himself naked in front of Mary's closet.

“Your clothes aren't going to fit me either, you know,” Billy pouted.

Mary didn't answer.  Instead, she just flicked through the hangars until she found a pair of blue jeans.  She threw them on the bed.  Then she found a tee-shirt, and threw it on the bed as well.

Finally, she pulled a pair of cotton panties from her drawer, and threw those on the bed as well.  Mary turned, and put her hands on her hips, and said, “Well, put them on.”

Billy meekly went over to the bed, and picked up the panties.  They were low-cut white bikinis, but had a pink heart right at the crotch with the word “love” in cursive script.

He put one smooth leg through, and then the other.  He pulled them up his thighs, and finally into place.  The felt a little thigh on his rear, but otherwise fit okay.  His small penis made a small budge right where the heart was.  Billy blushed, but Mary said, “Those look so cute on you!”

Billy smiled.

He grabbed the baby-blue Tee-Shirt.  It had short, capped sleeves, and had what looked like a lipstick kiss on it. He hurriedly slipped it on.  It barely came down to his belly-button.

Finally, he picked up the jeans.  They were boot-cut, with frayed edges, and were quite tight in the hips, thighs, and butt.  His panties bunched up as he pulled them up.

“Guess we're going to have to get you a thong,” Mary chuckled.

The were a little loose in the waist, and, he soon realized, were low-rise.  The result was about a three inch gap between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his jeans.

Mary handed him a thin belt. “There you go,” she said after he put it on.  “Very cute.”

Billy looked in the mirror, and he had to agree.  Mary handed him a pair of white and pink tennis shoes, and said, “Those shoes will be a little big, but I think they'll work until we get you something better.”

Billy put them on.  They were a tad large – his wife's feet were bigger than his now – but they weren't that uncomfortable.

“Now, we need to do something about that hair, and then we can go,” Mary said.  Billy hadn't left the house in almost a month, and before that, he hadn't had time to get his hair cut, so it was a little shaggy.  It came down a little past his ears.

Billy replied, “I'll just run a comb through it.  Where did you want to go?”

“You sure?  I can help you fix it...”

“No, it's fine.  Where are we going?”  Billy asked again.

Mary shrugged, “Just to the mall.  Maybe a movie or something.”

“Okay, I'll be ready in about five.”


Billy knew he was very pretty.  The stairs he got from all of the real (black) men confirmed that.  Even without really getting made-up, he was prettier than most girls.

He and Mary walked through the mall, and he was inundated by pictures of scantily clad white boys (or bois as the signs called them) all made up and in very feminine clothes.  Even Victoria's secret was catering to the new demographic, selling boi's lingerie and even some little bras which Billy guessed were to keep bois' nipples from poking through thin shirts. 

Mary bought him a bunch of panties (thongs, french cut, boi shorts, etc.), stockings, garter belts, and even a couple of boi bras.   Then, they went to a couple of regular clothes stores and Mary had him try on all manner of shorts (usually very short),  some blue jeans, a wide range of tops ranging from little tank tops with spaghetti straps to button-up shirts.  Most were quite tight fitting, and Billy's nipples were visible through most.

The biggest shock to Billy, though, was the number of bois he saw in skirts.  Short or long, at least half of the bois were wearing them.  Billy even saw some teenage bois wearing cheerleader outfits.  He had purposefully kept himself from seeing the effect of the changes on television or on his computer, but he couldn't avoid it now.  The white man, it seemed, was a thing of the past, and had been replaced by the white boi.

About halfway through the shopping spree (Mary still had a bunch of stuff she wanted Billy to try on), nature called, and Billy had to go to the bathroom.  He was hit with quite a surprise when he saw that there were three bathrooms now.  One was for Women.  One was for Men.  And the other was for bois.  Billy knew in which one he belonged.

He stepped into the boi's bathroom, and saw a couple of bois fixing makeup.  There were no urinals, so Billy stepped into a stall.  He hadn't been comfortable standing to pee in a while anyway, so he pulled down his jeans and panties and sat down.

“Leroy asked me out, you know,” Billy heard one of the bois say.  He had a really high pitched voice – higher than most women.

“And/” the other boi asked?

“Well, he is pretty hot, and I bet he fucks like a lion,” the boi said.  Billy heard the other boi giggle.

“See? I told you that if you dressed like that you'd get some cock,” the boi answered.  “They don't care if you're a boi or a girl.  We're basically all the same now, unless he's a tit man.”

“I don't know.  I mean, I used to be all about girls, ya know.  Now, I'm – well, it just feels soooo good when they take you in their strong arms, spread your legs...oooo,” the boi trailed off.

“You don't have to tell me,”  the other boi answered.  “It's the same for all of us. But just keep on sending the signals, boi, and Leroy will come around.  They always...” And the voices faded away as the two man crazy bois left the restroom.

Billy finished, wiped (a good boi always wipes!), and pulled his panties and jeans back up.  He was still a little stunned when he found Mary looking at some cute dresses.

Billy was still distracted as they finished their shopping.  Part of it was the conversation between the two bois.  The other part was that he found himself noticing the men in the mall.  He noticed that quite a few bois were holding hands with black men, obviously couples.  But he didn't see any other bois and women who looked like couples.

“So, do you want to see a movie?”  Mary asked, bringing him back to the moment.

Billy answered, “Sure.”

“Which one?” She asked.

“Whatever.  You pick,” Billy smiled.

Mary led Billy to the ticket booth, while Billy waited near the ticket-taker.  After buying the tickets, Mary joined him.  “Do you want anything from the concession stand?  Popcorn?”

Billy shook his head, “Not really.”

Mary said, “Okay,” and they continued into the theater.

Billy found the film quite illuminating.  Apparently it was a new one, as it was a romantic comedy with a black man and a young twenty-something boi as the leads.  There was even a love scene.  Billy quite enjoyed it for what it was, but looking deeper, he realized just how much the world had changed.

White bois and girls were on nearly equal footing now.  They were competitors for the same thing – black men.

It certainly gave Billy quite a bit to think about.


It wasn't long before Mary had convinced Billy to try on some makeup.  They didn't go heavy; he knew that it wasn't his style.  Nor did he need it.  They used just enough to enhance what Billy already had.  The result was quite astonishing.

“Wow,” Mary said.  “You look...beautiful.”

Billy blushed, “Oh you're just saying that.”  But he knew it was true.  He was wearing only a pair of thong panties and a midriff-baring tank-top, and he was sexier than his wife.  That was quite a realization.

Billy turned to Mary, and he saw the lust in her eyes.  Billy smiled.

“Want to try something wild?” Mary asked.

Billy replied, “You know me. I'm always up for a little excitement.”

Mary's smile widened, “Okay, I'll be right back, baby.”

Billy stood in barely contained excitement.  He thought his nipples might poke through his shirt, and his little cock was rock hard (though its two inches barely made a tent in his panties).  Mary came down carrying a strap-on, and Billy was out of his panties and on all fours in about two seconds.  His ass was already wet.

Mary said, “No baby, we're doing something else.”

Billy couldn't help but feel disappointed as he stood up.  Mary knelt down beside him and started to put the strap-on on Billy  He was a little confused, but he let her continue.

As Mary pulled the strap-on into place, Billy saw that there was even a place for his cock to fit.  He felt ridiculous as Mary began to suck on it.  Trying to appear enthusiastic, he put his hand on her head, and began to move his hips.

“Okay,” Mary said as she popped the rubber cock out of her mouth and got down on all fours.  “Take me, stud.”

Billy guided the rubber cock into Mary's pussy, and started to work his hips.  In and out.  In and out.  Mary seemed to be enjoying it, but Billy could have fallen asleep.  There was a slight sensation on his cock, but he couldn't help but feel jealous of Mary at that moment.

Finally, Mary came, and it couldn't have happened soon enough for Billy.

“How was it, baby?” Mary asked.

Billy faked it, “You were great, honey.”

Mary must have seen through the lie because then, she asked, “Do you want me to do you?”

Billy brightened up, and nodded.  “Okay, give me the dick.”

And after about an hour of getting roughly fucked by his wife (and five orgasms), Billy was exhausted.


It had been about a year and a half since Dr. Bell had released his manifesto, and Billy's life had changed drastically.

He was now wearing panties and boi clothes exclusively, and he found that he loved the attention he got when he and Mary went out.  He even had been practicing in high heels (he started doing his aerobics in them to get used to them).He particularly liked wearing skirts as they made him feel like anyone could take his ass at any time.  All they needed to do was just bend him over and plunge in.

he had gotten quite adept at putting on his own makeup, and he had begun styling his hair.  However, he had (like many other bois) decided to keep it relatively short so that men would know that he was a boi and not a girl.  Nobody wants a surprise.

Mary and he were walking through the mall one day when he stopped in front of a jewelry store and started looking at jewelry.

Absently, Billy said, “I think I want to get my ears pierced.  And my belly-button.  What do you think?”

“I think it'd be sexy baby,” Mary replied.

And so, they found themselves at a tattoo and piercing parlor When they left, Billy was the proud new owner of two ear piercings in each ear, a navel piercing, and a small tattoo on the small of his back that said “Sexy Boi”.

Billy had never felt cuter.  They even swung by Victoria's Secret and bought matching black and white bustier, thong, garters, and stockings sets.

Billy was on cloud nine.


“Let's go out,” Mary said.  They had been home from their shopping trip for about an hour, and it was still early.

Billy asked, “To where?”

“Dancing,” Mary replied.  “We can dress really sexy and make – we can have a great time.”

Billy didn't hesitate. “Sounds fun.”

Mary wore a very short red dress while Billy put on a loose, but short pink dress which dipped low in the front, and exposed his new tattoo.  The click of their heels followed them out the door.

The doorman (a beefy black man) didn't hesitate to let them through without standing in line.

“That never would've happened before,” Billy giggled.  Mary laughed with him.

The night started off as planned.  The two danced together exclusively.  Billy was a natural.  He moved like he'd been doing it all of his life.  Soon, though, they inevitably drew the attention of some admirers.  Neither Billy nor Mary missed a beat, and they broke off to dance with the black men.

Billy moved his hips like a professional, and grinded his ass against his partner's crotch.  He was rewarded with an ever-hardening member rubbing against him.  Billy lifted the hem of his dress a little to expose the bottom of his ass cheeks, and rubbed a little more.  He lost himself in the beat of the music.  The man's hands were all over Billy now, and he loved it.  He was getting wet.

Finally, the song ended, and Billy heard the man whisper in his ear, “Let's get out of here.”

Breathlessly, Billy said, “Okay.  But we have to find my...roommate.  We can go to our place.”

Billy found Mary dancing with another man (this one wasn't nearly as handsome as Billy's!), and he dragged her away.

“What?” Mary asked, annoyed.

Billy sheepishly replied, “We need to leave.”

“We just got here.”

“I want to go home with someone...” Billy said.

“That guy you were dry-humping out there?”  Mary asked.  “Okay, but I get some too.”  She smiled as Billy felt a little disappointed.  “I need a good fucking.”

Finally, Billy said, “Me too.”


The guy's name was John, and it turned out that he was some sort of athlete.  Billy didn't really pay attention to any of that.  He was too focused on what was coming.

Mary went into the bedroom as soon as they arrived home, leaving John and Billy in the living room.

John sat down as stood in the center of the room.  Without saying anything, he unclasped his dress and let it fall to the ground.  His nipples were harder than they had ever been before.  Mary came in the room in just her bra and panties.

John stood up, and Mary and Billy eagerly dropped to their knees in front of him.  Billy reached out and unzipped his fly with one hand while his other pulled out John's cock.  It was a monster for sure.  Even only semi-hard, it was bigger than Billy's had ever been.  Billy wrapped his dainty hand around it, and Mary licked it.

Not to be outdone, Billy went straight for John's balls as his trousers fell to the floor.  He licked them, tasting the man's perspiration.  Eagerly, he licked from the balls all the way up the underside of John's cock, and then took the head in.

Oh, that was so much better than Mary's rubber dick! He thought.

Billy took it as far as he could without gagging, and as he was pulling away, he sucked with all his might.  He did that a few more times before he had to take it out to breathe.  Then, Mary took over.  It was clear that she was an old pro.  She sucked John's black cock for a few more minutes before Billy got another turn.

Both Mary and Billy looked up at John as they did their best to please him, alternating between sucking, playing with his balls, and licking.  They did it for a few more minutes until John pulled them away.  Billy knew what that meant.

Both he and Mary got on all fours, waiting to be fucked by John's glorious dick.  But who would get to go first?

Billy was not disappointed as he felt John's dick enter his asshole without preamble.  John didn't go slow.  He didn't ease it in.  He just plunged that monster right into Billy's anus.  Billy let out a girlish moan.

And then John started to fuck.  The man was like a jackhammer – a jackhammer who pulled Billy's hair as he fucked him.  Billy screamed in ecstasy as John fucked him like the white boi he was.  It felt so much more real than Mary's strap-on.  It was so much more visceral.

And then Billy felt Mary's mouth envelop his small cock.  He knew that down there, Mary was getting slapped in the face by John's balls, but she didn't seem to care.  And Billy didn't even give it a thought.  He squeezed his rectal muscles as John thrust in and out, trying to keep the man happy.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of furious fucking (and two orgasms by Billy), John pulled out.  A second later, Billy felt something warm hit the small of his back.

“Bullseye,” Billy heard John say.

And then it was Mary's turn.  John took his time with her, plunging that marvelous cock deep into Mary's pussy nice and slow.  Billy made himself useful, and started licking Mary as she getting fucked.  He felt John's balls hit his face as he licked, but it was worth it.  He felt so deliciously dirty that it was all worth it.

After a while of fucking Mary, John pulled out, and said, “Come here, bitch,” to Billy. He obeyed, and found himself on his knees in front of John's cock.

“Finish me,” he said, and Billy did.  He sucked, he licked, and he was rewarded with a load of John's hot, sticky cum.  He swallowed like a good boi.


They fucked some more that night, but to Billy, it was all a blur.  In the morning, John was gone.

Neither Billy nor Mary bothered dressing when they got up, preferring to walk around naked.  Billy was proud to note that he had a better body than his wife.

“So...” Mary said after a few awkward moments of standing in the kitchen.  “Fun night.”

Billy blushed, and smiled sheepishly, “Yeah.”  Neither said anything else about it.


A few months (and many such trysts) later, Congress passed a law which basically equalized white bois and women.  They would, for instance, be in the same physical education classes in school, be able to marry men, and were subject to the same indecent exposure laws (no nipples). And life started to settle down for many white bois.  Their libidos abated a bit, and things started to wind down.  However, white boi and woman marriages were declared nullified to deal with the huge numbers of divorces clogging the courts.

As for Billie (he legally changed his name to the Billie), he was quite enjoying his new life.  He was basically Mary's lesbian lover, though they both quite enjoyed a big black cock three or four times a week.  They rarely shared one, usually bringing two men back at the same time, and getting fucked side by side.

They became closer than they had ever been before, sharing nearly everything from clothes advice to different sexual positions to try.

Billie's severance had run out, though, and money was running short.

“Didn't you say that Mr. Smith had told you that if you ever needed a job, to just come ask?” Mary asked one day.  “I mean, if you don't want to work there, fine, but you need a job.”

“I could always strip,” Billie replied.

“You and a bunch of horny guys?  You wouldn't be able to handle yourself,” Mary laughed.

“I can control myself when I want to!” Billie said indignantly, but with a slight smile.
“I'm sure you can, honey,” Mary said.

“Oh, I guess I could go talk to Mr. Smith,” Billie relented.


And so, Billie found himself sitting across from Mr. Clarence Smith once again, but this time he was dressed in a smart little mini skirt, sport-coat, and a low cut blouse.  He looked gorgeous, and he knew it.

“Oh I don't know if we have an opening, Billie,”  Mr. Smith said.  “Lots of bois are looking for work now, and all we really have are secretarial jobs.”

“That would be perfect!” Billie said with his best innocently sexy look.

“So what makes you think you'd be good for the job?”  Clarence asked.

“Oh, lots of things,” Billie said as he stood up, crossed over to Mr. Smith, and knelt in front of him.  He slowly unzipped Mr. Smith's zipper, and then pulled out his cock.  It wasn't huge, but Billie really did like them all.

Billie eagerly licked the tip, teasing it.  He had become an expert, and it showed.  He gave Mr. Smith the best blowjob he had ever had.

Reapplying his lipstick, Billie said, “Tomorrow at 9, then?”

“Oh you didn't!” Mary said.

“Yep, and he stammered, 'uh, yeah. Of course.' and then I walked out, giving him a great view of my ass,” Billie bragged.

“So you're going to be a secretary?  How much does it pay?” Mary asked.

“I'm not sure.  I'm sure he and I will work something out,” Bille said with a coy smile.


Billie had Mr. Smith wrapped around his cute little finger in no time.  He was the highest paid secretary in the company, and his boss absolutely adored him.

Two months after Bille started in his secretarial job, Mr. Smith asked him out on a formal date.  Three months later, Clarence asked Billie to marry him.  Billie said yes.

On his wedding day, Billie wore a beautiful white gown, white lingerie, and an elaborate veil.  Mary was his Maid of Honor.

“Are you happy?” Mary asked.

Billie did not hesitate, “Yes, I am.”


Years after the Great Change (as it had come to be called), Omar Bell was killed by a government agent, and soon after, a cure was found.  However, many bois had simply gotten used to their new lives, and refused to change back.  Quite a few of those who did regretted that decision, having been unable to adjust to their new maleness.

Life, however, went on.  People are resilient, and can adjust to basically anything -- even a world with three genders.

It is ironic that Dr. Bell's anger had resulted in a world he couldn't even fathom.  Sure, there was still  hate.  There was still bigotry.  But the sudden change had elicited a swell of emotion, and people of all races came together in mutual adjustment.

Don't think that it erased bigotry altogether, though.  No, nothing can really do that.  Many bois found that, though their abilities to do their jobs had not diminished, they weren't regarded as nearly as qualified.  It was a stereotype which resulted from the initial, lustful surge they felt directly after the change.  However, their libidos soon leveled out, and they were no more lascivious than anyone else.  Perception remained as if it hadn't, though, and the bois were victims just as surely as any minority ever was.

As I said, though: people are resilient, and they adjusted.

As for how Dr. Bell was tracked down and killed...well, that is a tale for another day.


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