Topic: Diary of Transformation - By Von Krieger
Diary of Transformation
By Von Krieger
Nothing much to write about tonight, Diary; I've just come back to school after spring break, and classes don't start until tomorrow. The break could stand to be a little longer, but to be truthful I'm glad to be back on school grounds.
We celebrated my birthday, and I can't believe my parents had to gall to invite Beryl the Bitch to my party. I can't believe it! After that whore gets herself transformed into some sort of canine she-beast as a divine punishment for her sexual deviance, they go and invite her to my party!
It totally ruined the mood, and probably my parents' social reputation. There's a reason mother and father sent her off to live in the summer home. So she wouldn't march around the house and be an embarrassment to us all with her fur, her tail, those obviously canine ears, her fangs, oh, and I did mention her rather prominent extra additions?
It's disgusting. There's no way you can cut a dress or apply a corset to hide those four extra melons and that... urgh! It's disgusting!
Thankfully she doesn't come around often, so I'm spared the sight of her humping guest's legs, or whatever it is that she does. Utterly repulsive.
That's why I'm glad I attend Madam Dominia's School for Pure Girls. No one with a physical mark of their loathsome transgressions is allowed to attend, or even to set foot on campus.
I'm proud to attend such a prodigious school where only true humans are allowed.
It makes me feel even better to be here ever since I've learned what's taking place down in Freya's Realm. Supposedly to celebrate the great demoness' 2500th birthday, they're mandating that every single woman subject themselves to sickening transformations.
It's disgusting, turning an entire nation of women into little more than living sex objects.
There was a fashion show some months ago where the same sort of thing happened. The same "phallus with legs" form as the result.
And it was called terrorism.
And now when some great bitch of a demon decrees it, it's now a celebration!
Mother and father have begun selling their holdings in Freya's Realm because of it. We actually lived down there for a few years in my youth. It was a disgusting place, and it's made me all the gladder to be here.
I'm going to go to bed now, Diary. I have a bit of a stomach ache. Perhaps the new cafeteria chef's style of preparation doesn't agree with me. I'll have to complain in the morning.
Oh Diary, it's horrible! I woke up this morning and there was a weird, stiff feeling between my legs! Some hateful bitch must've slipped something into my food, or someone spread some disgusting alchemical concoction on the train ride here, or something!
I have a cock, Diary! Someone has gone and inflicted me with this terrible disfigurement. I'm not sure what to do, since if I go to the school staff to report this, I'm going to be expelled. But it wasn't my fault!
I'm trying to figure out where I could have possibly come into contact with something of a transformational nature. You're supposed to be able to know immediately when some terrible person has poured the vile, transformative, sexual essence of a demon on you.
Maybe they did it while I was sleeping? My roommate isn't back yet, so it couldn't have been her.
It's terrible to think that we could have a transformation terrorist here like has happened at some other schools. Some hateful bastards who hates themselves for their own transformations, and want to inflict pain on others by giving them shameful alterations.
I thought this place was supposed to be safe. There's never been an incident like this in the history of the school, and if there had been I certainly wouldn't leave my door unlocked as I have been.
I've been a naï¿½ve fool, so trusting of the others around me.
I think it's somebody here at the school. If it was one of those terrorists, my change would've been a bit more sensational and harder to hide. They'd want the publicity and they'd want everyone to see the work they'd done.
This change seems more vindictive and personal. Such a comparatively small change; it's not even one of those massive, disgusting, things that leaks arousal all the time. From what I've seen of men's bits, it's not really much of anything. And it's not even the whole unit, just the shaft, no testes or scrotum. Just a bit of a rod where my clitty used to be.
Except for the initial discomfort upon awakening, which I think is normal; it's not even very intrusive. Without arousal to keep the blood flowing, it actually gets rather small and unobtrusive. At times I can scarcely remember that it's there.
The more I think about it, the more positive I am that being inflicted with this deviation of gender is meant as a personal humiliation, since I've made my opinions on the transformed rather clear, and it seems that some people are just lustful beasts deep down and can't stand it when I point this out.
Anyway, I'm going to make sure to lock the door tonight when I go to bed, and will try to avoid anything with sauce in the cafeteria, as that would be the easiest place to slip me something.