In the summer of 2506, a bizarre series of self-inflicted transformations occurred in the small town of Jizza. Even years later, imperial authorities couldn't determine the reasons for this bizarre phenomenon. Almost only women had been affected and decided to undergo unusually extreme alterations, even though relatives attested that they never showed any such interests before.

The commonly accepted theory today is that a mind-altering drug had been released in the ground-water which somehow subtly and subliminally planted cravings into the women of the town without even being aware of it. At the same time many people suspect that it was an insidious scheme of the local alchemist guild which has already been suspected to be supplied with D-cum from illegal sources, since they had been the only ones to truly benefit from this. The growing number of women wanting to be transformed caused an huge demand for D-cum or D-cum based substances. Unfortunately authorities couldn't proof any connections between the alchemist guild and the phenomenon, especially since there is not even any evidence yet for this drug-in-the-water theory.

A few months after the first transformations, the phenomenon evolved into a second stage. Most transformed women noticed changes in their personalities and a strange desire to no longer be female. Most explained it with an urge to complete their transition into someone new, thus further altered their bodies to be completely male and changing their designated gender accordingly.

Today Jizza is more or less running normally again, although approx. 98% of all adult women in the town had been affected and undergone transformations into beings commonly compared to creatures from Karma's Realm or the women from Freya's Domain. More than 90% of these transformees have also gone so far as to make themselves purely male. Logically there had been a large-scale social impact: Families broke apart while others grew closer together, sometimes literally. The hospitals hired dozens of psychiatrists and social therapists, mostly to help the transformees' relatives. Due to many transformation related disabilities, Regena has expanded its presence in Jizza, too, and provides support for all women (or former women) that cannot care for themselves anymore and have no relatives to do so. Strangely all of them are content with their choices and do not think that they may have been incentivized by an exterior source.

Despite several, thorough investigations which have proven the town to be clean of any mind-altering substances, the phenomenon is not yet concluded. Not even 5% of the women entering the town leave it as normal humans again or even as females.
The events of this story take place prior to the initial investigation for the abnormalities within the local water supply.

Cydney lay sprawled out on her mattress exhausted. Her new bedroom filled with boxes, their contents hastily scribbled on their sides. "You know? You always tell yourself that you'll do this right; you'll be organized and tidy about moving, and then this happens."  She said looking at the cluster of bags and furniture spewed about the room. It was only midday and less than half of their possessions had been moved off the moving truck.

"MOM! WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT THE MIRROR?"  Down the hall outside her room called her son, heralded by the soft clumsy footsteps that came barreling down the hall as Marcel struggled to carry the full-length mirror in front of him.

"JUST BRING IT IN HERE HONEY!" she yelled back, sitting up off the bed. As he entered the room Cydney caught a good look at herself in its reflection. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun behind her head. She wore no makeup since it would only be washed away with all the activities of moving, despite this she had a natural beauty to her face. A slender nose, high cheek bones, a smooth chin, but most catching of all was her bright, emerald green eyes. Her body carried much of the same natural beauty found in her face, even for a mother entering her early forties. Her shoulders framed her B-cup breast in a modest fashion, drawing attention but preserving her class. Her hips and waist however were stereotypic of a woman having gone through the labor of child birth.
Marcel shuffled about the room looking for someplace to set the mirror and after a slight struggle of lifting it over a few boxes he placed it against the wall. Marcel was always a lanky boy growing up, and continued to be so into his late teens. Now late in his seventeenth year he seemed to begin filling out, what some would call a "late bloomer". Like his mother he had rich brown hair, which he kept at a long enough length to brush his eyes but not appear to be unruly. His face carried much of his father in it; strong chin, firm cheeks, and a smile that could charm anyone used the right way.  Though thin armed, just under the skin slight muscle tone could be found, and over the past few months a growth spurt had propelled him upwards to just under six feet.
After placing the mirror he turned out of the room and made his way outside to continue unloading the truck. Cydney forced herself off the bed and began setting up her room. Shifting furniture and moving boxes. Packing clothes into her dresser and hanging dresses in the closet. Worst of all was restocking her jewelry into the vanity mirror cabinets and drawers. After sifting through her collection she began to notice a silence about the new house, not like the kind you find in a new home. "Where's Marcel?" she wondered leaving the room and looking down the hall.
He wasn't in his room unpacking, so she made her way outside to the truck. Among a pile of boxes unloaded from the truck she found him. He sat on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees staring intensely at a box before him, a grim and sorrowful expression painted across his face. Cydney approached him concerned "Marcel what's wron-" the words froze in her mouth as she read the boxes label; in her own scribbled writing, "Darius", Marcel's father.
Darius was the love of Cydney's life. High school sweet hearts, they'd worked tirelessly to get into the same collage and once they had graduated, gotten married at the court house not a week later. They agreed that they were made for each other. Darius would have a hard day at work and be on the brink of blind rage, Cydney would bring calm and comfort to his life and make it as though his problems were carried away with the wind. For every time Cydney felt fear Darius would take her in his arms, a peaceful and strong embrace. The two never felt more in love then the day they found out Cydney was pregnant, and nine months later, Marcel was born. The family flourished, the loving mother, proud father, and nurtured son.
Until one month ago, Darius was taken from them. Killed in a car crash, the driver of the other car survived. He claimed he was trying to escape an avatar of Karma, but no such evidence was found to support his claim. Cydney hadn't cared about any of that. All she knew was that Darius, the love of her life- father to her only son had been stolen from her.
The broken family had taken it hard, as to be expected. Marcel's grades fell drastically, outbursts at school and at home. Darius and Marcel had a healthy relationship, and now with his father gone, there was a hole that was beginning to tear the boy's life apart. Cydney was equally devastated. After the accident she'd barely eaten for three day, confining herself to her room and empty bed. She'd had nights where she simply woke up crying with grief.
After the first week the pain was still present but she realized she couldn't keep going on as she was and poured herself into her work for Regena, the assisted transformed living service. The work brought back some normalcy to her life helping care for the transformed, but when she returned home to her son, she was reminded of how life would never be the same.
When the call had come down the line for a transfer to the city of Jizza, Cydney had taken it as a sign to move on with her life. Marcel had no real input on the move, he simply agreed and began packing his things. This move was the right thing to do; it was a new lease on life, a chance to re-invent herself.
She approached Marcel reaching for his shoulder, but as soon as she touched him he shrugged her off, picked up another box and marched back into the empty house, a silent rage was clearly present within him. Cydney felt so sorry for her son, "A boy going through this without a father... it's not right." she took a moment for herself and the box of her husband's most cherished items then continued moving boxes into the house.
The day had continued without incident. Most of the larger items on the truck would have to wait until the moving crew arrived so the two took it upon themselves to unpack their personal boxes. Cydney made quick work of this, not having many knick-knacks other than a few books and her jewelry. Some time had passed doing this and was still concerned for her son. She made her way to his room and found him fiddling with his computer.
Most of his room was still in boxes but he seemed to preoccupied with his computer. "Hey Marcel, I'm finished with my room. I see you still have a lot to do." Marcel seemed to pay her no mind. "Why don't I help? Where do you want this?" she said as she reached for a box labeled 'books' and started to open its top. In a flash Marcel darted for the box, pushing his mother out of his room "JUST LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT MOM!" he shouted before pushing her out of his room and slamming the door in her face.  Discouraged she wondered back to her room, toppled onto her bed, and silently cried. This was the right thing to do...right?
Cydney was awoken by the unfamiliar sound of her new door bell. She glanced at her watch, a half past three. "That must be the moving crew." She ran down the hall passing Marcel's bed room which was still locked it seemed, and into the living room to answer the door.
When she opened the door she was greeted by an unfamiliar form. Its bulk took up much of the door frame. The first thing Cydney saw was its large masculine chest, thick with muscle and covered in curly chest hair, thought it lacked any nipples. Its arms were equally built up with muscles, stretching to the ground almost dragging on the concrete door step; each hand had only two fingers and a thumb but seemed to have an extra ligament to them. Atop its muscular chest rest a large eyeball set into the lump of flesh that was presumably its head and just below that in its "neck" sat a large pair of feminine lips, so large that they looked almost cartoonish. Lastly its legs were short and stumpy with thick toes matching its fingers, and tucked between its legs, under a thick patch of pubic hair was a very large, very male penis. It dangled limp with a thick foreskin that like its hands barely dragged to the ground.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Mrs. Cydney Salvo?" it spoke in a very sweet feminine voice.

Some would find this sight unsettling but Cydney's experience with the transformed made interactions such as this a daily occurrence, and paid it no mind.  "Yes. That's me and you are?"

"Tarry, ma'am. It's my pleasure to help you today. If you'd like I can get started right away."

"Yes, that would be great! Let me know if you need anything." With that Tarry lumbered across the lawn and began his work.

Tarry's body was certainly up to the task of moving the larger furniture into the home. Cydney watched as Tarry's massive arms reached into the truck and lifted the largest part of their sectional sofa up and out. His extra finger ligament increased grip and his short legs made soft steady steps. The work was somewhat slow but the finesse that Tarry demonstrated reassured her that their possessions would be treated with care.
Cydney had seen many transformed in her line of work for Regena. Her day to day consisted of typical assisted care for transformed; preparing meals, house errands, bathing, or simply dexterous tasks that her clients could no longer preform themselves such as writing or reading. Cydney enjoyed her job, it made her feel like she made a difference, but she truly loved the people. Sometimes all her clients needed was someone to talk with, many of them were abandoned by their families and loved ones for wanting to live how they choose.
Cydney watched as Tarry worked tirelessly at his task. The day had started out nice enough but now late in the day the sun had become blistering hot. She made her way to the kitchen and began digging through the boxes of packing peanuts. She finally found a few glasses and a large mason jar big enough for Tarry's large grip. She went to the sink and filled them both with cold tap water.
When Cydney made her way out to Tarry he carefully set the antic wooden wardrobe done on the ground. "Here Tarry, nobody should have to endure this heat." she said presenting him the mason jar.

"Thank you very much Mrs. Salvo, that's very kind of you" she replied taking the jar in one of his large hands, compared to his size the mason jar looked like a juice glass. They both gave a little "cheers" and downed their drinks.
The water was refreshing in the heat. Tarry handed back the jar and continued his work. Cydney went back inside with the now empty glasses. She went back to her unpacking, occasionally stopping to catch glimpses of Tarry working around the house, on more than one occasion focusing on his more masculine features. When the truck had been fully unloaded Tarry said his good byes and left. Cydney watched him until he was out of sight.
Tired from the eventful day, Cydney found herself once again collapsed on her bed. Ever since his outburst earlier today, Marcel had kept to his room without a peep. A knot began to tie in her stomach, he'd been like this ever since the accident; completely shut-in and unapproachable. Cydney had tried to connect with him like she did before, but he just kept pushing her away. As she slowly fell asleep her last thoughts lingered on how Darius and Marcel used to get along. how can I do that for him

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The next few days were to be as expected. Cydney and Marcel unpacked their belongings and began arranging the empty house to their liking. Furniture, rugs, and other assorted decorations filled the house. For Cydney it was exactly the activity she was hoping it would be, the work was a team effort for her and Marcel and she soon felt she was making progress reconnecting with her son. After the work was done the home finally felt like 'home'.

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Cydney woke up early in the morning as she always did and began her morning routine. She showered, got dressed, made her coffee, and watched the news for about twenty minutes. Around this time Marcel was waking up, so she started his breakfast before his first day at his new school. As she prepared his eggs Marcel stumbled down the stairs like a sloth (as he did most mornings) still wearing the cloths he slept in. as he ate Cydney checked her phone, looking at her work schedule for the day.
Regena sent out updates to Cydney for her daily work schedule. Most clients needed caring too on a daily basis. Others were more capable and only needed help from time to time. This made Cydney's day rather hectic but with all the time under her belt for the work she was very accustomed to the ever changing cycle. For the most part she was more afraid of making a good impression with her clients on her first day as well. 
Marcel finished his breakfast and went back to his room to change. Cydney went about the house collecting any of her supplies for the day to come. Marcel came back down the stairs dressed for school and said goodbye to his mother as he left for the bus. Cydney soon left the house in her car to begin her day.

Her first client was an odd case even for her standards; he was little more than a tube of flesh with a large eye for a head, he stood at 5 feet tall on thin spring like legs and three dicks between them stacked on top of each other, all connected to a singular ball sack. He lacked a mouth or any facial feathers for that matter. Regena had however provided him with a speech tablet, he simply typed with his toes and the device projected a voice to communicate.   
The creature introduced himself as Jasmin through the device. They had a short conversation before Cydney insisted on beginning. Jasmin required a simple bath and a few small chores around the house, all very simple work. From every indication Jasmin lived alone in the house. She finished her work and enjoyed a few minutes of each other's company, her gaze drifting between his legs from time to time. Cydney left for her next client after some kind parting words.

Cydney's next client was and interesting case as well. Whitney was best described as a cock serpent; her body consisted of a fifteen foot penis a foot and a half wide with its head at the tale and Whitney's head attached to the other end. Her body slithered much like a snake, a clear trail of pre-cum left in her wake on the linoleum floor. Whitney had a spirited personality and talked with Cydney the whole time as she prepared meals for her. They talked about the weather, some popular shows on TV, and Whitney let her in on a small bakery in town that was supposedly a well-kept secret.

After Cydney finished her cooking and moping at Whitney's she decided to stop at the bakery and bought a small cake, in the hopes of using it to celebrate a successful first day for her son at school and herself at work.   
As Cydney's day continued she soon discovered that Whitney and Jasmin were the most capable of her clients. Many were simply collections of male or male and female genitalia, still sentient but otherwise immobile. Her day was coming to an end as she drove to the outskirts of town to her last client.
The house was very secluded, no neighboring homes in sight. it sat just on the edge of the forest which stretched  into the wilderness beyond. Cydney parked her car and walked to the door, she rang the bell before opening it. May of her past clients were unable to open their doors for her, self-entry was a regular occurrence.
As she entered she couldn't help but notice how luxurious the home was decorated; soft white carpet, royal blue velvet furniture and matching drapes, exquisite pieces of art lined the empty spaces on the wall. Cydney had never seen anything like it! Most clients' homes had only the basics, their needs lessened by their transformations or having spent most of their incomes on the elixirs and salves used in said transformation. Whoever this home belonged to was doing well for them-selves.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked a soft voice from down the hall. Cydney turned to see a petite, innocent, female face poking around the corner looking at her. "Hi, I'm with Regena" Cydney replied holding her hand out to shake "The names Cydney."

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, I must have lost track of time" said the woman with a smile. Suddenly her head extended out from behind the corner connected to her thick long neck. It continued well past a yard in length to her bestial shaped body, a thick barreled chest filled with lean muscle. She walked on all fours; her hands were paw-like and tipped with sharp claws, her hind legs thick with muscle and digitigrade, matching claws filled each foot. Extending down her spine was a long tail as thick as her neck and at the base of her powerful tail were set a pair of male genitalia (now designating she as he) with a kind of human sheath.
Cydney could best identify him as a wingless dragon with a human head. As the creature approached it lifted its right 'hand' and shook Cydney's as though he were a dog. "I'm Nora, pleased to make you're acquaintance."

Cydney noticed her skin was soft as a normal hand should be, not padded like an animals' as many transformations of such a beastly nature often were.
"Hello Nora, if you'd like to tell me your primary care needs I'll be happy to get started." Cydney struggled to avert her gaze from Nora's oversized genitals, but every time she succeeded  she found the next instance become even stronger.

"Oh, no need Cydney. I'm quite capable of caring for myself. It's just living so face out of the city I rarely get visitors, it's become quite lonely here in this big house..." as she trailed off, Nora  made her way into the kitchen and began to brew a pot of tea. Using her tail much the same way as Jasmin had.
As they waited the two had a simple conversation. Nora had curled up on the floor, raising her head to Cydney's eye level. The two chatted about the simple things; movies, music, TV. Cydney found the conversation relaxing after her long day of work and running about. A whistle signaled the pot of water was done boiling; Cydney poured two cups and returned sipping hers carefully. The two carried on for a time before Cydney excused herself to head home after her first day's work.

She arrived home before Marcel. She cut the cake she'd bought from the hidden bakery and waited for him. When he finally arrived Cydney welcomed him home and brought him a slice of the cake. He set his pack on the stairs and sat down with her. "Soooooo? How was your first day of school?" she asked eagerly.

"Alright..." he took a large bite of the cake.

"Make any new friends?"

"No..."

"How bout the classes, learn anything new? It's supposed to be one of the best schools in the district after all."

"No..."

Cydney leaned in close to her son, "Any cute girls?" she asked slyly.

Marcel chocked on his cake for only an instant, "No..." he said disappointingly.
He sat up and took his dish to the sink. "I have homework to get started, thanks for the cake, Mom." was all he said as he took his bag upstairs.

Cydney tried to relax the rest of the day. Aside from dinner (which was also as quiet as the cake had been) Marcel had kept to his room on his homework. Cydney couldn't stop thinking about their conversation however. His response to her girl question was somewhat what she expected, but it didn't seem like it was embarrassment, maybe something else. It kept picking at the back of her mind, making it hard to sleep.

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Cydney and Marcel continued their days much the same for the rest of the week; Cydney with her work schedule and Marcel keeping to himself. However, Cydney did notice that he seemed more relaxed in their new home, more comfortable with the situation. The change of scenery seemed to be doing the trick for the family. Cydney was also settling into her work more quickly than expected. Nora became a regular client, and becoming close friends with Cydney with their daily cup of tea and chitchat.

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Cydney repeated her daily morning routine of shower, coffee, news and breakfast. Marcel stumbled down the stairs as he always did. But when she turned to greet him she froze. Marcel looked different; he sported a slight stubble on his chin, his shirt was tight on his chest and arms showing his lean muscle on his thin wiry frame. The sight was a flash back for her. The morning after her and Darius first made love to each other. Had Cydney not known better she'd have mistaken Marcel for her husband with they were young.
She dropped her coffee mug, shattering it on the floor and snapping her out of the fond memory. She scattered to clean the mess trying her best not to break down in tears, also avoiding the sight of her son, in fear of triggering more memories.

The morning was quiet from then on.

As Cydney went about her day's work, she found it harder and harder to block the image out of her mind. How could she have not noticed? Every day he looked more and more like his father! Just when she thought she was beginning to move on, this happens! "How am I going to get through this..." she asked herself.

Tea with Nora was also quiet. "What's the matter hun? You've barely said a word since you got here."

Cydney sighed and told Nora about her husband, his passing, and the incident this morning with her son. Cydney couldn't explain why she confided in Nora about the topic, perhaps they were becoming closer friends then she could admit. But once she'd finished Nora simply repositioned herself and wrapped her tail tip in Cydney's hand.

"I know what it's like, Cyd." Nora stated with sorrow painted on her innocent face. "My husband of five years left me not too long ago. After I moved here I told him I wanted to change. He was all for it until I told him what I'd become." She bit her lip trying not to cry. "He said he just couldn't live with it, couldn't be married to another man that he loved.  I asked him to just try, see what it could be like." Her biting stopped as Nora broke down in tears, "The day I went and bought the potion for my change, he'd packed his bags, kissed me on the cheek, and left me here, alone. But it was the way he looked at me, not like I was a freak or some monster, it's like I was dead. Just some forgotten memory."
Her tail dropped from Cydney hand and too the floor as she sobbed. Cydney crawled to her on the floor and wrapped her arms around Nora's neck, the closest thing to a hug she could give her friend. Nora curled around her for comfort and the two cried for each other's hardship, each losing track of time.

Cydney broke the silence after the crying had subsided. "I'm sorry that's happened to you, but we'll get through this. We have to try, anyways."

"I'm sorry for you too Cydney. I wish I could help."

Cydney smiled "You have Nora, thank you."

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After the exchange of grief, Nora and Cydney's friendship strengthened. Cydney realized that her exchange with Nora was the first time she'd really spoken about the loss of her husband. Afterward she felt like a weight had been lifted. Although every time she looked at her son, flashes of her life with Darius flooded forward again. The only relief she found was that Marcel still secluded himself in his room after dinner. She found irony in this. She'd moved to escape the grief of her late husband and grow closer to her son. Now that she'd come to terms with his passing she could barely stand living in the same house with Marcel.

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Cydney found herself alone in the house on her day off. Marcel had left for school and wouldn't be home till much later, this had been normal since he'd joined the schools tennis team. Again she was reminded of Darius, he had also been on the high school team. She forced the image of his charming smile, his face glistening in sweat and his hair held back by his lucky headband. All the passionate time the two spent in the locker rooms after practice had let out.
"This isn't working!" she told herself "I have to keep busy." she jumped off the living room couch on her bare feet. Small sharp pebbles and debris pricked at her feet in doing so. "When's the last time I cleaned his place?"  She asked. She ran a finger over an end table to the couch, a visible streak of dust formed under her touch.
She quickly went to work cleaning the house. Like a whirlwind she took off; scrubbing floors, dusting every surface, vacuuming furniture and carpet, she'd tackled every piece of the house but Marcel's room.
As Cydney cracked the door open she was hit with the musky smell of teenage boy. Without warning she was flooded with memories of Darius. She quickly went to work trying to escape the memories of him; placing books on shelves, movies and game next to his video game consoles and controllers, she organized his closet by color and began to pick up his dirty clothes that lay about the room.
She was about to leave the room with laundry in hand when she looked back at his bed. The sheets were twisted and sprawled about on the bed, the liner crooked and the mattress seemed out of place. "Might was well clean his sheets too..." she set the basket down and started striping the bed.

As she pulled the sheets out from the bed something flew out and flopped on the floor. A magazine. Cydney picked it off the floor and began skimming the pages. What she saw was enough to make her close it instantly and avert her eyes. But something began to peck at her from behind her eyelids. She peeked at the cover. A transformed graced the cover, little more than a large pair of oversized feet attached to a set of massive lips and a gargantuan cock between its feet, the shaft dragging on the floor. Though its movements would be limited it seemed to be striking a provocative pose. The magazine was titled "Play-Things"
Cydney knew what this was, that she'd never expressed interest in the transformed, not sure why? but her curiosity began to take hold as she opened to the first page, then the next, and the next. Page after page of transformed; groping, kissing, sucking, filling, and fucking one after the next. Each page was an exciting sensation for her, something she hadn't felt for months, but there was something wrong, it didn't feel wrong but different, like something was missing.

Cydney feel back onto Marcel's bed staring at the images in front of her. She was so absorbed in the sensation and wonder the book brought to her she barely notices as her hand slid down the front of her pants and into her panties. She managed to turn the page and was rewarded with a centerfold.
A small cat like creature; the same build as a child standing upright, not more than three feet tall. Reaching towards the sky a massive six foot tall horse cock spawning from the creature's narrow groin, equally impressive balls propping it off the ground. Wrapped around its shaft; a strapping young man thick with muscle licking, suckling, and grinding himself against the giant cock.
Cydney was mesmerized by the image. Such masculinity, the outrages proportions, how come she never saw this before? It was amazing! she could only imagine the sensation as she probed her wet folds with her fingers. She'd never been so lust filled in her life. Not even with Darius. Suddenly in her mind the man in the centerfolds shifted, and changing into her beloved. She got closer to her finish as her fingers pressed deeper. But slowly Darius's face started to change again, growing younger, the image of Marcel. It was enough to send her over the edge into her climax; she moaned and quivered on her son's bed as she came.
As she recovered, her mind drifted over what had just happened. "Did I just masturbate to my own son?" she questioned. "It was fantastic!" she picked up the magazine again, looking through the pages. There was something strange about it, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She started skimming faster when it hit her. Pictures were of men on men, or what were presumably men as no female features were visible.
Some things finally clicked to Cydney. His seclusion, the attitude, and the reaction to her question about girls at school. Was Marcel attracted to men? Was he ashamed of that? It was common, was there anything to be ashamed of?  Was he expecting to be straight? Cydney's mind ran wild with questions about her son.
Her train of thought was broken by the chime of the grandfather clock downstairs. She panicked, Marcel would be home soon. She ran to the bathroom and cleaned up first, then went back to his room to return the magazine under his mattress, and returned to the laundry. As she made it to the landing of the stairs when she heard the front door open and Marcel enter. She greeted him on the stairs and as they passed each other, Marcel saw his sheets in the basket and Cydney noticed his pace pick up as he headed to his room.

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Cydney spent hours contemplating how to approach her son on the topic of his sexuality. At the same time she fought with her attraction to him. More and more she saw her son for him and not the memories of her late husband. This became more challenging then she expected. Now when she looked at her son she was overtaken with lust instead of grief. She knew it was wrong to have emotions about her son in such a way, but was it really so wrong for a mother to love her son?
To make matters even more difficult she also found herself drawn back to his porno magazines, for whatever reason Cydney continued thinking about the images on each page. It started with the first incident. Later that week she found herself hot and bothered, unable to contain her lust. Once her son left the house for whatever reason she would break into his room and relieve herself. First it was once a week. Then twice a week, three times, four times...

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Cydney's day was coming to an end and she was looking forward to her tea with Nora. As she did almost every day she let herself in, Nora greeted her and the two enjoyed each other's company over tea, but as the conversations carried on Cydney's gaze fell upon Nora's cock.  She'd always sneaked peeks when Nora wasn't looking but ever since her incident with her son's porn, it became harder and harder not to look at Nora in the same light.
"You know, if you wana take a closer look all you have to do is ask." Nora said to Cydney. Shit, she'd finally been caught. Cydney was speechless.
"What? You think I haven't seen you peeking? If you want to go ahead, I didn't chose to become this so people can avert their eyes and ignore me." he continued with a devilish smile, he lifted his hind leg giving her a full view of his balls and fleshy sheath.

"You're sure? I mean this could make things... weird, between us" Cydney tried to maintain her composure.

"Oh? And you checking out my junk in secret is so normal?" Nora joked.  Cydney crawled to his groin giving into the offer. There was something about the large scrotum. Of course she'd seen them before, but something was different. She reached out and cupped one of the large balls in her hand. Nora shivered under her cold touch. Slowly Nora's head began to inch out of its sheath. Cydney ran her finger over its tip and watched with fascination as Nora's shaft continued to grow and bob against her stomach, stopping just below her ribcage

What was it that was so captivating about it? What had changed? Ever since she's moved here Cydney had become more and more obsessed with dicks! Was it Darius? That's all that had changed. Was this something she'd always suppressed within herself just because she'd fallen in love and became a mother? Did any of that matter now?
Cydney stared at it slack-jawed. "Is something wrong Cydney?" Nora asked concerned for her friend.

Cydney continued her staring, "What's it like? Being male I mean. You used to be a girl right? So what's it like now?"

"Well, it's um..." Nora had never once thought about the difference in her life till now. "It's made me more confident and its empowering, especially in this body." Nora drew attention to his arms and flexed his bestial muscles.

"And what about having a penis? What's it like?"

Nora took some time to think about her answer before she started. "Well it's like having an extra limb, that kind of acts on its own. It's kind of annoying sometimes, like when I wake up its hard and all I wanna do is jack off, most times I do. I don't really have any clothes so I was embarrassed for my first week but now I like being nude all the time. And the sex is amazing."

Cydney bit the inside of her lips as Nora continued.

"It gets so sensitive and hot, you've never felt your heart pumping blood harder than when it's powering a cock. It starts having a pulse of its own. And when you feel you're getting close its like everything inside of you is pulled forward and released all at once." Nora took a moment lost in memory "Why do you ask?"

Cydney tried to think of why she'd asked such a personal question like that. "There's just something about it that's different, and I can't put my finger on it?"

Nora gave her a gentle smile, "I know that feeling. It's not lust hun, its admiration."

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Nora began to tell her about her experiences leading up to her own transformation. The similarities were there, was this what Cydney was experiencing now? She's never given it any thought before. In-fact she was always against the idea of transforming herself, it could mean the end of her carrier or family. But after she'd finished her cup of tea that day the idea lingered in her mind. Like a tiny whisper in the back of her head. With each passing day the whispers continued, growing louder and louder.

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Cydney placed the wet but clean dishes used from the previous dinner on the rack to dry and poured herself a glass of water from the sink. She was nervous about the conversation she was about to have with her son, but as she sipped from the glass she grew more confident of her position.
"Marcel!" she yelled up the stairs, "Come down, I need to talk to you about something important!" she took a seat at the dining room table and Marcel took the seat across from her.

"What's the matter mom?" he asked, afraid he was in trouble.

"Don't worry Marcel, you're not in any trouble, this is about me." his worry was replaced with curiosity as he watched his mother fidget in her seat. She thought hard about how best to say it and could only think to be straight forward about it as she blurted out "I want to be transformed!"

Cydney blushed, it was the first time she'd said it out loud or to anyone, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Marcel was dumbstruck. Certainly this was the last thing he'd ever expect to hear from his mother. She looked to him waiting for a response.

"Well... um... if that's what you wanna do mom I guess it's your choice? Why should I have a say in it?"

"Because you're my son! I just thought I should let you know. We're all we have left... and this is an important matter."

Marcel looked around the room, a vain attempt to ignore the elephant in it, sitting across from him. "Well like I said, if it's what you want to do I can't stop you. How long have you known it's what you want?"

"It's been a few weeks now I've been thinking about it, but I know it's what I want."

"Do you know what you want to... you know... become...?"

Cydney frowned at the question "No, I can't decide on anything. But I promise you I'll be able to take care of myself; I'll still be able to work. And if it's too strange for you, your almost eighteen and your father's life insurance can support you on your own... if you don't want to live with me afterwards..."

Cydney was afraid that the outcome would be similar to Nora's circumstances. Marcel would eventually leave her life at some point, she'd come to terms with that over the past weeks. But she still loved her son, and with everything that was happening she didn't believe she could go on living like this, she needed to change. She'd moved her to reinvent herself now she was doing it literally.

The room was eerily silent until Marcel asked the crucial question. "When are you going to do it?"

Cydney was eager to answer the one question she actually had an answer too. "This Friday, while you're at school. It's a three day weekend, so I figured you can see how you like it. And if it's not working, we'll start looking for an arrangement for you to live elsewhere and finish school."

"Well I'm glad you thought that through Mom, if that's everything, I have some... um, homework to finish for tomorrow." Marcel awkwardly stood up and walked back to his room, unbeknownst to Cydney. with a growing bulge in his pants.

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After consulting with her son Cydney was prepared for her change. Her excitement grew with each passing day. Nora had told her of the alchemist responsible for her change. Cydney still had no idea what to do with her change. Fortunately Nora's alchemist had just what she needed, in fact it was somewhat the same formula Nora was given. He explained that the salve would first interact with her subconscious then alters her body to reflect her deepest desires then add extra traits to accentuate her root changes. The concoction wasn't cheap as to be expected. Though in her husband's passing he had left them a healthy sum in his will, Cydney took this as a sign from him that she should move on.

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After her usual morning routine she hugged her son tightly before he headed off to school, Marcel tried his best to savor the moment as it would be the last time he'd see his mother as a human. After he left Cydney wasted no time getting started. She ran upstairs to her room and undressed. She looked into the full body mirror one last time at her body.
She undid the bun in her hair unraveling it over her shoulders. She cupped her breasts, lightly running her hands over the soft flesh. Next she examined her wide hips and large thighs and their smooth skin along with her trimmed public hair. She ran her fingers over her moist nether lips. The excitement was getting to her.
She took the potions off her desk; one a bright pink the other was white as snow. She took the pink fluid and drank half of it as instructed. Then took the other half into her mouth and held it there. The alchemist had explained that doing so was necessary for the solution to work properly, he admitted himself that the process was somewhat gross.
The pink fluid she had swallowed acted as a primer and a catalyst. The portion she had ingested would prepare her body from within for the changes, the other half must be held within her mouth for five or more minutes, as it sat in her mouth it would draw out the desired subconscious will that would be the basis of the transformation. She would then have to combine the saved portion to the white elixir and mix it until it turned blue. Once the color was consistent it had to be applied to the skin directly.

After the five minute mark she spit the primer into the white solution, recapped it and began shaking it as though it were a martini. The mixture quickly swirled together, growing fogy before slowly it took a blue tint and began turning a solid, sky blue. Cydney poured it into her hands and began rubbing it thoroughly over her body, through her scalp and between her legs being sure to reach every nook and cranny.
She felt an odd sensation wash over her skin, like every pore on her body had opened up and took a deep breath. It was cooling yet exhilarating at the same time. Cydney watched excitingly in the mirror for the first changes. 
It started in her spine, the bones shifting, growing, new vertebra formed as she watched her 5'5'' body stretch upward within her abdomen, becoming taller, and her neck also growing a few inches longer until she reached a solid 8'. Her body now stretched out past the frame of the mirror.
She noticed the same feeling in her arms. The bones stretched beneath her skin pulling her muscles along with them until her hands once again reached her thighs. The shifting of bones and muscle continued within her hands, she watched the bones and ligaments of her hands fuse beneath her skin, converting her four fingers into two large digits as her thumb swelled. The nails pushed out going thicker and coming to a dull pointed claw.

Cydney's stance changed suddenly as her hips pushed out the sides dramatically, leaving her with nearly a foot wide gap between her legs. Her thighs soon swelled with muscle and mass making her legs lose much of their human definition. The same change accrued in her feet; they swelled out of proportion, consuming half of her calf making her legs appear shorter and more compact. Her toes followed suit, shifting into three digits tipped with dull claws like her hands.
A loud roar came unexpectedly from Cydney's stomach as if rumbled from another change. Her well-kept figure (or what was left of it) distorted. Swelling out and growing fat; it stated as a simple pouch of flab on her trim stomach, but grew into an obvious fat gut, dragging her body into a teardrop shape.
She then felt a tugging pinch in her back. Using the mirror she watched as a mound of flesh formed at the top of her buttocks. It grew larger and stretched outwards growing in size. It soon consumed her ass cheeks, pouring the flesh into its mass. She watched in wonder as the brown pucker of her anus was incorporated into its base and continuing to grow into a thick and powerful tail a foot thick in diameter and reaching five to six feet in length before its base smoothed out the bridge of her taint with her gut, presenting her pussy forward.
It wasn't till this change that Cydney noticed how aroused she'd become. Her thoughts were running wild with her new body; yet looking at her displaced folds she noticed that they were still oddly dry. Just days ago thinking about changing would force her to change her panties, but now...

Her train of thought was broken as strands of long brown hair fell into her view, gliding to the floor. With her new hands she reached to her scalp and began peeling away clumps of hair until a smooth scalp was all that topped her head. It was an odd sensation for Cydney, but mostly freeing. She'd never have to worry about how her hair looked or how keeping it in a bun would make her skin wrinkle.
Cydney's next change came in her mouth. Her jaw popped out of place as the bone stretched wider dragging her teeth with it. Her nostrils flared as they grew larger consuming her upper lip. Her jaw thrusted forward this time, matched by her nose as the nostrils stretched with her jaw, pulling her bridge and eyes with them forming the iconic flat head of an alligator.

Cydney examined her new monsters body in the mirror. She'd never felt more alive in her life, it was like a blanket had been torn away from her and she was ready to face a new day in confidence. But something was strange. Like something was wrong or incomplete.
As if on cue Cydney was overtaken by a powerful sensation. Like a thousand bolts of electricity was rushing through her blood, charging every cell in her new body. The sensation focused around her neck as a lump built in her throat. She felt like she was choking, she was over taken by fear that the elixir was flawed, that she might die from the change. But suddenly with an audible "pop" her airway was freed, she took a deep gasping breath of air, as she did she could feel the lump bob slightly within her neck.
She was about to inspect it with her hand when the sensation changed its focus to her chest. Her hands quickly cupped her breasts. The sensation was almost too much to handle, it was driving her to the brink. Luckily the sensation started to fade and with it, Cydney's breasts! They shrank in her hands until she was flat chested. The surface of her chest became hard with muscle as defined pectorals took their place.
Cydney barely had time to react to the change before she was brought to her knees by the jolt of energy centered in her pelvis. She looked in wonder at her womanhood as one by one her folds melded together, sealing up until her crotch was smooth flesh leaving her null-gendered.
Cydney inspected the soft surface with her hand when she noticed a warmth beneath the skin begin to stir. It felt as though something was growing inside her, slowly the smooth surface began to wrinkle and sag until with "plop plop" the skin filled with two large testicles each the size of softballs forming a healthy ballsack.
She was speechless at the unforeseen turn of events but another charge of change left her, or rather him, moaning in unfamiliar pleasure, his voice now a gruffer tone. He began running his hands over the charge just above his sack. A small nub of flesh began to grow, as his hands played with the growth the stimulation caused it to swell faster. With a pulse matching his pounding heart the mass grew in his hand larger and larger until it reached a foot long, soft and dangling over his balls loose skin pinching at its tip.
As he continued to fondle his new appendage the electrical charge shifted into a growing heat. It grew hotter and hotter as it spread down the mass, becoming more rigid and stiff. The skin at its tip began to grow and stretch as a flaring red cock head began to peak out of its foreskin. Cydney quickly grasped it in both hands; he could barely wrap his hands around its girths. Under his touch it sprung forth to its maximum length of two feet.

With an uncontrollable instinct his hands began pumping the massive cock. The foreplay of the transformation had left him close to the brink. As his hands went into a fury of motion he felt another burning heat swell within his new cock, racing up its shaft. He tried his best to hold back the incredible new sensation, but the pressure was too much. He let out a snarling hiss of pleasure as his cock shot its burring hot load of jizz, splattering the mirror and surrounding walls, strings of cum drooped into the carpet as his climax came to an end and he collapsed onto his back.
It took him minutes to recover from the foreign sensation. As he hoisted himself back to his feet he took in the sense of strength his new body had left him. His attention quickly shifted back to his new cock. He looked at it in wonder. When Cydney had first decided to change this was the last thing she expected. Sure she speculated that a cock or two would be involved but becoming fully male never crossed her mind... But it feels so right! Is this what Nora had meant when she said "it's admiration"...?
Truly he did feel pride in his large member; admiration was the best word for it. Though with this last change he felt like the missing piece had found its place, it just happened to be between his legs! Looking down Cydney couldn't believe the mess she'd made. Her personal instincts took hold as she realized she had to clean the mess before it stained the carpet or walls. This old habit brought him relief that he was still herself... er, that the change hadn't compromised his personality.
He gathered his cleaning supplies from work and started to scrub the cum from the floor and carpet. The simple act of cleaning felt both new and familiar to him in an odd way. The familiar action she performed daily for her clients in their own homes was brought into a new light with her much larger and muscular body. Suddenly there was the crashing sound of glass behind him. Her tail thrashing absent-mindedly behind him had hit the end table and caused the lamp to fall off. He quickly went to cleaning that mess up as well. He sighed, This will take some getting used to...

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Cydney continued the rest of his day acclimating to his new body. Preforming simple tasks and exercises, many of which he had been taught in her career training as a physical therapy work out for him to help newly transformed clients do the same for their new bodies. He never expected to be using them on himself one day. Hours passed by as she trained himself and soon the clock chimed five o'clock, Marcel would be home soon.

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In a hurry, Cydney looked through her wardrobe looking for something to wear. Surely it would be a good idea to be clothed when he got home, Don't want to scare him off before he's even in the house. unfortunately, all she could find to wear was an old sports jersey that once belonged to Darius, and only that. He'd have to do this without pants. He peeled the shirt off of himself, there wasn't much point to wearing just a top when he didn't have breasts anymore and his new sausage was still open for all to see. "I'm sure Marcel will understand, besides it's not like he hasn't seen a huge dick before anyhow." she chuckled awkwardly in her new gruffer voice.

He slid the shirt on just as he heard the front door open. "Mom! I'm home! Can you still talk?" he called out from the living room.

"I'll be right down honey, just sit tight!" he called back. Surely the new voice was strange for his son as there was no reply.

Cydney took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs for his unveiling. Marcel had kept his back turned to the stairs luckily. Cydney placed his hands on his hips, striking a pose. "Well? How do I look?" he announced. As Marcel turned around his book bag fell to the ground, as did his jaw. The creature standing before him was roughly eight feet tall and built with muscle and a large beer gut, with an even larger member tucked between HIS legs.

"Are you just gonna gawk at me all day or are you gonna give your mother a hug?" Cydney said as she wrapped her large arms around her son. He began to cough under the presser of her grip, she still didn't realize her new strength yet.

Once he was let go Marcel paced around his mother, if he could even call her that anymore. "I... I certainly didn't expect this when I left for school." he stuttered.

"That's what I said, but you know, I've never felt better in my whole life! It feels so natural!" Cydney exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air stretching.

"Well... um... Mom?" Marcel phrased it awkwardly, "Can I even call you that anymore? I mean what SHOULD I call you now?"

Cydney hadn't once thought of that yet, her situation had changed expediently after all, she groaned at the thought of all the paperwork that would have to be resubmitted now. "Well I am still your mother; I mean I gave birth to you so you can still call me Mom. As for my name I suppose Cydney still works, there are men named Cydney right? But you can call me Cid for short now if you'd like?"

"Ok... well I... I have some homework I should get done. I'll see you at dinner... um, Mom" Marcel was clearly trying to avoid the situation.

"Oh no you don't young man!" Cid grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and took his book bag from him. "We had an agreement! I'm not letting you hide in your room this weekend. Besides, you can do your homework Monday." Cid had surprised himself, he couldn't remember the last time he was so assertive with his son. maybe I got some male dominance out of this?

"Ok Mom..." the words still felt strange in his throat "What do you want to do then?"

"How about a movie, we used to do that all the time when you were little." he placed a hand on his son's head and ruffled his hair, "Maybe that will help you get used to this. You go pick something out, I'll get some popcorn started."

Cydney dug through the cabinets and shelves looking for the popcorn and Marcel skimmed their movie collection for something neither of them had seen in a while. His hands trembled as they scrolled over the spines of the DVD cases. The situation couldn't be more unexpected! He prayed to god that his mother hadn't seen his erection starting when he was examining her... him. He did his best to focus on a movie, and to calm down. This was dangerous territory for him.
Marcel placed the action movie he had decided on and pressed play as his mother came in carrying a large bowl of steaming popcorn. His mother plopped onto the couch his legs spread wide and comfortable, his tail flopping over the armrest and flaccid cock limp over her thigh. Marcel sat across from him, folding his leg over his knee trying to hide his erection from his mother.

"What did you pick dear?" Cydney asked.

"Clocks Ticking 3, couldn't remember the last time I saw it."
"Me neither, good pick. Popcorn?" Cydney offered him the bowl setting it on his lap.

Marcel reached for the bowl, his hands only a few inched from his mother's flaccid penis. He quickly gripped the bowl to keep his hand from trembling.
As the movie played they stayed mostly silent; a few chuckles at cheesy one-liners and gasps at major plot points, but mostly from Cydney. Marcel was struggling to keep his eyes from drifting off the screen to his mother's masculine body, namely his salami sized dick. It had more of an impact in real life then in his porno mags. His mind wondered in daydreams of playing with such a spectacular specimen; gripping it in both hands, feeling the pulse under his fingertips, licking up its length, hearing his mother moan in pleasure.
The last part snapped him out of his dream. Had he really just thought of his mother that way? It had always been random strangers his imagination dreamed up in his fantasies. He'd never had a person specifically to fantasize about,let alone have it be his newly transformed mother turned father... it was kind of hot...

"How long are you gonna keep ignoring the elephant in the room?" Cydney asked. The comment snapped Marcel out of his thoughts as he tried to stammer up an answer. "Go ahead, if you wanna touch it you can. Don't think I haven't seen you staring, you're not sneaky." Cydney chuckled, an air of confidence in her voice.

Marcel was left speechless, the only action he could muster was to nod he head.
Marcel dropped to his knees in front of his mother, and pocked at the foreskin of the monsters member before him. His fingers traced a vain up its shaft and into its balls. He cupped them both in his hands, each the size of a grape fruit. Under his touch he felt her pulse as blood ran into Cid's cock. With small jerks the flaccid member began to grow in Marcel's hand right before his eyes.
The foreskin pealed back as a flaring red cock head emerged from its fleshy sheath, it quickly swelled as Marcel tried to grip it in both hands, his fingers barely wrapping around half its girth. Cydney could barely contain himself, he'd expected a few pokes and prods but for her teenage son to drop to his knees before him was a dream come true.
Marcel clumsily pumped his mother's cook in his virgin hands as it reached its full two foot length. Cydney relined in his seat a bit, throwing his arms back behind the couch letting the sensation of his first hand job take full control of his body, his head arched back and let out a low pleasing hiss. Cydney had done this plenty of times for Darius but being on the receiving end was on a whole other level for him.
Marcel leaned into his mother's sack, he teased the tender orb with the tip of his tough, and Cydney gave a loud hiss in response. He moved in and softly suckled on the flesh before licking up its shaft with his whole tough. Cydney was on the verge, her new cock must have been made extra-sensitive as she never got this far so quickly as a woman. 
As Marcel reached the tip of the head he began licking the urethra sloppily, though thinking he was a natural. The foreign sensation was too much for Cydney as he reached climax. With a loud moaning roar he felt the pressure building in his cock. He kicked his clawed feet at Marcel hitting him in the shoulder and to the ground just in time as his cockhead flared red and gushed hot white cum across the room. It splashed against the TV just as the movie credits were beginning to roll. Marcel narrowly had enough time to roll out from under its stream as the pressure dropped and the strings of jizz draped onto the carpet.

After some heavy panting Cydney was able to catch his breath; as his vision focused he looked back to his son still lying on the floor. "Boy, I'm gonna have to show you how to really suck some cock." She said with a chuckle.

"I don't know Mom, I think my demonstration speaks for itself!" he smugly responded, nodding to the river of cum spread about the middle of the room.

"Yeah? well just remember you got that from me."
Cydney looked down on his son lying on the floor and was immediately drawn to his crotch which was pitching a modestly large tent. "Hmmmm, you know it's not fair that I get to have all the fun." He licked his large tough over his lips "Let me help you with that." he picked himself off the couch and strolled over to his son, swaying his new hips as though he were still female, however in his wider stance the action looked ridiculous. He bent down slightly and with his claws unbuttoned his son's jeans.

The large erection sprung forth from its denim confides. With a strong jerk Cydney pulled his pants down to his ankles leaving his son completely exposed. His face went flush with color, Cydney picked up on this. "Is this your first time?" he asked with a sly grin. Marcel swallowed with a loud gulp and nodded his head. "If it makes you feel better it's technically my first time too." Cydney slowly positioned himself over his son's cock and fell to his knees. He could feel Marcel's head bushing against his brown pucker; gently he lowered himself down, probing his anus with his son's member. Surprisingly it glided in with little resistance, but still tight. Almost like his body knew what was happening and had opened up in anticipation.
Cydney hissed and panted in pleasure at the new sensation, even when he was female she'd never experienced anal. It was oddly familiar but displaced and newly sensitive. As he took his length in Cydney felt her inner walls clamp tight around the Marcel's hard member, every vein a string of hot sensation within himself. With his muscular thighs he started rolling his hips, with which he had much experience with from his past life. Marcel grunted and moaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting in time with his mother, each one reaching further and further within him.
Cydney's cock once again reached its full length as it began to bob overtop his son's face. Marcel grabbed it in his hands and pulled it closer, suckling on its underbelly. Suddenly a thrust reached deeper and grazed Cydney's prostate, he hissed at the intense sensation as he clenched tighter around Marcel. The pounding continued, each time hitting Cydney's sensitive gland until he released, underneath him Marcel's bucking had reached and insane pace as he too was on the verge of release. With a loud grunt Cydney drove his hips down onto her son as they both came. The hot sensation erupted inside him flowing in circles as Marcel involuntarily continued his thrusting, each shooting a new stream of warm heat into Cydney. Simultaneously Cydney shot her third load of the day, arcing over her son's head and painting the living room carpet white once again. Once the orgasms ceased, Cydney rolled of his son and onto his back beside him, the two catching their breath in unison.

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The two spent the next hour cleaning up after themselves, as they did so they talked like never before; friends, school, work, tennis, and just simple chit-chat. Eventually Cydney brought up the topic of Marcel's sexuality, he'd been confused for a long time. He also explained that on the day of his father's death he was going to ask him for guidance on the topic. He was never really concerned about being judged, but the fact that he, himself was uncertain weighed heavily on him. Truthfully it still did, as he'd never been with a woman and still questioned his sexuality, but the release had lightened the load. Cydney was quick to comfort his son and pledged his support.
As the weekend continued the two caught up on lost time, doing things that they hadn't done even long since Darius's passing, they played tennis together, shopped for some better-fitting clothes for Cydney and of course got more acquainted with his new body. For once in a long time Cydney felt like he had his family back. Come Monday night, before Cydney fell asleep he said with confidence "This was the right thing to do."

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Tuesday came around and Cydney fell back into his morning routine. After Marcel left for school, with a smile on his face for once, Cydney grabbed his supplies for work and was about to leave when the doorbell rang. When he answered, he was greeted by a team of men and women wearing full body hazmat suits.
"I'm looking for Mrs. Cydney Salvo" the lead man asked.

"It's Mr. Salvo now I guess. What's this about?"

"We're with the local disease center. I'd like to ask you a few questions if you have the time. May we come in?"

Cydney stepped aside and the team entered with a number of devices and equipment that they began waving about the house, scanning presumably for something. One of the team approached him carrying two large crates in each hand, which rattled with the sound of glass.

"Excuse me sir, could you show me to your kitchen? I need to take some water samples."
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