The tingling intensified. Jon's nipples became erect, visible through his shirt. He brought a hand to feel them and gasped at the almost painful sensitivity. His breasts were delicate, something he would hesitate to describe any part of his body. It was his first real taste of femininity, something so antithetical to his sense of identity as a guy. He was becoming the weaker sex.
Suddenly, an intense pain sprang from his gut! It was like someone kicked him in the balls at top strength. He grabbed his stomach and doubled over, a moan emerging from his mouth that seemed to echo all around him.
It took him a moment to realize that every guy in the gym was reacting the same way, grabbing at their stomachs and moaning. Their faces twisted in agony. What was going on? This was supposed to be fun, not torture!
"I see the estrogen cocktails are taking effect," Dr. Stone said brightly. "What the males in the room are experiencing is the result of high levels of estrogen in their bodies at the same time as their natural testosterone, inducing a state similar to premenstrual syndrome, commonly known as PMS. Have no fear! Once your testicles are transformed into ovaries, you will no longer produce testosterone in sufficient quantities to cause PMS, and your residual testosterone will only last for the rest of the day. That should be enough time to gain a respect for what your natural female peers go through every month. Ladies, feel free to tease them. You deserve it, am I right?" She winked.
There was a smattering of giggling from the girls on the bleachers. Others looked at their male classmates with concern and sympathy.
Dr. Stone smiled. "Any girl who wishes it--be she naturally feminine or in the process of transformation--may come to the nurse's office, where Midol and menstrual products will be freely distributed. She only needs to ask."
"This is batshit!" It was Aaron Wells, a buff jock who liked to pick on Jon. He clutched his stomach and groaned. "I'm not a fucking girl! I'm not... eeuunnggh... I'm not going to take Midol. What are you, nuts, you fucking bitch?!"
The smile faded from Dr. Stone's face. Her voice turned cold. "I must insist on the proper respect. You will serve your punishment as my personal assistant for the duration of your time as a young woman."
"Like hell I will! I'm-- Hey, what are you doing?"
Jon watched as two guards grabbed Aaron and pulled him out of his seat. He fought against them, but his muscles shrank before Jon's eyes, leaving Aaron's arms and legs as thin and weak as that of any girl who never underwent any strength training in her life. The guards easily overpowered him and dragged him away.
Jon felt satisfied. It really served Aaron right, didn't it? At least the bullies he faced were hot women. Plus, Jon knew the month would end with Aaron having a good time, just like everyone else.
The pain in his gut flared, and Jon forgot all about Aaron. God, girls really went through this every month? He felt a new sense of respect for his female classmates. They were made of stronger stuff than most guys he knew.
"There we are," Dr. Stone said, surveying the students. "Everything is on schedule. You may return to your classes. I believe it's 'first period'?"
She laughed a silly little titter. The guards joined in with meaner-sounding snickers as they opened the doors, and Jon heard a few female classmates giggle as well.
Embarrassed, he got up along with the other students and shuffled toward the exit. It looked like he was going to try Midol before he got to enjoy anything else about turning into a girl. Great...
