Benny woke up miserable, the second day of his first period. He'd noticed changes, small changes, over the past couple of weeks. His body felt strange, not his own; fat was slowly building up on his hips and thighs, and most disconcertingly, in his chest. Very small mounds were beginning to form there, and he felt confused most of the time, irritable, and prone to tears when he never had been before. The face that looked back at him from the mirror was a subtly different one, softer, rounder. He loathed going to school now, because the changes were getting tougher to hide.
And now he would be bleeding from the vagina that shouldn't be his for several days. He had almost fainted when he heard from his mom what to do with the "tampons" she'd given him. He'd put one in last night and went into the bathroom this morning to change it, after being woken up by two screams from somewhere else in the house.
His mom, Lauren, was as miserable as he was. One of her pleasures in life was the sex toys she'd had; she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, and her husband couldn't quite satisfy her, even as wonderful as he was. "Was" being the operative term. She got little pleasure from playing with what was once her son's little dick, little compared to what she'd had before. To make it worse, she was growing peach fuzz on her face, her voice was occasionally cracking, and the small bits of weight she did gain were going to her stomach rather than ass and boobs. Her husband wouldn't love her anymore, wouldn't find her attractive soon, she feared. She swallowed the fear and headed down to cook breakfast for her two kids before they went off to school.
