There is love, but war

He was no longer the gawky geek that Graham and the others like to tease. He looked like a biker girl, or what a porn studio thought a biker girl looked like. He had long, burnt orange hair that cascaded over his shoulders and down his back, almost to his butt. He was wearing the same t-shirt, representing one of his favorite comic books, but it was short and tight against his huge tits. You could see slivers of underboob, and if he raised his hands up, his nipples would peek out. He had tight, tight, torn jean shorts that looked more like panties than shorts. He was covered in tattoos. An impressive hawk was spread out under his breasts. The serpent was sliding up under his shorts. A spider-web covered one arm. A dragon covered the other - and he couldn't tell but he assumed - was breathing fire over his torso. He turned around and saw a tramp stamp that said, "Enter Deposits Below," though he had to move his hair out of the way to see it.

With nervous trepidation, he finally unbuckled his shorts and unzipped them. He had a landing strip of burnt orange hair that led to a clean and soft pussy. It was the sight of himself, cockless, with a serpent tattoo sliding into his pussy, that let his mind understand the transformation.

"Oh fuck," he whispered. His voice was high and breathy, like he was whispering and asking a question.

He stood there for a while, poking his tits, sliding a finger over the lips of his pussy, carefully inserting a finger, finding his clit, looking at his ass, looking at his other tattoos. He was fascinated with the new body. But whenever he looked in the mirror, when he saw himself and let his mind register that he wasn't looking at porn, he realized he was looking as his new and potentially permanent body, that the woman in the mirror was Billy Scheister, the panic and dread came back to him.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck."

His phone vibrated in the other room. He went to grab it and saw the time again: 3:35. He didn't have time for this. The notification was his email. Thankfully, the Slut-Box challenge urged him to participate. It didn't seem to want him to be trapped in this body anymore than he did.