Chapter 8: Foxy Gender

Its 4 months into the emergence. BBC news blares "Reports of the transformed Peter Capaldi, merged with the famous timelord, the doctor. Rumors say he is shifting careers, as Ads have flooded platforms advertising The Narrative Foundation. Seemingly a effort to form a multi-national network of transformed? Many worry about the implications of this. As reports of various attacks, and destruction preformed by transformed merged with villainous narratives fill the world. We wonder... how will this new organization help? Is it a attempt to take control? Many wonder what plot the doctor inside that man without a blue box is cooking. However, it seems the narrative foundation is pl-" In another part of the world, a fox girl, a teenager sits in a bedroom, watching youtube videos. But something is wrong. As she... sighs, her voice cracks, as she holds her ears, as they are only partly fured, fur continues to grow. While she shifts in the chair. As the fox tail shifts, ugly, and only partly furred.

As she sighs, reading various articles online. A reddit thread titled "Gender-Reverseal based transformation: How to handle socal interactions with a new gender." As she... he reads the article. She sighs. As she-he opens her phone, and a picture of her old self shows. A young teenager, male, with a group of D&D players, in a school club. He sighs deeply, as a fox-like wimper comes out. Arther Kant... focuses... trying not to focus on the form growing under his shirt. How his long hair flows back to his back... or the vastly shrinking... He shakes his head. As the teasing from school comes to mind, "Look the nerd is becomeing a fox girl! HA!", or "He is becoming hot, holy fuck!". He shakes in fear, as he grasps his hands tight. He gets up, walking elegantly over, with a inhuman grace. As he pulls out a D&D charictor sheet. Reading the stats, as of there last play session. 'Agility: 21'. He frowns deeply, as he reads the inhuman stats. He grabs a penceil, and throws it, and it embeds in the wall. He sighs reading the paper 'Weapon Mastery lv18'. Reading his specailties in daggers, and throwing weapons. The name of the charicter 'Alice Talatna', a Ranger.

He... her... he was not sure anymore. As he kelt down. His parents... his dad does not looking him in the eyes. His mom is trying her best to teach him how... to dress, and such. But... the tail causes countless issues. Worse... he can feel her... he knows her. He went thru every event of her life, wrote deep complex lore docs. Imagined before he went to sleep how her senses felt, and how she acted, and what she wanted in men. He shook, as he blushed. He shook, as his nails grew. He hated this... why must he be a girl! He only imagined that stuff because he wanted to know! because it was fun to be something he was not... but... he likes this... and does not. He shakes, as he cries, his ears folding. As he leaves a hole in the blanket, from claws.

Eventually, he got up, and sat. He held himself close. He hated going outside. Hated the loose clothes, the shirts, and his moms attempts to make him wear dresses, and the arguing from his parents room, that he could hear clearly with his ears. About how there son... was becoming a girl, and it was there responsibility to support it. He was... at least glad he wrote Alice to be the same age as him. He remembers other stories, where teens gained older, or more adult bodies, and yet... still had there immaturity partly, and lack of knowledge for there age.

He is not famous, but according to the doctors... it was due likely to how... deeply he pretended to be the character. They were right... he was good at roleplaying, and roleplayer her... he was a master at. Then... the emergence, and suddenly he, and a few friends in his group were transforming. Not due to public pressure, but due to there own... attachments. A wide river, with a slow flow can delvier alot of water... he read online. Worse, he still needs to go to school... and still keeps contact with the freinds. Just... the school is no longer supporting any D&D clubs, or such. Makes sense. So they have been continuing a little over discord. As they still like the game, even roleplaying. A few of his group kinda want to transform, just to join there only friends. But... he has gone quite there. He... does not like... being seen.

He gets up, and walks to his bathroom. Looking in the mirror, at the hight of 5 ft, 4 in. When he used to be taller. When his hair is long, soft, and yet tangled by neglect, and fuzzy. With a slow gradent of red, to orange. With white bits within the hair. While no human ears on the sides of his femenen face, that looks like the most pretty woman he has ever seen. Yet... he feels nothing at it. While fox ears, 4 inches tall, triangular, well shaped, mobile, reactive... alive. Sit on his head, and move with microexpressions so detailed... they feel like a second face. While his entire body is well curved, and a bust sits on his chest, that is large, soft... and well made. While a tail sits limb behind him, not because it can't move, but because he feels depressed. Fur is damaged from how many times he stuffed the tail away. Despite it being insanely full of fur. He hates it. All of this, as his tail unconchessly flicks in annoyance, and anger. Then he breaths, as he shakes, he grips hard the sink, and *Crack*, he stops, and looks down, as he sees the sink crack... he hates how strong this body is.

He cries, and then stops, and then shouts, and, shakes, and then... the emotions dull... they pulse... so often they pulse. Mixing, and interacting. When this started... he looked at his face, and felt a attraction twards it, and yet now... he looks at it and feels nothing. He shakes... he is scared. He cries suddenly, without control. "Stupid hormones!" He says, voice sharp, soft, and strong, femenene. He shakes... as the trama from those... those nightmares pulse thru him. He neals to the ground, shaking pulling his legs together, as his ears flatten. As his own voice emits animalistic wimpers of a fox. Then anger flashes, he growls loudly, as his mouth flares with teeth. The sounds he making no longer sound human at all. Before he stops shaking. Holding his head. As so many emotions pulse thru him, and he acts animalisticly He shakes, and eventually begins to act human. "Be... human... stop... stop... stop... no angry... no..." He shakes, supressing the rage, that wants to scream thru his mouth.

He... slowly goes quite on that floor. Has he focuses, and remembers each step of the tranformation. First... it began with memories. Instincts, some light behavyour stuff. Men... felt scarry, but... he wanted to manipulte them. Weird emotions. But... it was under the surface, he could ignore it. Standing with legs slightly tighter together. Sitting with a softer posture. Laughing more musically than he meant to. Not on purpose. But naturally. Without thinking. Falling over, because his instincts expected a tail to counter balance. He had... phantom pain in the night, that made him shake light nightmares. He was looking for a tail, as his body pulsed with pain, not finding it around. He suddenly... was falling all over. Unstable all the time. As if his balance was utterly broken, as if he was too tall, too male, too... human for his own brain. Until... he could not. Mood swings, strong ones. Hormonal shifts, breaking down crying, and then getting angry. Feeling... something new for men, and nothing much for woman. As... immediately... no matter how... much desire he felt. His... man stopped responding. Trauma from fiction began to twist its ways into him. Desires. Everything. Campaign moments, memories of his lore docs, and imagination began to be felt like real memory. Then... his manhood stopped working.

Skin was first physical change, it got lighter, softer... more... sensitive. All his acne was gone. His skin repaired itself overnight, until it was... inhumanly perfect. Touch became overwhelming. Every breeze, every wrinkle in his sheets became an event. He jumped, with new sensitivity, his brain was unused too. Pepole noticed... as his face shape changed. His face stung, and was numb in bursts. Pepole... began to notice. He... noticed. A soft jaw. Fuller cheeks. A smaller nose. The most beautiful woma's face he'd ever seen. But not his face. It was Alice's. Then... pain. A pulse of utter pain in school. As he fell to the ground, and was taken to the ER. As... his spine began to shorten. His spine shrank. His pelvis cracked. He shrunk in height, 6'2" to 5'4". He felt... smaller... weaker... and his fear of men escalated. Until... a feminine structure was formed. He was diagnosed as going thru transformation. He could not walk for days. Then... as the foundational bone changes faded, and he was sent home. Given pain killers, told... he could not die from this. No matter how much it hurt.

He was kept home for most of the time after that. As he reviewed every last detail of... Alice. He recognized it... all of it. As mussles, and fat shifted. As... breast bloomed, with pain in the nips. As... his man shrunk. As his voice softened, and then... changed, until he learned by axxedent, that when he is in pains, he yips, and cries out like a fox on instinct. Utterly, inhuman. So inhuman, they sound like they come from a animal, perfectly. So inhuman, a nabour once knocked on our door asking... if we had a pet, because pets were not allowed. He could still talk like a human, but... he also could make animal sounds. As his balance continued to be shity as hell, as he kept falling over. One time falling over as he got destracted thinking, while standing. All because he still lacked a tail. While... his ass bruned with pain every night. As inhuman shapes, and sacs that made it impossible to sit, or lay on his back formed on his ass. Until... they popped. Suddenly, blood, and musce, as the fleshy, thin-furred, apendege escaped, and his body began to change more. Hair begain to fall out with chunks of blood around the same time, replaced, and regrowing rapidly. Every single bit of chest hair gone. All leg hair missing, despite normal human woman having leg hair.

The proto-tail grew in size, and grew more, and more fur. Eventually, it reached 1.2m long. Huge, fluffy, so... so fucking annoying to deal with. Sheading was everywhere. He cried more and more. Hid more and more. As... then... the eyes, and ears changed. Eyes first, as he screamed in pain, as he went blind for a few hours, then to blurry vision, then to... weirdly colored, blurry distance. Then... it did not change. It did not get better, despite his memories saying the distance should be more detailed. Then... he went deaf... mid meal, eating with his family. He was confused, he could not hear himself speak. They paniced, he paniced. As... over 3 days... his ears pulled in on themselves, becoming flat. With utter horrific pain, stinging, and numbness. Then... new ears slowly grew. Sensitive, until they formed. Finished, and suddenly... everything was too weird. Everything was too loud. He could hear everything. His sense of smell, and taste got stronger. His canines grew. He felt sick after eating chocklet, threw up, and had diahria. He saw a bird outside, and felt... a instinct to catch it, because it looked fun.

Not... even mentioning the strength, speed, combat instincts, and... and all... these emotions. Impossible strength, speed... and a mythical... sense of mana that is slowly growing. He shakes, as... a single sentence comes to mind, and her trama hits him like a truck. As he wimpers, cries, and his legs snap closed, holding tight. He shakes... "I... Why did i make her so... b-broken..." He wimpers, his tail moves close, holding close, still, scared. He shakes. He cries, and slowly... calms. As... Alices coping mechnisms... fill him... but he is scared... he hates this... he... he wants to control everything! He hates how... powerless he is! He must... he... he... she... he... must... take control. He must... He grits his teeth. Shaking in anger. As fur begins to glow on his cheak with a glow of magic. He frowns, and pushes that back. Remembering the skill '[Soul Fox Form]: Turn into a massive beastal form where your soul shows its true potental to destroy your foes. Costs mana to trigger, no mana to keep active. Can only trigger with great emotion, or focus. ' He pushes in... controls, breaths. He... he is dangrous. He shakes... and... remembers all the stares... from all those... men... when he was dragged along to buy clothes with his mom. They saw him like he was a piece of meat.

He... is scared... of himself... because... he remembers every last desire... he wanted to kill those men. He... he is too pretty to touch... that is what Alice... feels. Yet... he... can bairly tell where Alice... and he is. Both names... cause him to turn. He... remembers... 3 weeks ago... tenage boy... he has not... even... done... that in 3 weeks, not for lack of trying... nothing... works. He feels desire, sometimes a desire so strong its stronger then before all this... and it does not even twitch. The the desire... began to only form for boys, and that is when he stopped trying. Just before the whole physical changes started. He... he wants someone... but fears them, wants to be better then them. His heart beats complexly, as he shakes on the floor.