This choice: Six months since the change • Go Back...Chapter #3Six months since the change by: Mr. George The world woke to another day. It was six months since the chaos and madness. The foundation and destruction of so many religions, none having warned of the 'Great Switch'. The world was reluctantly accepting it was a one-off event.
Some prayed for their restoration, on the first night. Others struggled to adjust, and some just gave up. Some even claimed they were a rare exception and unaffected. The majority of them were quickly disproven as fraudsters trying to cheat the desperate with false hope, and expensive solutions to their woes.
It was probably most chaotic in the Middle East with, roles being so clearly defined. The newly minted women, weren't fond of being bound by the rules they'd imposed. Similarly, there were stories of 'husbands' enforcing their positions by refusing to acknowledge things had ever been different, their 'wives' banned from even mention their lives before that day.
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Erin, formerly Aaron, was still adjusting to being a curvaceous woman. It was the fashions that she hated, there had been some disruption to the fashion industry. With androgynous clothes being briefly popular for a month or two. But, those who were happy and embraced the change wanted to flaunt their bodies. The new men who jogged, in the tightest of leggings. Popular with men gloring in their new cocks. Enjoying jogging without their chests heaving. Similarly, some new women, delighted in flaunting their curves.
The change seemed to drive people to a more extreme body. A few surveys confirming the conclusions everyone suspected was true. Women were bustier than before three or four cup sizes according to various analysis, with some variety for diet and country.
Erin had never checked before, but it looked like the guys were 'more endowed' than before, too. Their chest more muscular, and their .... She blushed to think of that particular fascinating piece of flesh. It dominated her thoughts, confusing and exciting her.
The only comfort was knowing the opposite was true too. She'd caught the swiftly averted glances, the belated ones that lingered on her bust. The guys ogling her sumptuous ass, when she was crossing the street and looking both ways.
She giggled to think of all the spontaneous stiffenings she'd inspired.
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There was little point to trying (and failing) to hide her sex. But the fashion seemed to be to flaunt and display things, a little more than she liked. Some seeing it as daring, others loving that provocative power. Men and Women were divided on the subject, as to who had the power.
Part of Erin wished, she was a little less endowed, and a little more muscular. She envied those lucky women.
Tugging at the top of her dress, she ensured no hint of her areola was visible. The effort quite futile, as the chill air ensured 'the girls' were perky and obvious despite everything.
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Erin.
She'd always liked red as a colour, it being the colour of her favourite team. Now things were different there, too. She spotted one of the lucky women. Still unmistakably a woman, but she wasn't cursed with her scrawny arms, and confidently bore her tattoos with pride. She was intimidating, and oddly fascinating. Shaking her head, Erin dismissed the idea, it was guys where her true fascination lay.
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