Go read the Not Nut November Master Post first!
I wanted to make my own addition to @tf-lover’s series. I wasn’t planning on releasing new stories just yet but I thought I’d make an exception this time for the sake of getting this up during November! Enjoy!
“Welp… there goes the last of the old me.” Jordan muttered as he stared into his photo camera. His father Robert had finally convinced him to have a haircut. His entire life he’d had long shimmering waves that’d never been any shorter than shoulder length. Not anymore though. Jordan had been hesitant but after weeks of pestering, he finally gave in and let his father cut it. He had to admit though, the results weren’t too bad. The shorter cut seemed to highlight his masculine features more effectively. Not to mention it’d be low maintenance.
“Come on son. You look great! You’re gonna have lads and ladies alike jumping through fire for you. Trust me.” Robert reassured Jordan.
Jordan sighed. “What’s one more change I guess. We’ve already erased everything else about my old life.” He shrugged with a somewhat sarcastic smile.
Robert folded his arms over his chest, squinting down at his son. “Don’t be like that. You said yourself that you wanted this. Just yesterday you were telling me how much you were enjoying going to the gym and feeling huge. You were flexing your biceps in the mirror when you got home.”
The hunk’s face flashed red with embarrassment for a brief moment. He remembered how the testosterone must’ve gone to his head a little after getting such a serious pump at the gym. He couldn’t help feeling all head strong and cocky without even realising it. Thinking back, it was still so jarring to see how much of an influence this new body and its hormones were having on him.
“Yeah yeah… I know. Obviously I’m enjoying all this.” Jordan gestured down at his new bulky body. “But it’s still a lot sometimes. My hair was the last thing about my body that hadn’t changed.” He looked in his phone camera again before running a calloused hand across his now short bristly hair. “I don’t hate it though. Looks manly I suppose.” He admitted.
“See! You’ll grow to love it. Give it a week or so and you’ll never want long girly hair again.” Robert proclaimed, prouder than ever as he grinned at the new son he’d always wanted.
It was the day before Halloween when Juliet started to see posts floating around about No Nut November. She saw them every year so it wasn’t really a surprise at first. That is until she’d started hearing some strange rumours surrounding it recently. About how some kind of curse now surrounded the challenge itself and that anybody participating would either reap rewards or suffer a punishment depending on if they succeeded or failed.
Like any normal person she brushed it off at first. Probably just some silly kids online spreading weird stuff to scare their friends or something. But every time she logged onto social media, she’d see another post or comment talking about the curse. And they weren’t just kids. There were full grown adults backing this up. She started to wonder if they were all just trolls that were feeding into the rumour. What really made Juliet stop and wonder however was a post she saw from a man claiming to have completed the challenge last year. As proof he’d posted a picture of himself from October 2024 and another picture from this year. The difference was enormous. The first picture showed an average man with a small belly and a patchy beard. The second photo showed what appeared to be the same man but with the physique of a bodybuilder and a beard as full as could be.
She tried to shake it off. She tried telling herself that it couldn’t be real. Reasoning that the man was lying and that the photos must’ve had a much bigger time gap than a single. Or maybe they were just edited. Either way it had to be fake right?
“I’m taking part in No Nut November.” Juliet said aloud in the solitude of her own bedroom. She wasn’t saying it to anybody in particular. She just had to say it. Apparently that was one of the rules set by the curse. You had to agree to take part either verbally or written. As such she’d also written those exact same words on a scrap piece of paper. She felt silly already. She almost couldn’t believe she was actually buying into all those curse rumours. And yet after reading into the effects of the curse some more… she couldn’t help herself.
From what she’d been able to gather, the longer somebody could go during No Nut November without orgasming, the more masculine they would become. Bigger muscles, stronger features, increased penis size. However if they were to orgasm, it sets them back again. Repeated orgasms would even mean feminisation to the point of becoming a woman for the men participating. Whatever body they’re left with on December 1st is then locked in for the next year.
But of course Juliet was already a woman so most would assume she’d want to orgasm consistently throughout the month. That way she could boost her feminine qualities. But that wasn’t her plan. Not even close.
For years now it’d become clear to Juliet that her father Robert had always wanted a son. She theorised that he’d probably regretted not trying for another kid when he was younger. Of course he loved her and she loved him but it’d become hard for them to bond as Juliet entered her twenties. She’d noticed the way her father glanced at other fathers and their sons. It was subtle but she could see a certain look in his eye. In hindsight it must’ve been envy followed up by guilt. It was all but confirmed for her when she’d accidentally overheard her dad on a phone call to one of his buddies saying how he wished he was younger so he could try again for son. Not in a malicious way towards Juliet of course but overhearing that was hurtful nonetheless. Yet for some strange reason… it also made her wonder what her relationship with her father could’ve been like had she had been born male.
It was far from the first time that gender curiosity had plagued her mind. Many times in the past she’d found herself wondering about what life was like for those on the other side of the gender spectrum. Even daydreaming about how different her own life could’ve been had she been born a boy instead of a girl. She wasn’t trans. Or at least she didn't think she was. Juliet had never felt out of place in her female body. Yet despite that her mind frequently lingered on the mere thought of how it would feel to inhabit a male body. How far removed would it actually feel from her current body? How noticeable would the difference in size and strength be? What would her face feel like with masculine features? What would having a penis be like? Would being in that body cause her to think or see the world differently?
It’d become almost like a kink. She’d connected with a handful of other women online who had similar fantasies about becoming men. It felt so taboo as she chatted to these other women about having strong hairy chests instead of breasts. Or getting to grow beards instead of putting on makeup everyday. But that’s all it seemed to be. A kink.
Now this apparent curse claimed to have the power to answer all of these burning questions she’d had over the years. If it was real then she could finally experience it. The size. The testosterone. The privilege. All of it. And to top it all off… she could even give her dad the son he always wanted. The mere thought of it excited her more than she expected it too. The potential of leaving her old life behind to be a man. Maybe she was trans after all and hadn’t realised it yet. Whatever the case, she’d locked herself into the challenge now. She’d declared loud and proud that she was participating.
Worst case scenario, it’s all fake and Juliet feels like a complete idiot for somehow letting herself believe it. But if by some chance the curse is actually real then…
For the first couple of days Juliet didn’t notice much. After day two she couldn’t help laughing at herself a little for buying into any of it. It was nonsense! But she kept up the challenge anyway.
But then she reached day five. She’d woken up that morning feeling a little strange though she couldn’t put her finger on why. She got up and out of bed like usual when she noticed something. Her forearms. There was a light dusting of hair covering them. She had to run her hands along it to confirm it was real and there was no doubt. She had arm hair. For her entire life Juliet had never grown arm hair. Her arms were always smooth as could be. Yet now there it was. Undeniable.
The rational part of her brain was telling her that it had to be a coincidence. Maybe it was some kind of hormonal imbalance or something. She tried telling herself the same thing when she noticed wisps of hair on her legs as well that shouldn’t have been there.
If that’d been all then she might’ve been able to convince herself that the curse wasn’t real. But there was more. Her shoes now seemed just a tiny bit tighter than before. As if her feet were half a size bigger than they should’ve been. And whenever she stood up, her perspective felt slightly off. Like she was somehow an inch or so taller than she should’ve been. It was all small things that individually she could’ve rationalised and blamed on her imagination or a number of other reasons. But all those things put together made the truth clear.
Juliet stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at herself as she noticed some peach fuzz on her upper lip. “I’m not crazy. I can’t be crazy right?” She breathed, voice shaking. “Am I a-actually becoming a dude?” She asked her reflection as if it would somehow give an answer. “There’s no way that curse is actually real…” She mumbled.
Her heart was going a mile a minute. For a moment she considered masturbating in the hopes it would reverse the effects. It was a long moment that seemed to drag on for eternity as her hand hovered over her crotch. But in the end, she withdrew.
Juliet wasn’t sure exactly what’d possessed her to soldier on through the challenge. Was it her deep seated kinky curiosity? Was it the possibility that she could form a closer bond with her father if she went through with this? Or was it the strangely satisfying feeling of burgeoning masculinity that spread further through her body with every passing day? Perhaps it was all the above.
Regardless one thing was for certain. The curse was real. Not a single doubt about it. She might’ve been able to deny it before but now the changes had become too glaring to brush off. The hair on her arms and legs had become more noticeable. Her breasts had begun to shrink. Her distinctly feminine curves had become less pronounced. But most of all, in the last day or so, she’d begun to feel this bizarre sensation building in her core. Like her reproductive system was attempting to reorganise itself. That couldn’t have been more clear when she woke up this morning to see a tiny nub had begun pushing its way out of her vagina. The tip of a dick.
Of course the first thing she did was lock herself in the bathroom to inspect it. Gently poking and prodding at the small mushroom shaped head. It was sensitive. So much so that she feared touching it too much in case she accidentally orgasmed. But just seeing it was enough to have her pupils dilated with arousal. It was one thing seeing the shape and size of her body subtly change but to see the beginnings of something distinctly male appearing between her legs was beyond anything else.
“I’m gonna have a dick.” Juliet said to herself with a grin she couldn’t help. It was almost unbelievable and yet there it was. Undeniable. And it was only going to grow.
As the day went on, Juliet tried her best to hide herself from her father. After all, her changes were becoming more and more noticeable. Her face looked more androgynous now than feminine, just as her body did. There was only so much her long hair could do to hide that fact. She knew she couldn’t hide it forever but she just didn’t know how to explain it. She just hoped that if she waited long enough that she’d have become male enough for her father to be forced to believe it. It sounded messy but that was her plan.
It was messy. Juliet had finally decided to confront her father as her transformation began to tip the scales towards to masculine side. There was only so long she could stay locked in her room after all before he started worrying. So she confessed what was happening. Needless to say Robert was lost for words. At first he wasn’t even sure she was actually his daughter. She had to prove it multiple times before he finally believed her. But once he’d finally convinced him, she told her father about the curse.
“WHAT?! YOU’VE GOTTA REVERSE IT THEN!!” Robert shouted hysterically as any parent likely would in a situation as abnormal as this. “WHY HAVEN’T YOU??”
It’d been a strange conversation to say the least. Juliet had to try and explain to her father that didn’t have any intention of failing the challenge. It was difficult to explain since even Juliet herself hadn’t been able to fully decipher her feelings about it. In the end she simply told him that it felt right. With every day that passed she felt more and more comfortable with the changes happening to her body. Like she was a butterfly slowly emerging from a cocoon. Needless to say her father struggled to wrap his head around it but he had no choice but to accept it. After all she wasn’t about to reveal the other reasons why she’d got herself into this.
By this point Juliet still looked somewhat androgynous but she was clearly more masculine than feminine looking. Her facial features had begun to harden now, losing most of the softness they’d once had. Her brow looked stronger. Her nose was more prominent. Her jaw seemed wider. On top of that her breasts were completely gone with her nipples almost down to an average male size. Following that were the first few strands of chest hair she’d begun to sprout. As for her dick, it’d grown significantly. It was now reaching about the average size and Juliet was already getting drunk on the feeling of it swinging between her legs. She was still waiting on the testicles but she hoped it wouldn’t be long now.
“How about Jason?” Robert suggested.
Juliet pursed her lips slightly. “Hmmm. It has a nice ring to it. I’ll note it down as a maybe.” She said as she scribbled the name on a piece of paper beneath a list of others.
After a lot of struggle, Robert had managed to come to terms with what was happening to his daughter. She was becoming a man. A fact that became more evident with everyday that passed.
By now Juliet was a man through and through. The shape of her body had finished developing into a masculine form. Her hands and feet had grown multiple sizes. What’d started as mild scruff on her face a week ago had finally developed into a healthy, almost full, beard. One that framed her now unmistakably male face. The curse had purged any and all female qualities her body once had. And most exciting of all, her balls had finally dropped! Literally! It happened suddenly overnight. She woke up on the morning of the 17th and there they were. A hefty set of balls sitting comfortably beneath her new cock. That’s when everything changed.
The moment Juliet got her testicles it was like the curse had kicked into high gear. The changes to her body had begun to speed up, making her already male body grow more and more masculine at a rapid rate. Before long her flat chest began inflating again, only this time with burgeoning pecs. Her already male voice only continued to deepen every day. Her arms and legs slowly but surely bulged bigger. Even her height continued to increase slowly, having pushed her over the 6 foot barrier at last.
But it was more than just that. Ever since her new balls appeared, she’d felt different. It was almost like she could sense the newfound surge of testosterone flowing through her body and brain. She felt more confident in a way. Proud of herself even whenever she looked in the mirror. Like there was this male ego beginning to build inside her head. One that wanted to compete and show off. There was even an underlying sense of aggression she could feel bubbling from within. Not angry or dangerous aggression. Just… aggression. Like it was always simmering just below the surface. Ready to explode at any moment if she didn’t keep a tight lid on it. It was intense but empowering yet also terrifying all at the same time. Needless to say, she was gonna have to learn to keep that in check.
All that aside, Juliet was starting to struggle for the first time since starting the challenge. She’d get constant boners every single day. Her new cock pulsing angrily against the confines of the whatever pants she’d borrowed from her dad that day. And a few times she’d almost given in. Having stroked her thick cock a few times in delight before digging up the will power to let go. She couldn’t cum now. She’d gotten so far. At this point she was determined to see just how masculine she could get by the end. That said she could see why this was actually a challenge for dudes. Men were such horny bastards! It wasn’t like she didn't already know this but now she got to experience what it was like first hand. Every other thought she had was about shooting a load and how it would feel.
She just had to last a few more days.
“Jesus. I can’t believe you’re still growing too.” Jordan mumbled as he stared down at his morning wood. He’d originally assumed that once it reached an average then it wouldn’t grow much more but that couldn’t have been further from the case as he stared down at his pulsing cock. It’d finally reached 8 inches hard according to his ruler. Not to mention it felt girthy than it did a week ago. But that wasn’t all because even his balls had gotten fatter! Both things Jordan felt oddly proud about. Like he wanted to brag about it. He probably would once he told his online friends about what’d happened.
That said, somehow another full week had passed without a drop of cum spilled. It was far from easy with Jordan having to distract himself at almost every moment. Constantly having to resist the urge to touch his new man meat despite feeling more aroused than ever before in his life. Whenever he caught sight of even a mildly attractive dude, he’d find himself drowning in erotic thoughts of pinning him down and slamming his new cock inside his ass until he begged for mercy. He was almost ashamed to be having those kinds of thoughts. They made him feel so dirty and perverted. But despite its attempts to control him, he hadn’t given into his cock yet. Because of that he’d reaped even more benefits from the curse over the last seven days.
For a start he was now a solid 6 foot 2. Needless to say he’d hit his head a handful of times while underestimating how tall he was now. Not that he could be blamed when he was constantly growing. It’d been a difficult adjustment to keep up with. On top of that his muscles hadn’t stopped growing either. Everyday they seemed to bulge bigger. Now he could confidently say he had a pair of thick hairy muscle tits that he could bounce at will. His biceps had continued to gain inch after inch as the days went by. Jordan had even started measuring them to keep track. His thighs calves had grown into the huge meaty pillars of power he called legs. His hands were like mits now and his feet were too huge even for dads shoes now. But the thing he’d kept the keenest eye over this last week was his ass. It’d continued plump up into the big bubbly jock butt of his dreams. An ass so enticing he wished he could fuck himself.
Besides the ongoing physical transformation, Jordan had decided on some other changes over the last seven days as well. Like his new name for a start. After testing out a bunch of names, he and his dad decided Jordan was the best fit. It wasn’t too dissimilar from his original name and it felt comfortable to hear. At the same time he decided he might as well start going by male pronouns as well. It seemed appropriate given the new body and name.
His father had come around surprisingly well to all this. Naturally those first few days after finding out had been weird but now Robert seemed almost as excited about the transformation as Jordan. He’d accepted it all much faster than Jordan could’ve ever hoped and had even become quite supportive.
“There you go son!” Robert said with a smile as he set breakfast on the table for Jordan. He’d piled his son’s plate with a mountain of bacon, sausages, tomatoes, baked beans and what looked to be half a dozen eggs. Juliet would’ve struggled to eat even a fraction of all that but Jordan found himself salivating at the delicious fry-up. “A big man like you needs as much fuel as he can get!” Robert added, giving his new son a pat on the back.
“Thanks Dad. This looks amazing.” Jordan grabbed a knife and fork before ripping into some of the bacon, shovelling it into his mouth like a man possessed. “You really didn't have to… mmmphf… I was planning on making breakfast myself when I got up.” He managed to say in between mouthfuls.
“Nonsense. Can’t an old man make sure his lad is well fed?” Robert chuckled. “You’ve gotta get used to eating more. I mean look at how huge you’re getting! Once this curse is finished you’ll wanna make sure you keep all that muscle. That means a lot more protein and calories. Not to mention we’ll need to sort out a solid gym routine for you.” He continued on as he started making his own breakfast.
Jordan hummed as he stabbed a piece of sausage. “Sounds like you’ve just about got it all figured out dad.” The hunk replied flatly.
“What can I say? I just want the best for you.” Robert shrugged, still beaming away. “Now that you’re a man I can mentor you. Help keep you on track. Kinda like a coach I guess.” He spun around to face Jordan who was still eagerly tucking into his breakfast. “I mean look at you. You could probably be a bodybuilder if you refined some of this new muscle mass you’ve gained. Imagine that! My son, up on stage. A symbol of masculinity.” He turned back around to focus on the bacon he had sizzling in the pan. “Well that’s what you want of course. No pressure or anything. Definitely think about it though.”
Jordan side eyed his father. “Uhhh yeah… I’ll give it some thought.” It’s not that he didn’t like the idea. It actually sounded weirdly enticing. It could’ve just been the testosterone again thinking but the idea of getting to show off how sculpted his new male body to a crowd of people eager to praise him sounded exhilarating. But seeing how enthusiastic his father was about all this was a bit uncanny. Not in a bad way exactly. Jordan loved that his dad finally seemed proud of him. It was all he ever wanted. He just couldn’t quite get over the fact that it took him becoming a man to finally receive that approval. He tried not to dwell on it too much. If his dad was happy then there was no need to spoil it now.
“Oh also we should think about getting you a haircut soon. Something a little more manly you know?” Robert piped up again, breaking Jordan’s train of thought.
“Really? I’m not sure.” Jordan hadn’t really considered cutting his hair at all. Those long sandy brown waves were the one thing that’d remained consistent across this month. Cutting it would be like cutting off what was left of his old life.
He’d almost made it. It was the evening of the final day. Just a few more hours to go and Jordan would be home free. By now he’d fully accepted the reality of being a man for the rest of his life and he wanted it more than anything else in the world. So he refused to give in now. No matter how much his 8 and a half inch cock begged and spluttered.
All this hairy muscle. The incredible size and strength. The satisfying facial hair that coated his square jaw. The heavy cock and balls that swung between his legs. He was addicted to it. Plain and simple. All of his kinky fantasies had come to life. Most of those questions he’d once asked himself about the male experience had been answered. And in no way could he see himself ever going back. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a woman. That wasn’t it. It was just that being a man felt so much more appealing. More appropriate. He loved himself more than he ever had before in his entire life. Almost like this was destiny in some way.
The clock ticked and ticked. Every minute seemed longer than the last as time marched ever closer to the stroke of midnight. Eventually however, the clock read 11:55pm. So close. Just five more minutes. That was all he had to survive. But that didn’t stop his dick from trying its utmost to tempt him anyway. That sensitive shaft was hard as steel and pointing skyward as Jordan inspected himself. Eyes scanning over every inch of form and taking in what would be the final result.
He allowed his hands to wander across the vastness of his hulking form. Even though he’d stared in awe at it countless times over the month as he changed and grew, a small part of him still couldn’t believe it was real. But it was undeniable. Every touch confirmed it. Every flex. Every twitch. Even the way his burly pecs rose and fell with every breath he took. He couldn’t help doing a spin to check himself out from every available angle. Marvelling at the wide expanse of his back before allowing his hands to cup the muscular globes he now called an ass.
11:59pm. Jordan held his cock gingerly. He didn’t stroke it. Not yet. He couldn’t risk it. Only holding it as his head and heart began to thump with adrenaline. His eyes glanced at the clock every other second as ticking became almost agonising to listen to.
Midnight came and with it a tidal wave crashed over Jordan. He tensed up hard for a moment. Every muscle went rigid. And then… release. A pulse of relief coursed through his every nerve and vein and immediately he knew something was different. As if a key had turned inside his body and finally locked everything into place. And with it weight he hadn’t even realised was there lifted from his enormous shoulders as the curse lifted itself at last. Jordan was free.
What followed was a primal frenzy. Unfiltered animalistic lust burned through Jordan’s eyes. His hand was like a vice around his fat cock, gripping it for dear life. And just like that he couldn’t stop himself. A whole month of pent up sexual frustration erupted all at once as Jordan began pumping his cock like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He tried his best to stifle his moans but it was an impossible task. No matter how hard he bit his lip, he couldn’t stop himself from grunting and growling like a beast as he jerked himself off.
Finally he was able to answer one of the few remaining questions he’d had. What did it feel like for men to masturbate? It was a question that’d haunted him every single day since his penis had appeared. And now he knew. In so many ways it was similar but the experience itself was completely different. He was so intimately aware of the vast sensitive nerves that lined his shaft. Every change in speed or motion as he pumped caused the feeling of euphoria to surge even higher. The best way he could describe it was that his dick was a lightning rod for pleasure.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck!!….” Jordan didn’t think he could stop himself now if he tried. His body and hormones had completely taken over. All he could think about was his cock and balls as well as with how badly he wanted to shoot a load. Like he needed to orgasm more than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered. All he needed was that sweet release.
It wasn’t until a few toe curling minutes later did that release finally arrive. He’d felt it building with every moment and finally he was reaching some kind of peak. His male instincts told Jordan this was it. He was hyper aware of everything. He felt his balls begin to tighten up as they began pumping sperm that would mix with other fluids in his body to create semen. His eyes widened as he felt it flowing into his shaft and moving it way up. And finally Jordan mouth hung agape as the tip of his cock began shooting rope after rope of thick virile cum.
He couldn’t control it. All he could do was stumble around like a big dumb horny oaf as his cock acted like an out of control hose pipe, splattering anything he looked at with cum. All the while he felt a powerful sense of relaxation begin to wash over every muscle in his body. The kind that made him shiver with delight. And it continued to linger for as long as his dick was still erupting.
When it was all over there was cum everywhere. Jordan had fallen back onto his bed with exhaustion, grinning ear to ear at having experienced his first male orgasm. If he had to compare then he’d describe a female orgasm as a powerful tsunami while a male orgasm was like a massive strike of lightning. He had to admit it was a little freaky how his lust had taken over in the way that it had. All he could think about was cock and cum for a moment there. He supposed it was true that men really did have dick for brains. At least sometimes.
After a moment of rest. Jordan was able to clean himself up before collapsing again. Falling asleep practically the second his head hit the pillow. And he had the biggest smile as he drifted off into a dream.
December 17th - Wednesday
Jordan had managed to build a decent routine. His father had helped him put it all together. Already the gym was starting to feel like a second home and meal prep had become a standard in the last couple weeks. Robert had been diligent in researching everything they'd need to know in order to not only keep Jordan huge but hopefully keep him growing the natural way.
“I couldn’t be more proud to call you my son Jordan.” Robert would say after taking progress pics of his son for the first time. Laying it on a little thick perhaps about how happy he was in hindsight that his former daughter had become the man he’d always wished he could’ve raised.
Jordan didn’t mind. Not anymore. Instead he embraced it just like he’d embraced everything else. It might’ve taken him becoming a whole different person but he was just glad that he finally had a father who wanted to be active and present in his life. Who wanted to support him. Who was proud beyond all else to be his parent. It was all Jordan ever wanted.
And he didn’t even have to pretend because he loved bodybuilding too! He loved pumping iron in the gym! He loved feeling just how much weight his body could lift. He adored how the eyes of other gym goers seemed to linger on him and his physique. It was rewarding beyond anything else he’d ever experienced. And the more his dad talked about going pro and getting on stage, the more the idea of it excited him. But he was a long way away from that yet. Years probably. But it was a dream he hoped to accomplish someday.
Later he found himself standing in the changing rooms of his local gym. He’d just finished a grueling but rewarding chest day and his pecs looked incredible.
He took a moment to appreciate himself as always in the mirror. He was still getting used to the short hair though. It both looked and felt weird but after all the changes he’d gone through recently, it was hardly something to cry about. He didn’t want to admit it since he’d made a fuss about getting it cut but he was actually starting to like it a little. No more having to tie it back to stop it from blowing in his face. No more long winded hair care routines. No more constant brushing. Buzzing it off had made him realise just how much time he’d been wasting. Not to mention he looked manlier than ever which was always a plus.
Jordan took a deep breath as he thought back to what his life had once been. As a woman he’d had so many unfulfilled wants and desires. So much curiosity and confusion filled his mind back then. Compare that to now and it was like night and day. He couldn't have been more satisfied with his life, his body, his relationship with his father. Sure he was probably getting ahead of himself a little. It’d only been two and half weeks after all. But if the rest of life was anywhere near as good as things were now then he couldn’t fucking wait for what was to come.
He sent a photo of himself to one of his online friends. The ones that he used to talk to about his kinks for gender swapping. Well of course he’d shared his little transformation with the group and as it turned out one of the other women, Miranda, had also completed the No Nut November challenge. His name was Marco now and he was such a stud. All the other women in the group gushed over them constantly. Some were clearly a little envious but most of them were curious.
Since then Jordan and Marco had been messaging in private. Discussing their new male bodies with each other, thankful to speak to someone who understood fully what the other was feeling. And now they were planning on arranging a meet up. Jordan was the one who suggested it. He made it sound innocent and sweet but in reality he was just hungry to get a piece of Marco’s juicy ass. And who knows, maybe the two of them could be a good match romantically as well? Only time will tell.
For now though, all Jordan could do was thank whatever god, witch, wizard or spirit that’d cursed the No Nut November challenge for giving him the life he always needed.
