While he was bullied in high school, Kevin remained dedicated to his school work. He was convinced that when he was accepted into a good college, he’d escape from the jocks, get a girlfriend, and finally be around people who respected him for his immense talent. During his first day at the university, he found his dreams had been trampled upon. His room mate was another meat head jock who got in on a football scholarship. The girls wouldn’t talk to him. No one gave a crap about the poor nerd. It was exactly like High School.
He had been antisocial before, but Kevin sank into even deeper solitude. He wouldn’t even socialize with the few friends he had on campus. His sole interests became studying, performing science experiments, and he became obsessed with something else that had only been a minor form of escapism for him in high school: The realm of Transgender fiction. Science fiction, to be specific.
Indeed, Kevin was planning to make fiction into reality. His damaged rep as a nerd was clearly irreversible, he deduced based on his college experience. He needed a fresh start. A new face. A new identity. Most importantly, he needed the touch of a woman, and he figured if he were his own woman, he’d be his own ideal woman.
It took many months of research, experimentation, and neglected school work, but Keven managed a true scientific miracle. He designed his perfect female body, and compounded the DNA into a perfect solution that would rapidly rewrite his genetic code into its new form. Without delay, Kevin took his creation, and held it, ready to pour down his throat. He said his final good-byes to his body, and-
“What’cha’ got there, Pepperoni face? You been brewing your own beer in here?” Kevin’s roommate, James, was apparently still awake, and was very interested in the experiment. “You’re cooler than I thought you were, kid. Gimme’ some!” Before Kevin could utter a word of resistance, James snatched the vial out from his room mate’s hands, and chugged it in one go, and then proceeded to smash the vial on the ground. “Tastes like dirt, dude. Why don’t you come with me to the party tomorrow? I’ll show you what it’s suppos-”
The horror on Kevin’s face clued the football player in to the changes that were taking place. It did not hurt at all, even though his body was rapidly reconstructing itself. His hair was changing to a dark brown, and growing, growing, growing. His whole head shrunk and reshaped while his eyes changed into an abnormal red. Mass from his arms, his legs and all of his muscles receded, and shifted towards his center, forming the breasts. Finally, still without pain, a warm wave swept over James from head to toe, as his insides were changed and the new DNA was finalized within his body. By some unknown process, James clothing began to reformat too. That, he had not accounted for.
Kevin felt like bursting out crying. His new life, gone. His second chance, gone. His perfect woman? occupied by the brain of a jock! Everything was ruined! His life was over!
James, who needed to pick a new name, stumbled and shot a look at his room mate. “Tastes like crap, but man! That’s one hell of a kick! Come on, we need to hang out more, man!” and with that, he passed out on the bed, while Kevin sobbed beside him.