Bad Girl

Another close poll, but the "Good Guy to Bad Girl" option won!

This one was a lot of fun to write... 😉

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When Jeff’s body started to change, he knew who was responsible. Despite her protests to the contrary, his mother never forgave him for being born male. She was a radical feminist who believed even one more male in the world was too many. Growing up, Jeff tried to be the good boy who never disappointed his mother. He did well in school, never talked back, strove to treat girls with respect. This made him pretty unpopular—nobody likes a momma’s boy—but it was never enough.

“You’re so amazing, Jeff,” his mom would say. “It’s such a shame you’re a boy. Underneath your sweetness, I know there is a brute lurking. But thank you for trying to keep him contained.” 

By his senior year of high school, Jeff realized he was changing. He’d never been a bulky young man, but suddenly, it was as if his meagre gains in masculinity were reversing! He became even more slight as his muscles melted away and were replaced by a thin layer of fat, he stopped getting hard, and he even grew small breasts! Alarmed, Jeff asked his mom to take him to the doctor, but she only smiled.

“There’s no need, sweetie. I’m doing this for you. See, I called up Uncle Mark—you know he works in that pharmaceutical warehouse—and paid him to send me some pills. Female hormones, and some other things to keep that nasty testosterone under control.”

“But why, mom? I tried to be the best boy I could be!”

“And you are! So I’m making you into a girl as a reward.”

Jeff was beyond angry. He’d been looking forward to breaking free of his mother’s controlling ways in college. No, he never planned on becoming the “brute” she worried about, but he’d at least like to have sex! Now all that was gone.

As the summer wore on and Jeff’s body continued to transform, he decided he had to take back control. His mother held his future in her hands—she had the money for college, and she’d declared he’d go as her daughter, not her son—but now that he was eighteen, he at least had some control over his body!

Jeff started hanging out with the “wrong” crowd, got tattooed, and even started sneaking into clubs with a fake ID (easy when you look like a hot girl), and generally being a hell-raiser. He even got arrested (once, and it scared him to death, but still!). His mother was taken aback. One morning, as he was still nursing a hangover from a night of clubbing, his mother burst into his room in tears.

“What’s gotten into you?” she cried. “Where’s the sweet boy I raised?”

“Gone!” Jeff snarled. “Thanks to you. You were afraid of the ‘brute’ inside me? Let’s see how you like the bad girl!”