Leslie pouted as he collapsed to the floor, circling a finger in the carpet as he scowled at the ground. He continued the effort, picking up pace until the rug burned against his finger, wincing as it scraped against his flesh. He pressed it into his mouth, sucking down on it and blushing a sudden heat lit up a groan, making him spit it out with a gasp.
"What's wrong, hun?" asked his father, bending down as Leslie resumed his glare. The father backed up beneath it, wiping brown hair from his eyes and blinking in surprise at the ferocious onslaught.
"I look like a bloody five year old!" pouted the boy, his childish expression making comedy of his anger. "I'm eighteen! I'm graduating high school! I shouldn't like
like some elementary school reject with a penis too tiny to see!"
"Is that what's bugging you?" sighed his father, shaking his head a little. "You're perfectly normal for a boy of your age and gender
as I keep telling you
Leslie snorted, glaring up. "Like I'm supposed to actually believe that there's a third gender?" he snorted. "Grow up, dad
I figured out a long time ago I've got some sorta disease and you're just covering. Probably deadly, too," he sighed, getting up. His shuffled dejectedly, the rug burning against the soles of his feet as he opened his room, and stepped inside.
"If you'd just let me explain," began his father, cut off by the slamming door as Leslie collapsed on his bed inside.
He sighed as he collapsed on the bed, his legs reaching up and collapsing back down as he groaned. He could feel his feet burning from the carpet, the flesh seeming to crawl as a sudden pressure pushed inward. He gasped as it pushed up to his legs, feeling his legs elongate as he stared at them with terror, his legs growing wider as his thighs thickened.
His arms collapsed beneath him as he felt the sensation envelop them, his limbs ceasing to move as he watched them grow outward, the skin pulling taught against its new slender form. His hands grew bigger, though not by much, the finger nails shooting outward as his back arched, his shirt boiling outward as his breasts pressed against them.
He could feel the air on his stomach as it lengthened, evening the disproportions of his breasts as the clothes tightened around his body, the pants driving further in as his hips cracked out and his waist slid in. He felt his manhood giving way, sliding inside his body as he gasped, the heat washing through her as her hair grew to the floor.
She reached to her face, feeling the feminine shape with a blush as she passed a hand down a most decidedly feminine body, ceasing only when she reached the crevice between her legs. She blushed furiously as she pressed her way up, the drab room suddenly terribly embarrassing as she yanked open the door.
She was going to have to have a long talk with her father about this third gender; and then maybe go shopping for some clothes