No Nut November, Part 1 (Man to Woman TG)

Enjoy another Lumin's Syndrome tale, with a fun November twist!

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for Babjie

Wade has a problem: he has been diagnosed with the gender changing Lumin’s Syndrome. Fortunately for him, a new treatment is available: an experimental drug that prevents the changes. The catch? He just needs to avoid ejaculating for a whole month while the drugs flush the genetic condition away. A good thing it’s just in time for No Nut November then, but will he be able to make it?

No Nut November, Part 1

Wade was about ready to cry. He never cried; family upbringing ensured that, and with his big athletic frame and alpha male appearance, it wasn’t the kind of look he wanted to give. And yet still he could feel the bit of tears forming in his eyes. Why him, goddamn it? Why did he, of all people, have to be diagnosed with Lumin’s Syndrome?

“We’re lucky we caught it so early,” Dr Mason continued, showing a series of blood work results that were incomprehensible to the young tradesman. He worked concrete and wood, not medical mumbo jumbo.

“It’s still gonna turn me into a damn bimbo,” Wade said, holding back the tears. “Everything I’ve worked for. My girlfriend Serra. My job. Getting fit at the gym . . . and I’m gonna turn into some kind of goddamn slut.”

The doctor winced a little at the language, but quickly offered hope. “Not necessarily,” he cautioned. “There is a new experimental drug, and I might be able to get you onto the program. There’s already been some success with it: it not only holds the condition at bay but can effectively flush it out over the course of a whole month.”

Wade suddenly looked up, no longer burying his face in his hands. He fixed up his brown hair and rubbed his eyes. “Then let’s get me on it, doc!”

“There’s just one condition,” Dr Mason said. “And as a virile young man, I don’t think you’re going to like it . . .”

***

“We’re seriously not allowed to have any sex for a month!?”

Wade was beside his girlfriend Serra on the couch in their apartment, holding her hand. She was a gorgeous thing, slim with dark hair and a vamp-like look that exuded raw sexuality when she wanted it to. She was also by far his biggest expense: Serra loved pretty dresses for her figure, and shoes, and date nights, and as the man of the house he was expected to pay for it all. Sometimes it made him feel used, but the sex was so damn good.

“None,” he replied, wincing. “If I orgasm in any way, the Lumin’s changes will start even if I’m on my pills.”

“You’ll just turn into a friggin’ woman?”

“No, I think the doc said it’d be piecemeal; bit by bit.”

“So we could have a little sex,” she teased, roaming her hand over his crotch and making him hard almost instantly. “You don’t have to do the usual stuff, right?”

Wade practically jumped off of the couch. “No! I’m sorry, Serra, but I can’t do anything.”

“Not even a cheeky little handjob? Or a blowjob?”

Wade had to swallow. Serra was grinning from ear to ear. “This is serious. You can’t tease me like this. Look, I was diagnosed at the end of October and we’re only on the third now. Just think of this as, you know, No Nut November.”

“Ugh, that’s for weird incels and virgins.”

“Doesn’t matter. Please, I don’t want you to go, you know I love you, babe.”

She smiled. “And I love you too. But it’s going to be soooooo hard to go a whole month without fucking that huge cock of yours, and feeling these amazing muscles while you bang me against the wall. Remember that?”

God, he was hard. It was infuriating. “I do,” he replied. “Very fondly.”

“Mhmm, but you’ll have to do some things for me, then, if you aren’t going to be able to attend to my needs.”

“Yeah?”

She strode over and opened her laptop, already bringing up four different shopping sites. 

“So this makeup is really expensive but will look so good with this other new moisturiser I need you to get me, and that would go great with this hot crop top that I just know you’ll love . . .”

To his shame, Wade let her purchase everything using his card details. Two hundred dollars of work money down the toilet, and he was already paying the bills. Technically, Serra wasn’t even on the apartment register! Frustrated at his inability to get his end of the bargain, he retreated to their bedroom while Serra put up one of her girly shows on the television. His hard on was so damn erect, he could have sworn he was more turned on than ever. Without even much thought, he lay back in bed and thought of what it had been like to bang his girlfriend against the wall. Before he even knew it he was tugging away at his dick, stroking it until the sensations were utterly unbearable.

“Ughhh - oh sh-shit!”

He came, far quicker than expected, his seed shooting over the covers. Wade curled his toes, instantly feeling a flood of changes sweep over him. He panted as his muscles deflated, just a little, and he could actually feel his arm and leg and chest-hairs retract, pulling back into his body even as his eyebrows became a little more feminine, his jawline a touch softer, his nipples a little more prominent and sensitive. Even the hair on his head grew a little longer, and his pores shrank, leaving his skin so much better looking. He had to scramble to see these changes in the mirror, but as soon as he did, he almost panicked. They weren’t massive changes, but they were noticeable. The guys on the worksite would mock him for being a metrosexual or something now. He quickly worked to clean up his mess and try to disguise his changes.

“Oh my God, did you seriously change already? You couldn’t last five minutes?”

Wade swallowed. He turned to face Serra, who was looking at him with something like disgust.

“I was just . . . you were being all sexy before!”

She scoffed. “Doesn’t mean I want you to turn into a woman!”

“But - you were the one that -”

“You need to show some backbone, Wade, seriously. I’ll never be able to be your sexy trophy girlfriend if you don’t start being a man when it counts. Don’t forget you want that supervisor spot or whatever.”

She left the room, leaving Wade incredibly deflated. 

“It was just one mistake,” he muttered to himself, catching his slightly feminised reaction in the mirror. “Just a . . . a freebie! Yeah, a freebie, that’s all. From now on, it’s No Nut November all the way.”

***

His work buddies did rib him quite a lot, and other friends regarded Wade curiously for his obvious changes. Occasionally Serra made a teasing comment, vacillating between telling him he actually looked cute and warning him that she wanted a ‘real man’ to support her lifestyle. Indeed, she was somehow milking him even more now that they weren’t having sex, because over the next week and a half of No Nut agony, she continued to show herself off in pretty new dresses, enjoying walking around in lingerie in the apartment, what with the summer heat, and generally making him purchase all kinds of lovely experiences for her including several spa days.

“Dude, I don’t know what’s going on with you,” his workmate Charlie said to him during their lunch break at the construction site. “But I keep telling you, she’s way too far on the crazy part of the crazy-hot scale.”

“No, she really loves me,” Wade insisted. “She just likes to have things, you know.”

“She seems toxic to me. Seriously, she knifed one of your tires back when she thought you were leaving her!”

“We made up!” Wade insisted, trying to keep his voice low. Since that first change, it was naturally a bit higher. “Besides, the sex is . . . great.”

“Yeah, I bet. Just don’t put it all on sex, man.”

“Trust me, I can’t.”

He really couldn’t. The urge to have sex with his girlfriend was growing and growing. He had a strong libido already, but since getting diagnosed with Lumin’s Syndrome it was like it had skyrocketed. The damn prescription pills he was taking to flush it out of his system were doing nothing either, at least in keeping his arousal in check. He found himself getting an erection at the oddest of times, even when he was at work! Serra often chuckled when she saw it.

“Awwww, I really miss that big thing. Seriously, if this takes longer than a month to sort out then I might just have to consider that you aren’t taking this relationship seriously.”

Wade couldn’t help it. He needed to appease her. “I do! I do take it seriously! Serra, you’ve no idea how much I want to fuck your brains out. I love the sounds you make.”

At this, moved to him, shoving her slim but gorgeous bust into his face as she pulled his head down. 

“Then fucking do it, coward.”

“I - I can’t.”

“Not with your dick. Use your mouth, moron. Your tongue.”

It was a lightbulb moment for Wade. Perhaps this was a way to enjoy sex without actually ejaculating? This was his thought.

It was also incredibly wrong.

Things started well. Serra moaned and whined and whimpered in that sweet, sensual voice as he went down her. Her legs shuddered, placed over his shoulders as he went to town on her pussy, licking her throbbing clit and bringing her closer and closer to the point of ecstasy. The only problem was that it was hot as hell. Again, there was no thought to it, save for Wade hoping that he could simply stroke his member during the act but not go to the point of cumming. He began to masturbate, holding one of Serra’s legs with the other hand as she cried out.

“Yes! Yessss, cum in m-me! I want to f-feel you cumming in meee!”

It was almost a taunt, and made him briefly wonder if she knew what she was doing. But then her legs locked around his head, her orgasm hitting her, signalled by a delirious cry. Unfortunately, it also sent Wade rapidly over the edge as well. He gasped as his balls pulsed, and then a long stream of semen erupted from his penis, the orgasm sweeping through him. 

“Ahhhhhhhh,” he groaned. “Yesssss, ohhhhh!!”

The changes began, and he couldn’t even regret them in the moment thanks to the pleasure. His hair grew yet longer, overtaking its previous boundary line even after being cut, elongating all the way down to nearly his chin. His noise shrank, becoming more button-cute, while his cheekbones shifted, ending with a more prominent appearance. His nipples, already too sensitive, swelled yet further, gaining wider areolas and then rising from his chest as flesh and tissue poured in behind them. He gasped, still pressed against his girlfriend’s womanhood, as two small but present breasts developed. But there were other changes too: his cock retreated slightly, shrinking in his hand, and his hips audibly creaked as their bones reshaped, widening further. More muscles deflated, turning to fat that was then sent to his rear and hips and chest. The poor man shook and trembled, trying to pull away from Serra but unable to until she finally released him.

“Mhmmm, that was good,” she said, slowly rising. “I guess you really are still a man, Wa-what the fuck!?”

Wade pulled back, trying to shield his new breasts pathetically. His hair hung around his eyeline, obscuring his vision. It looked lighter now, almost blond. 

“I - I couldn’t help myself! It was the fucking Lumin’s! I told you we couldn’t get intimate, Serra!”

But already his girlfriend was rising, utterly furious. “This was meant to be about me. Me! Not you! And now you actually look like you’re half a woman. I’m not into that, Wade! You need to be more careful!”

“But I was! You were the one that-”

“Don’t gaslight me!” she screamed. “You need to do something to make this up to me. And then keep it in your pants! God, we’re going to have to get you new clothes.”

“If there’s any money left,” Wade muttered.

“What was that?”

Normally Wade would have apologised, or dismissed what he’d said. Now, something in him snapped.

“If there’s any money left, I said.”

“I can’t believe you just said that. Especially after all I do for you!”

“What do you do for me, huh? Look pretty and have sex and be a trophy girlfriend? That doesn’t help me right now!”

Serra scoffed. She began putting on her clothes. “In that case, I might go away for a few days. See how you go without me then.”

“No, Serra, I didn’t mean it like that!”

But she’d already made her decision. “Good luck with the new look. Contact me when you want me back. I expect you to roll out the red carpet.”

Not long after she’d gathered some things - with his help, of course - she was out of there, leaving Wade feeling pathetic and alone. The tears came in full this time, and were impossible to keep back. He’d never felt so emotional before, not since he was a kid, but the crying was oddly cathartic. 

It was then that he noticed something about Serra’s wardrobe. She had emptied it of numerous dresses, mostly ones he had purchased for her after she’d demanded them, but now a few remained. Something in his mind must have changed along with his body, because a single thought rose up into his brain that was impossible to avoid.

“That purple dress looks kinda cute,” Wade remarked.

He wondered if he could pull it off.

***

It was difficult to maintain No Nut November. The Lumin’s Syndrome had left Wade so completely horny, and his breasts - A-cups though they were - had a sensitivity that made it difficult not to play with them. Even watching television and seeing a cute babe was enough to make his shrunken penis go hard, and sometimes he would wake up with his hand on his dick, stroking it softly in response to a sexy dream.

And that was the other thing; the notion of what was sexy had begun to change for poor Wade. He continued to take his pills to ward off the Lumin’s, but increasingly he was noticing the muscles on his coworker’s arms, especially Charlie’s, who was just a few years older than him and, unlike the other guys on site, generally took care of his appearance. His dreams manifested even more vivid imagery; there were a few in which Wade was a woman, and Charlie or some other workman was fucking his/her brains out, making him/her wail in ecstasy. It was enough to make him fearful in the morning, but also to experiment a little. It was just something to pass the time, at least that’s what he taught himself, but Wade began to wear some of Serra’s clothing. He’d shrunk in height a bit and could fit into most of her things, but the true pleasure came from learning how to do makeup from online tutorials, and then examining himself in the mirror when the effect was complete.

“God, I could be real pretty if I kept changing,” he remarked once, adjusting ‘his’ purple dress and turning around. “And I could have such a cute butt!”

But then he would grit his teeth.

“But I won’t. Jesus, what am I doing? It’s just a thought experiment, or whatever. Jesus, I need to scrub this stuff off.”

It didn’t stop him from accidentally wearing some makeup to the worksite one morning. Already a few of the guys were making remarks, and Mick even fucking catcalled him when he left work, having changed into a shirt and pants. There were whispers and rumours and questions, and the only response Wade could give was that he was “going through some stuff,” which was the understatement of the century. He would get back to the apartment and find himself lonely, missing Serra yet oddly afraid she would turn up on his front door again. He’d even started watching some of her girly shows and getting invested, and - this was the worst part - ordered a really cute golden dress one of the main female stars wore when out on the town to meet a new love interest. He wore the purple dress of Serra’s most often while waiting for that to arrive, finding it so damn comfortable and . . . right.

“Stupid Lumin’s, stupid dress, stupid female feelings.”

And always, always, damn always was that desire to ejaculate. To masturbate. To cum and orgasm and change. Sometimes it didn’t even seem like a bad thing: he’d researched other women who had once been men and how Lumin’s had treated them. Some were dumb bimbos, others hot scientists, some regular joes who just became sexy ladies and kept on trucking, and one who basically started a cult. But they all seemed pretty happy, at least most of them did. It was hard not to want that happiness; when was the last time he was truly happy? Had Serra made him happy outside of the sex?

The question came to a head when she returned, finally. By then it was the 20th of November, two-thirds through the month. Masturbation was a constant temptation, a constant worry. He’d nearly cum several times, and even being near orgasm had spurred on tiny changes; his breasts were now B-cups, albeit on the smaller end of that scale, and his face looked even cute when done up right. His hair had a sheen to it, now a honey-blonde colour. He’d also been feeling more emotional lately, and wanting to be a bit more stylish in appearance.

It was after one of these stylings that Serra arrived. Wade was taken completely by surprise by that point, because he was in the purple dress again and watching another girly soap opera, having just done his makeup and his nails in private. Now, he realised far too late that Serra still had a key to the apartment. The door opened, and the changing man was a deer in headlights.

“Hey sexy,” Serra said, stepping into the living room. “I want you to know I’ve forgiven you, and I’m totally ready to take you back and make this w-”

She froze, looking at ‘him’, dressed up like a woman and certainly appearing like one.

“Babe, is that my fucking dress!?”

Wade didn’t know what to say.

To Be Continued . . .