TGCT: Hacker Got Turned Into A Little Girl

The former hacker hugged her pink bear, trying to squeeze the pain away. Ironic, the one thing now that brought her comfort was also a symptom of her punishment. Just a few weeks prior she was a he, and spent his free time as an amature hacker. Vandalizing whatever websites would fall to his clumsy, but effective efforts. Real douche bag pranks, from a real douche of person.  Aimlessly being a dick to people just for some shits and giggles, only natural one of these stunts would cost him his.  He had hacked into a group that featured art and stories of boys turning into girls. Having dealt with similar problems in the past, the group’s admins were prepared. An unknown firewall weaponized his computer, soaking him in radiation that kicked off the slow process of Turning Into A Girl. At first he thought it was funny. “Don’t those people want to become a girl?  Why would they use this as punishment?” But he didn’t understand just what being a girl would mean.

***

As the days ticked by, his body hair sloughed off and his build became petite. He quarantined himself in his small apartment, struggling to find a cure. “If technology did this, technology can fix it.”  He reasoned. “I’ll be able to find or make a cure easy-peasy.” Time moved on, but he made no progress, and the changes only grew worse.  He ran a feminine hand through his hair, as it yet again got in his eyes. “Okay, this is irritating.” he cursed. “If I could just get some good information I could make some headway. But 98% of everything on transformation viruses has been pure fiction!”  His hand whipped through his hair again.  “Okay that’s it!” He stormed into the bathroom and pinned his hair back. Pausing a moment; he stared at his reflection, and saw the whispers of a cute little girl, flicker across his being. With a heavy sigh he went back to his research. “Wait when did I buy hair clips? Doesn’t matter. Getting this done is the most important thing right now.”

***

More days rolled past. Still no luck. He now owned the tender body of a young woman. A soft cute face, small but defined breasts. Hardly any features of his former self remained, save for the nether region, and even that was fleeting fast.  All the new sensations impaired his ability to focus on his tedious work. “Things are not looking good.”  he muttered with high pitched voice he had never heard before.  “As small as they are… and as much as I hate to admit it… I need a bra.”  Without thinking about what he was doing, he rummaged around in the back of his closet until he found one. “This day is too hot for pants, better grab a mini skirt too.”  He put the garments he shouldn’t have on, with skills he didn’t know he had.  “Weird, I thought putting on this bra would have been more difficult… WAIT, Why Do I Have a Bra?!?” He exclaimed. “Well I am girl… girls wear bras... “ he whispered.  “Ugh my head.” he clutched his temples “Better work fast.”  He sat in his desk chair,  legs crossed comfortably under his mini skirt, and worked in vain long into the night…

***
He looked across his room, baking in the morning sun, with disgust. “I never noticed how ugly all the clutter and rock posters are. I can’t work on a cure until I remedy this aesthetic tragedy.” He hopped on his computer to order some new decorations, but discovered things were even worse than he feared. His computer background was cycling through pictures of guns! “This has to be solved before I can do anything else!” All throughout the day he worked hard and diligently; on redecorating. Leaving his room in the same state of girlification as himself when he was done.

***

She woke up like any other day, stretched, showered, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and got dressed.  She looked across her big apartment, filled with memorabilia of the different fandoms she was apart of. Despite the lovely decorating the place was empty. She was pretty young to be living by herself, it was very lonely at times. She hugged her pink bear until she felt better. She opened up her laptop to find a curious message she left herself about finding a cure…
“That right!” She exclaimed, her head aching as it all came flooding back. “This isn’t me! I was a hacker… and did… this isn’t me! A stranger in my body, a stranger in my apartment. This isn’t right! I have to escape!” She grabbed her wallet and keys, and bolted out the door…

***

He cursed loudly when he saw how much time he had wasted. In his search for a cure he came across hundreds of stories and drawings of boys turning into girls. And surprisingly enough some of them were really entertaining. He’d be coding a cure one moment, then the next he’d find himself paragraphs deeps into a story about witches cursing men.  “Just one more story, and a few more sequences, then I’ll start working again.”  He lied to himself, and happily spent the rest of the day enjoying all the transgender content the internet had to offer… again.

***

He couldn’t focus on his work at all today. The aching in his underpants made it clear: today was the day of the final change. Recently, his body had continued to shrink and become slender. His boobs had long since stopped growing, and had actually gotten a little smaller. There was an energetic bound in his step he hadn’t had in years. Just one more change, and she would be complete…

***

The city was cloaked under dark clouds, threatening to rain at any minute.  The wind ripped through her, and she lamented her choice to wear a miniskirt.  “It was just so cute…” she muttered “Ah! I used to be a boy! Why would I torture myself with this? It’s so embarrassing. I was a boy right? IDK, I feel pretty girly now.”  Even though she had lived in this concrete city for years it all felt new and alien again. “Is this the same place I always lived? The same reality? Am I the same person I always was? Who am I? I like music, and romance novels and stuff right? Or did I do something with computers… it’s all so fuzzy.” She aimlessly wandered across the city, lost in her thoughts, lost in the streets. She wasn't fazed when the first drops of rain fell…

***

“Okay this is so weird.” She threw up her arms in frustration. “I keep trying to log on to my favorite group for Turn Into A Girl content, but it says my account is blocked. I love this group, what could I have ever done to get blocked?” Undeterred, she tried to log in again.

***

He sat slumped in his chair as the weight of it all sank it. His chest and legs had already lost all their hair, and his arms were looking thinner.  “I’m going to turn into a girl…” he told himself. “It can’t be that bad, I mean half the people on the planet are girls. I… I’ll be fine, no big deal, I’m fine.” He paused a moment and took a deep breath. “I’m scared.” Silence slowly crept into his room again. “Welp, If this is really happening, I’m going to need new clothes.” He quickly ordered a new wardrobe online, intuitively knowing what size and styles to buy. “I-What the hell am I doing!?!” He slapped himself in the face. “I’m not going to turn into a girl, because I’m going to fix this! My computer started this, and I’ll use it end it!” And So he began researching his illness.

***

The aching in his pants grew exponentially, the moment had finally arrived. He let out a cry, then a moan, as the painfully enjoyable change occurred. Her hand trembled as she lead it under her skirt, and traced the outline of her painties. She paused, the anxiety bubbling up inside. She breached the second layer of fabric, and she knew. She was a Girl.

***

The rain fell in a light drizzle.  A few drops here or there, just a soft mist.  She stumbled across the cement ground, and ducked into an alleyway.  “I’m so lost… somebody help me…  Just who am I?  Am I a boy?  Trapped in a nightmare of girl’s body?  Or am I a girl, haunted by imaginary demons?  Is this real?  Am I dreaming?  If I can’t tell the difference does it even matter? Who am I?”  She clutched the sides of her head as the pain clattered on in her fragmented mind. “I don’t know, If… If I have no way of knowing does that even matter? Boy? Girl? What does it mean anymore? I’m just nothing, I’m nobody.”  She sobbed as teared began to well up in base of her eyes. “What is the point of all this?  Somebody help me.”  But there was no one, she was alone with the rain.  “The only known I have is this is a girl’s body, real or fake, it does not make a difference. I’m not nothing, because I’m a girl, and that’s all I am.”  She stood in the soft rain, alone. She didn’t cry, she didn’t moan.  She accepted what was, and let all the doubt and fear drip away.

***

“Oh of course!” She exclaimed, “I’m using my old account, I need my new one.”  She typed in the new user name and sure enough, she was greeted by the familiar cute profile page. “Alright! Lets read some TAIG stories. It’s weird that I like these so much, they’re so unrealistic. All these former boys need to just chill out. I’m as happy as I could be with my gender.

***

She dashed back into her apartment building right when it really started to pour, escaping the storm. She entered her apartment, filled with the things she loved. The world can vast and terrifying, far too easy to become lost in the murk.  But here she felt the peace of mind, of being at home.