The Beach

Brian awoke with a shudder. He looked around. The beach! He was on the beach. The Coast Guard ship patrolling the coast told him it was the beach, the cursed beach, the one beach no man should visit. He got up and started to run. 

It was Amanda Regal who had led him the beach and the singularity. While studying the animal life in this area, she had found that for some strange reason all birds nesting, all crabs, all turtles and most of the life found along a mile long stretch of coast line was female.

She had suspected toxins at first, but had been unable to find any. It wasn't until her assistant, Greg Adams, came stumbling back to camp, looking very much as a woman, she had called the Physics Department.

Brian had found a small amount of Hawking radiation in the area, and tracked down a small singularity one klick above the beach. No one had ever heard of anything like it. Something made that singularity turn anything male into female.

Brian was already preparing the papers: The masculine/feminine polarity was not only cultural. Heck, it was not purely biological, either. No, the polarity was cosmic, and probably found on a quantum level.

Amanda had wanted co-authorship. This would make her career!  But he was not going to co-publish with a female biologist, dammit. He was a man. He was into the proper, hard sciences.

He knew he had 15 minutes or so before the quantum reversal wave made his body reach the tipping point. If he only could make it to the other end! He ran as he had never run before. Long strides. Desperate strides.
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Somehow Amanda had managed to drug him and drive him out to the beach. The singularity did not affect women, and she had the right clearance.

She believed the singularity was probably a gate to another universe,  a universe operating by other laws, a universe where there was no polarity. And someone, or something, on the other side tried to "fix" everything on the beach to its proper order. That something was now trying to fix Brian.

He could feel his legs changing, shrinking. His whole body was shrinking. His brain protested. Running is a subconscious process, and his brain wasn't used to a body changing at this speed. 

He stumbled, but got up again. His centre of gravity shifted. He got more heavy up front. He desperately tried to correct by waving his arms. Then he felt his pelvis expanding, moving the angle of his legs, making him fall again. 

This time he didn't manage to get up again. He looked in shock down at a chest that kept expanding. His big tits blocked the view of his crotch. That was just as well, for in that moment his pussy unfolded its petals and greeted the sun.

He started screaming. At the other end of the beach Amanda put down her binoculars and smiled.

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