A Big Side Effect

Chapter 1: A Terrifying Discovery

I woke feeling the same as I had every morning for months, ecstatic. There is no other way to describe the way I feel when I wake up in the morning. I popped up off of my pillow, slapped off the alarm and was out of bed in a matter of seconds. I wanted nothing more than to get to school, go to class, see my friends, go to cheerleading practice, and just do everything an 18 year girl was supposed to do. I mean, I don't like to brag or anything but I had the perfect life. I was popular (but with real, deeply held friendships) and had a cute boyfriend who liked me a lot.

Further, I was very pretty. I don't mean to say this like I am awesome or anything, I just mean that about a year ago I, Mina Hayes, didn't quite look the way I did that morning. No one would have thought at that time that I would be able to grow to my full size 5'2 95lbs with full, round 32-C breasts. No one would have thought I'd be able to grow my very long dirty blonde hair that or that my green, almond-shaped eyes would have a youthful glow. No one would imagine that my straight, white chompers with slightly rotated eye-teeth would be in a constant smile. Further no one would believe that I would fill out into a slim, long-legged young woman with a vaguely hour-glass shaped body and slim, but healthy tummy. No a year ago, I looked like I was on about to die.

Shortly before I turned 17 I had been diagnosed with a very rare and deadly form of ovarian cancer. At the time the doctors gave me no chance of survival. It was so rare that very little money was invested in curing it and no treatment had ever been proven to be more than minimally effective. I had stopped going to school, I had lost most of my weight and had remained looking like a little girl even while my friends blossomed. I thought I would die like that. Then, a year into my disease, when the doctors were saying I had mere weeks to live, a guardian angel came to me.

Her name was Dr. Marta Morales and she had lost a sister to the same disease when she was very young. She came to me when I was in the hospital and my mother was deciding whether or not to sign a document allowing the doctors to pull the plug on me if I were to slip into a coma. Dr. Marta, as she like me to call her, was an oncologist and she explained to me that she worked in my hospital and had learned about my disease. She said she had connections at the FDA and a small pharmaceutical company in Philadelphia that had accidentally stumbled onto a something that might work as a treatment for my disease. She explained that she might be able to get me into an experimental test for the drug. She didn't know if it would work at all and further they had no idea if it would make me worse or have horrible side effects. But I was dying and my mother quickly signed the consent form. It was a shot in the dark.

There were two other girls in my trial, two twin sisters who were two years older than me who hadn't yet reached the point where they were on death's door. But we all started taking the drugs immediately. At first we noticed nothing, but then again I didn't die. But it in a few weeks, I started to feel better. In two months I was out of the bed and then, 6 months after starting the medicine, I was discharged from the hospital. The cancer was in remission and there was no evidence of it in my body. I stayed on the medicine for a few more weeks and then, all of the sudden I was a teenage girl again. The other two girls in my trial bounced back as well. It was clearly a miracle drug. When I woke up that morning, I had been back at school for months, I was on the JV cheerleading squad and everything seemed perfect.

That brings me back to the morning in question. I had been wearing a tank-top and a pair of my brother's boxer shorts to bed and I looked at myself in the mirror as I headed towards the bathroom to get a shower. My brother was in college and my mother went to work very early so when I got up in the morning I was always home alone. I looked good in the mirror and smiled to myself. I walked into the bathroom, rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I pulled down my boxers and sat down on the toilet and started to pee. Suddenly, my breasts were covered in hot liquid. I shook my head and looked down.

There, between my legs...was a small 3 and a half inch penis looking up at me from between my legs. It was pissing all over my breasts! I stopped peeing immediately and stood up. The penis fell limply between my legs but stayed attached to me! I was in a state of complete shock. What was this this and why was it stuck to me? I reached down to pull it off but I could feel my hand against it and it hurt when I tried to tug it off. I quickly threw on my boxers and rushed into my room. I could feel is slapping against my leg inside of my boxers.

I didn't know why and I still don't really know, but I called Dr. Marta. It wasn't as though I knew then...Well you'll find out. It's just, I had to talk to someone and I really trusted Dr. Marta. She had saved my life. Plus this was obviously something medical and she would sit me down, calm me, and let me know that there was nothing to be worried about and that she could take care of it completely. I had her cellphone number so I knew I would get her. After a couple of rings, she picked up.

"Hey Mina. What's up?" She said casually. We talked a lot and she wouldn't be worried about me calling.

"I..." I started and I could hear the tears in my own voice. This was so confusing.

"What is it? Are you feeling sick again?" she asked, sensing immediately that something was very, very wrong.

"No it isn't the cancer. It's...something else. I can't really explain. I don't know," I said and then I was balling.

"Honey, honey, honey," the doctor said soothingly into the phone. She sounded relieved that it wasn't the cancer but I could tell she was still very concerned.

"I woke up this morning and went into the bathroom to get a shower and I noticed something. I mean, how could I not notice? This is absolutely insane," I said, trying to remain calm. But with each passing second I felt myself breathing heavier and I knew that I was going to start crying again. I was curled up in a ball on my bed, hating the feeling of that thing against the insides of my thighs.

"Listen," Dr. Marta said, suddenly getting stern, "You have to tell me what is up. You know enough about doctors to know how this works. You tell me what is wrong and I make it better. I can't do my job before you do yours." That was enough for me, I got control of myself.

"Well I was on the toilet and I noticed," I said and it got caught in my throat. How could I tell someone. But I picked Dr. Marta, sitting patiently in her office and I knew I could trust her, "I...grew a penis. I know that is impossible. I know you think am either totally gross or totally crazy but that is what happened." I actually felt better having said it. There was silence on the other end. I started to get nervous, "Doctor..."

"I was hoping it wouldn't happen with you," She said, cutting me off. She sounded somber.

"What?"

"Listen honey," she said in an apologetic way, "We started your cancer trial with five hundred girls across the country. It seems that, after taking the medicine for about a year about 95% of the girls have grown penises. We have absolutely no idea what is going on. It doesn't seem to be possible. The gender doesn't really change in the sense that hormones remain the same and the ovaries remain intact but the penis just sort grow out of the clitoris. Worse, when girls stopped taking the medicine the penis did not go away and some of them suffered relapses in their cancer.

"I don't understand," I said.

"Honey, I don't understand either. Listen, I am going to speak with some of the people I know at the drug company right now. I want you to come by my office this afternoon and we will talk about it," she said.

"I..." I started.

"I am at the security desk there now sweetheart. I have to go. I want you to know that I am really sorry about this and I am going to do everything in my power to fix this. I promise I am going to give it everything that I have," she said and then the line went dead. There I was. Sitting on my bed. With a penis.

I felt sort of hazy. I wanted to call my mother and tell her I wasn't feeling well. But I have never been a very good liar. She would know it was something else and she would badger me until I told her the truth and I couldn't imagine that. I wasn't really thinking straight, but I decided that the best course of action would be just to go to school and pretend like everything was normal.

I couldn't imagine going into the shower and cleaning myself. All of myself. I had just showered the last afternoon after cheer practice so I decided I would just get dressed quickly and leave. I put on a white tank top, something tight where you could see my pink bra through it. That way it would keep people's eyes on my chest and away from my...penis. I also found a knee length, pleated pink skirt so that there was no chance of anyone seeing anything that could be taken as a bulge. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt okay. But not really.

Chapter 2: Keeping Things Under Wraps

I got to school about twenty minutes later and I definitely felt strange. It seemed like no matter how I moved I could feel it touching me. Worse, I felt like everyone who looked at me could tell that there was something wrong with me. Of course that was crazy. People came up and said hello to me just like normal and no one stared at me in any way that was out of the ordinary.

When you get to my school, they don't let you just walk over to your first class, especially for people like me who get there like twenty minutes before class. Instead, they let you go to your locker and then you have to go to the cafeteria and sit with your friends while you wait for them to open up the doors to the rest of the school so you can go to class. I walked really, really slowly to my locker. I didn't even know if I would be able to talk to my friends. I just didn't feel like I was me right then.

I put my backpack in the locker and then looked at the clock. There were still ten minutes to go. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Lucy Turner. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most beautiful girl that I had ever met. We were friendly with one another, mostly because we had been on the squad together for years (She was also a senior and like me she was 18). She was so elegant and effortless cool. We were friendly with one another, but in my heart I really wanted us to be close friends.

Like I said, she was gorgeous. She was a little bit taller than me at 5'6 and she was thin at 115lbs. She had this amazing, long, dark red hair with blondish highlights. Her skin was flawlessly white (not a single freckle, which is odd of a natural redhead). She had gorgeous, huge round blue eyes and a severe, sexy face. Her body was slim and she had small, 32-B breasts and a flat stomach. She had a super models build with slightly flared hips and a long legs. In short, she was the prettiest girl in school.

"Hey Mina, what's up? Why aren't you at the table? I never beat you there," she said smiling a thousand watt smile. For a second my mind went completely blank and I could tell my mouth was open. She giggled, "Everything cool?" I felt like such a doofus.

"Oh jeez. Sorry I was just sort of in my own world there," I said, trying too hard to match her giggled, "No. Umm. I was just running a little late today," I explained.

"That's an acceptable excuse," she said, indicating towards the cafeteria, "Shall we walk?"

"Ok," I said. Trying to sound calm.

"So the school year is winding down," she said, her hands crossed in front of her chest, clutching a binder and walking. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a skin tight pair of cloth shorts that accentuated her stunning ass.

"I guess so," I said. I kept trying to think of more things to say, to seem natural but my entire game was off today. I just felt like she knew that there was something wrong with me.

"Well," she said, not noticing my twitchiness, "We are going to need a new captain when I graduate this year. It is a tradition for the old captain to pick a new captain," she explained. I was barely listening.

"Uh-huh," I said.

"There is a lot of pressure on me to pick a junior. Usually we pick rising seniors. But I think it is more important to pick the right person. You know? Like, I am not just going to pick Julie because she is popular. She doesn't even show up everyday," She explained.

"No," I said. We were in the cafeteria now.

"So I want to pick Beth. But I know that no on else is going to support me. I need you to have my back on this. I would really appreciate it. If you can help me with that, I still have to pick an assistant captain for this year, and I have been thinking about you" she explained and suddenly it hit me. What she was saying. I had imagined this happening a thousand times in my mind and now it was happening and I was too worried about my...dick to enjoy it, "Would you like to do it?"

"Umm..." I said, unable to speak. What an unbelievably strange day.

"If you don't want to..."

"NO!" I said, getting it together, "I definitely want to. I have wanted to do this forever. I just find the words. I am so happy. I want it. Please let me have it. I will back you up on anything you need" I said. I was a little too strong, but she took it in stride.

"Okay, I am going to make the announcement this afternoon," she said and put her arm around me and gave me a little hug. We were standing at our table now. All of the other cheerleaders and their boyfriends were sitting at the table talking.

"Hey guys," I said, and then sat down quietly.

"Why are you late babe? Everything okay," Chad asked. He was my new boyfriend. We had just starting dating about a month ago. Things were going really well. He was sweet and kind and handsome. He was perfect. But looking at him now, I could sense how disgusted he would be by me if he knew about my problem. I knew he wouldn't understand. I gave the revulsion he would have for me if he knew right back at him.

"Chad," I said angrily, "Don't worry about it okay?"

"Hey I told you, I would pick you up but I can't. You live on the other side of the county. We'd both be late everyday," he said. Good, he thought I was angry again about a fight we'd had two weeks ago.

"Listen I don't want to fight," I said, then I turned and started talking to one of the other girls. He rolled his eyes and went back to his friends. I tried to just talk to them, but mostly I just listened to everyone talking and zoned out. Finally, the bell rang and it was time for first class.

The entire first period was just a blur. I sat in my normal seat. Second row from the back, right next to the window. I just found myself staring out the window, looking at a tree and trying to ignore the world. I think my teacher called on me once and I vaguely remember speaking. She didn't seem offended by the answer, so it must have been good. By the end of the period, I found that I was starting to think more and more about the thing between my legs. I was trying to remember exactly what it looked like. I was trying to remember if it was huge or not. I could feel it there, vaguely. But I was too nervous about it to touch it. I went to second class, but the thoughts just started getting more and more persistent. Soon the wall I had been trying to build all morning collapsed and it was absolutely all I could think about.

"Ms. Hayes," Mr. Johnson said, "In what year was the Magna Carta signed?"

"1215," I said, then quickly followed it with, "May I please go to the bathroom?"

"Good answer. Of course you can go," he said. I was up like a shot and out of the room. I tried not to go too fast, I didn't want anyone to think anything was wrong. I made it to the bathroom and quickly climbed into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet. I didn't really have any idea what I wanted to do and for a moment I just sat there, looking at my feet. Finally, I decided I would take off my skirt and panties and hang them on the door. I needed to have a look at this thing.

I slid my skirt off quietly, I wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the bathroom, I had rushed in so quickly. I hung it on the peg. I looked at my black, boy shorts underwear and I could see the little bulge in them. I quickly slid them down my legs and hung them up as well. I pushed my knees together and the dick sat up between my legs, the balls resting on my thighs.

I had had expected my legs and crotch to spontaneously grow thick, manly hair or something my legs but my pubes were still waxed completely bare from the night before. It was very small for a dick I suppose. I had only ever seen one in my life, it belonged to my boyfriend. He had taken it out one night and I had giggled and told him that I didn't want to give him a hand job. I was very uncomfortable about touching it the, but I had been curious. His penis was probably 6 inches long. I had talked to other girls and it seemed that was relatively normal.

On the other hand there was my dick. It was only about 3.5" long and was pretty thin actually, only about an inch or so in diameter. My testicles were actually bigger than my boyfriend's had been. They appeared to each almost be the size of a golf ball. The skin on the shaft and balls looked just like the rest of my skin, light and white. I put my hands on the shaft and pulled the skin down and saw the tip, it was a bright pink color and was surprisingly feminine. It was actually the same color as my clit, I realized. I had always had a somewhat large clit and it seemed like this thing had grown out of it. The penis itself was spongy and heavier than I had expected. When I lifted my balls up I was really surprised by the weight. I saw that my vagina had closed up entirely.

Suddenly, all of this touching was making something strange happen. I could feel the spongy cock getting harder in my hands and I realized I was starting to get an erection. All of the thinking about my clit had me thinking about orgasms and masturbating and the touching hadn't made anything any better. I couldn't believe it, but my tiny dick was getting hard. It didn't take long. In a few seconds it was hard as a rock. It didn't get much bigger, but it sort of bulged a little bit. It got even more sensitive to the touch.

I felt my cheeks getting hot even though there was no one else to see it. I also felt a little light headed; which I guess made sense because my body wasn't designed to have blood diverted from my brain. Suddenly I had an uncontrollable urge. I wanted to feel what an orgasm would feel like from a cock. I was still intensely embarrassed, but this new feeling sort of covered it. It's hard to explain. It was like the cock was controlling my mind somehow.

I had never given a hand job before, but I had to admit I had seen a boy masturbating before. Okay, it was on the internet. I was just sort of curious as to how they did it and I went on a website. It's not like I am some giant pervert or anything. I don't look at porn all the time, but I did it once, and so I knew how it worked.

I put my hand around the shaft of my penis and felt its hard warmth against my soft palm. I squeezed it, but I squeezed a little too tight and I loosened my grip. I started to rock my hand back and forth across my dick. I could feel the thick vein that ran across the bottom. It was an amazing feeling. The best part was when my fingers drifted up and over the tip and then back down again. I found myself squirming on the toilet and biting my lip to avoid making noise. I can't even describe how it felt. It was different than when I masturbated before. Not better or worse just different.