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Brittany had been a huge women's rights activist. She believed in equality for both men and women across the board, no matter what. Despite this being the popular opinion among most of her peers, she still met pushback from people who disagreed with her. At rallies, sometimes men would shout rude things at her and try to prevent her from speaking. This was pretty par for the course, and it did not deter Brittany from her goals in the slightest. However, things took an interesting turn after one of her latest campaigns.

After an energetic speech given to a crowd near a local university, she was exhausted. She made her way back to her apartment, where she planned to spend the rest of the afternoon reading and relaxing. Before she could get inside though, she noticed a package for her in front of her door. It was completely unmarked, but she brought it in anyway. Taking a small knife, she slid it through the packing tape that was keeping the lid closed. No sooner had the last strand of tape been broken than the box burst outward with the force of a small explosion. Smoke quickly filled the room as the box expelled its contents into the air. Coughing and gasping for air, Brittany stumbled her way into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. The air was much clearer in here, but she was feeling faint and collapsed on the bed.

When Brittany awoke, she had the strangest sensation. She was lying face down on her bed, but it felt like something was poking her in the crotch. Or was her crotch… poking something else? Still a bit dazed but determined to figure out what had happened, she flipped over on the bed. The strange sensation almost subsided, but when she stared down, she noticed a stiff-looking bulge under her pants. Alarmed and almost positive of what had happened, she tore her clothes off to inspect the damage. With a sigh, she looked down at the massive cock and balls that had sprung forth from somewhere just above her pussy.

She had heard of other activists receiving similar packages, but she had not expected to receive one herself. Anti-feminist activists had invented a drug that could turn any woman into a man if they inhaled it. They had begun sending these packages out to leading feminist activists as an attempt to make them lose their credibility as women. Brittany had been somewhat lucky, though. She had only breathed in the gas for a moment before escaping to her bedroom. The effects of a smaller dose had only been that of a half transformation. She was now what people called a futanari.

This was certainly going to take some getting used to, and she doubted that she was going to be able to hide such a massive cock in her normal clothes. At least she hadn’t lost her tits. They looked just as full as ever. Brittany had wanted equality across genders, and in a weird sort of way she had become as equal as you could get by having both genitalia. Perhaps after all her protesting, it was only fair that this was how she would end up.