I finally caved and wrote something for Valentine's Day so I hope you all enjoy it. If you like the concept of Acute Hyper Homo Sequential Hermaphroditism and idiopathic hypermastia you can read Tomboy Tsundere Genetics - MtF Caption, my first caption with this idea :3

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Acute Hyper Homo Sequential Hermaphroditism, an incredibly rare genetic disorder which has popped up recently. Those who develop this genetic disorder experience a painful month-long transformation into the opposite sex. One out of every ten male to female cases of Acute Hyper Homo Sequential Hermaphroditism mutates, resulting in idiopathic hypermastia. Chandler James is one such case, a 27 year old office worker who baffled doctors with his late development of the genetic disorder which had only shown up in those ranging from 16 to 23 years of age.

Chandler made his way down the office hallway and to the break room for lunch. Despite looking like a woman he had only done the bare minimum possible to appear as such but with breasts that made up nearly 65% of his total mass that was difficult. He didn’t wear makeup and had bought himself a smaller pair of mens dress shoes which separated him from the two other women in the office who could be heard across the office by their clacking heels. But with a very feminine face and being forced to custom order a woman's dress shirt to cover his inconvenient and burdensome tits he still came off as very feminine.

He had only been back in the office for two weeks now as all of his sick time was used up in January as he underwent his painful metamorphosis at the hospital. He didn’t feel ready to head back to work yet but with his genetic disorder he couldn’t afford to lose his job which provided his health insurance. So with a few pricey purchases of dress clothes to keep his modesty he begrudgingly returned to work just in time to see the plethora of handcrafted Valentines decorations scattered about the hallways and desks. His fears of returning to his predominantly male dominated field were justified as most of his coworkers immediately began ogling him and harassing him with inappropriate questions and not so subtle jabs at what they wanted to do with his new body. And somehow Valentine's day brought out the worst of them! His desk was overflowing with cheap candy in heart shaped boxes, each adorned with letters that would make the poor souls in HR keel over from a heart attack with how directly inappropriate they were.

“God, I’m never going to get used to how heavy these damn things are!” Chandler muttered to himself as he entered the break room and headed for the fridge. He grabbed some of his leftovers from last night's dinner which he microwaved and began pouring himself a cup of coffee from the 4 hour old pot. He had to stand parallel to the counter and twist his torso just to make his coffee as his breasts prevented him from approaching any counter or table normally.

“Oh! Uh.. I thought I’d find you in here.” Chandler turned around, nearly toppling the owner of the voice over with his boobs as he faced the man. It was that shy and quiet guy who he hadn’t really gotten to know, Paul was his name? “I uh… I wanted to give you this!” He extended his arms towards Chandler, presenting a small box of Valentine’s candy in his stiff arms. “I… I heard you weren’t doing too well financially so I was wondering if you’d let me treat you to dinner tonight.” Paul paused. “No pressure though!”

“That’s really sweet of you but… I’m going to have to pass.” Chandler gave Paul an awkward smile before grabbing his lunch and coffee and returning to his desk. Luckily Paul seemed rather understanding and, although appearing a bit bummed by Chandler’s answer, didn’t press the matter further. Chandler returned to his desk, placing his lunch down and tossing the gift along with the two dozen or so other ones he had received. He only got a few bites through his lunch before his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to read the note Paul had attached to the gift.

“I can only imagine what you’ve been through this year. Please accept this gift and if you ever need help with something you can reach out to me. - Paul”

Chandler put the note down and continued to eat in silence. Even with his insurance his month-long stay at the hospital had really drained his savings account, and that was before having to buy a whole new set of clothes. Maybe something other than cheap cans of ravioli would be a good change of pace plus, although Chandler hated to admit it, he was pretty sure his sudden sex change had affected his sexuality and even though he still preferred women, maybe experimenting with a genuinely nice guy could be a safe way to explore his new feelings.

“Damnit.” He sighed, pushing his reheated can of raviolis to the side as he typed Paul’s work email in and wrote:
“Hey Paul, I thought about it some more and I think it'd be good for me to get out of the house a bit more. I would love to meet up with you after work and grab dinner if you’re still down.”
Send. Chandler leaned back in his chair and before he could get comfortable a notification popped up on his work email.

“I’m still down to grab dinner. I can pick you up at 6:00 and we can head on down there. It’s a new Japanese restaurant that recently opened up and their soba is to die for!”

Chandler chuckled to herself.
“Sounds good. I’ll be ready to go by 6:00.”