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Hi guys, it’s Bea again.

Just wanted to respond to some of your comments before turning in for the night.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not alone among your friends who is going through this program. And if Alleya is any indication, you’ll be looking quite beautiful yourself after the procedure. You’ll have to be sure to check on your other friends who are in the program.” – BLZBub

The Program selected students by lottery from all around the area. Unfortunately, not many of my close friends were chosen. And due to the Program’s guidelines, I am prohibited from interacting with any of them until I change back. This is part of the Program’s policy of separating our ‘normal’ and ‘adult’ lives to reduce psychological stress.

And yes, Alleya’s adult body did turn out quite lovely. It is not uncommon at all for Hyper Puberty to produce superior physical specimens. In fact, she sent this to me just a little while ago.

“Just wanted you to see some of the Pajama’s I bought. Feels naughty! XOXO” – Alleya

Honestly it has me a little worried again to see my friend acting suddenly so bold as to wear something so adult. Does she not realize what her body looks like now? I think she might be a little intoxicated by the effects of hyper puberty. But then, her parents have always been the kind to spoil Alleya rotten. With her newfound confidence, she no doubt intends to experience every aspect of being a woman.

“Good luck. Don’t forget who you are. You’ll be a great adult” – Ashmander

Thanks so much, Ash. I have to admit that this has weighed heavily on my mind since I met Alleya this morning. I was sort of afraid that the Procedure would turn me into a different person. In a way, I think it has. My body has been transformed into a grown woman’s body. My mind certainly cannot remain the mind of a young girl.

“now you can compare yourself with Alleya au pair!
I’m glad the process went perfectly, I hope you can teach your sister a lesson in humility.
in my opinion you should hear if you have friends who have participated in the project, go out together and have fun” – jojo93able

I have to admit, when I looked at Alleya’s e-mail I did feel compelled to measure myself against her and I was a little annoyed by how confident she seems. I guess I might be a little disappointed to be honest. This body is not bad at all, but it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I’m rather short for one and somewhat on the ‘thicc’ side as they say online. I have a rather fat bottom. I don’t know, perhaps I am being selfish wanting more?

“Wow Beatrice you grew into a real beauty. And your body is incredible! Did you expect to become so attractive or was it a complete surprise? Would you say your great new body is a side effect of the procedure, or genetically were you always destined to grow into this? If the procedure takes a while to come into effect, do you think more changes might happen to you?” – Keyser

Why thank you, Keyser! It feels quite incredible as well!

While I’m not exactly surprised how I turned out, I can’t exactly say I predicted it. The women in my family are not unattractive, but it is very unlikely I would grow into this naturally. I have to thank Hyper Puberty for my superior looks and physique.

So it is a little strange to be complimented when the woman you see before you is a product of science!

“Just try not to rub it in your sister’s face, envy can be an ugly thing. As for how to use your energy, adults usually work out. So if your parents have some exercise equipment, you can use those until you can get some gym clothes and go to the gym.” – BLZBub

The thing is, it has always been difficult being Valerie’s sister. But I was so hungry for her approval that I didn’t understand that until I came back from the clinic today. How to put it? When I came home in this form, all of her mean words and deeds suddenly felt so petty and small.

Don’t misunderstand, I don’t resent Valerie as I am now, I just . . . don’t want her melodrama to interfere with my time as a woman.

I am a little worried however. My sister holds grudges. I’m sure she will bide her time until my hyper puberty fades and I return to my natural form. Which could be trouble for my normal self later.

I did decide to take your advice about exercise. Luckily my dad bought some exercise equipment a few years ago that he keeps out in the garage, and my mom has some workout stretchy workout clothes that I don’t she’d mind if I borrow. Honestly, they only ever seem to use them for a couple of months after Christmas each year, so I don’t think they’ll mind.

The Program Guidelines list many benefits to vigorous physical activity. Although my fitness is a product of science, exercise will help my brain to acclimate to its new form and prolong my Hyper Puberty by stressing my adult body to maintain heightened hormone levels.

And of course it just feels good.

In fact working out felt incredible. Testing my body was eye-opening to say the least and incredibly satisfying compared to my formerly puny self. My newly enlarged and densified muscles purred beneath my mom’s lycra workout clothes and it wasn’t long before I was soaked in my own sweat.

My ass especially turned out to be amazing. A huge amount of my muscle mass is concentrated there and I could feel it work and clench powerfully as I followed the exercises in the Program handbook. I quickly grew soaked with perspiration and could feel little rivulets of sweat slithering down my pillowed cheeks. The sensation was rather thrilling!

But most astonishing was my almost limitless stamina. I really had to work hard to exhaust myself. Each time I felt like I was about to reach my limit, gasping for breath and shaking, I would break through with another surge of energy and feel compelled to keep going. My shaking would cease, my breath would deepen, and I would push myself further again.

My adult cells felt like they were on fire, but it hurt so good. My body loved every moment of pushing until I found its limits. I just couldn’t stop until finally I felt my body reaching a contended state of exhaustion. I was totally drained yet totally satisfied with myself.

After working out, I was soaked in my own sweat. My adult body reeks much more intensely when dirty. Or maybe womanhood had enhanced my sense of smell. But in any case, I peeled off the workout clothes without delay and took another shower to wash away the filth.

But this time, showering too was different. The sensations were much heightened after working out. There was a warning in the hand book that exercise could create a heightened state arousal, but I didn’t really understand what that meant. What it mean was that the water hitting me, and my hands touching myself as I washed, caused waves of tingles to spark all across my skin.

I get really worm while I washing, much warmer than the water alone could explain and so I . . . well . . . I was curious about something and decided to experiment. I noticed that my nipples had swollen up and become a little sensitive. So I adjusted the water jets so that they would hit hardest on my breasts and after I sense of build up . . . I felt the surging feeling again!

Not as strong as when I changed, but enough to make me cry out and throw my hands against the show wall of balance. I really wanted to make it happen again, but I decided it was best to wait for now until I understand my body better.

My parents were home by the time I emerged from my shower and had brought takeout for dinner, so I dried off and put on my mom’s bathrobe.

I didn’t see Valerie, but I’m sure she’s skulking somewhere and I have to imagine she’ll be furious if she catches a glimpse of me.

So here I am now, laying in bed like a guest in my own home. The luxurious guest sheets caressing my equally luxurious skin. I think I’m going to sign for now. Can’t wait for tomorrow.

XOXO – Bea.

By: Harpy

Hello everyone, it’s Beatrice again.

As you can no doubt guess from my last post, I went ahead with the procedure despite my earlier misgivings, and well, this is me :

Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect, but now I don’t think I could be more pleased. It’s hard to describe, everything feels . . . like . . . new and stuff. Everything is different. I am different. I’m both excited and still a little frightened as the world changes around me, in response to me.

I have been changed for several hours now but my heart is still pounding. My stomach is full of butterflies. I’m still a little lightheaded. It’s a little tricky to type right now, I’m not used to my hands, so please forgive any spelling errors.

As I type this update, I am sitting in my family’s guest room. My parents have closed up my bedroom and put away my childish things so that I can live the next two weeks as much as possible as a real woman. This was a recommendation made by the Program’s guidelines. Participants are advised to create a mental ‘space’ between their normal and adult selves.

Honestly, I can see now why this would make things easier. In fact, it is for that reason that I would like everyone to stop thinking of me as Beatrice, I go by just Bea now, which I think sounds much more mature and appropriate for a young woman.

Today is day (0) of the Program which is calibrated to last for two weeks or most of our inter-semester break. Day (0) is designated as an acclimation day and is a period for us to familiarize ourselves with our new bodies and their capabilities.

But first I want to describe how I got here.

At the heart of the Program is the Procedure. I have been calling it just the Procedure, but fully it is known as Hypo Precocious Developmental Therapy or HPDT. HPD Therapy uses a special form of radiation to induce a state called Precocious Hyper Pubescence, PHP, or ‘Hyper Puberty’.

Naturally occurring cases of PHP have been studied in the past and are believed to be caused by encounters with bursts of cosmic radiation. However, these naturally occurring events are highly unstable and reversion usually occurs within a few hours. The Procedure stabilizes PHP so that the effects last much longer.

When I had the procedure done, I was seated in a special examination chair and a burst of radiation was fired at me from a device that looked like a dental x-ray machine. Instead of x-rays, however, I was bathed in an intense blue light that caused my skin to prickle.

I was surprised to learn that the procedure was not instantaneous, I required a five-minute dose before I began to feel my body changing.

The first thing I noticed was my stomach start to sort of growl and my inside shifted a little uncomfortably. A pressure built just above my pelvis as my reproductive system began to experience Hyper Puberty and then all at once a rush of warmth spread out as my uterus began to release sex hormones into my body.

I gasped for breath as my body surged. It happened so quickly, the hormones were telling my body to become a woman and my cells, nourished by the radiation, quickly began to multiply, building my body and reshaping my tissues into a mature form.

I was suddenly incredibly hot and sweaty, soaking my hospital gown as my body first stretched out and then began to fill in. This was really the scariest part of the whole procedure as my body was incredibly confused by years of maturation spontaneously happening to it.

My small flat butt clenched up involuntarily as my glutes began to develop under the influence of my hormones. I could feel my ass expanding until each butt cheek was larger than my entire bottom moments before. My hips cracked painfully and then my vertebrate crackled and popped one by one as my spine elongated.

In my chest I could feel the energy concentrating, pushing against my child form. First, my nipples hardened painfully, then they began to soften as they swelled and softened, tough fibrous mounds pushed them outwards. They were soaring at first, and painful, but with each passing second my little bee stings budded into grapes, and then ripened into tangerines, before swelling into full round melons. With each moment they grew warmer and more pleasant until my childish cries were replaced by deep feminine moans of delight.

It was so distracting that I hardly even notices the other changes racing to completion. My voice deepening and my lips grew pouty as my face remolded itself, shedding immaturity. My short mousy hair spilled down past my shoulders in a darkening waterfall and I felt an itching where my body was a developing hair under my arms and on my privates.

The radiation began to fade as the machine was turned off, and in a final wave, my body surged towards completion. Strength filled me as my muscles melted away the remaining puppy fat on my stomach and molded my thighs and calves. My breasts seemed to heft themselves a little higher as my pectorals swelled beneath them for support.

All at once the heat that filled my body broke, I spasmed, arching my spine and clenching up all over. I cried out in an unfamiliar voice as a deep sense of release blanked my mind. It was totally terrifying but also strangely exhilarating and when sense returned to me I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Although, oddly, I think I might have let out a little pee when it happened as my groinal area felt sort of wet and it was starting to soak uncomfortably into my hair down there. When I asked the doctors about it, they referred me to the Program’s manual. I’ll have to read up on the part they recommended.

When I first stood up, I was totally disoriented. Not only was my body bigger and a different shape, but the way I related to it had also changed completely. Everything from strength to my balance, to the way my legs moved when I walked, had subtly or not so subtly changed.

I felt both heavier and lighter at the same time. My greater size was offset by my much greater strength but I wasn’t used to the momentum of my new limbs.

Other things were different as well. I felt strangely more aware of not just my body, but my surroundings too. I noticed the individual medical machines in ways that I had not before and found myself casually reading the name tags of the doctors and nurses at a glance. This too is a side effect of PHP, causing the brain’s plasticity to drastically increase, allowing me to quickly adapt.

A good thing too, as I needed to acclimate myself to walking once more. Anyways, once my procedure was completed I was released to the custody of a Program nurse who performed a baseline physical, provided me with some basic garments, and escorted me home.

My family was waiting there to greet me and sign all of the paperwork. Basically, the Program requires my parents to sign off confirming that I am in fact their daughter and granting me partial legal emancipation for the duration of my Hyper Puberty.

I have to see that both my mother and father were very surprised to see me and I found myself feeling much like Alleya must have when she was talking to me. It was not that they didn’t believe me, but they were astonished by how significant the change was, and, this is a little embarrassing, my mom said she could hardly believe how beautiful I had become!

Of course, although my parents seemed to be taking it very well, even our dog Poilu was happy enough after sniffing me, someone else in the house was not.

That person is my older sister Valerie. Or rather, my ‘younger’ sister Valerie.

This is probably the most complicated part of things on my family side. Valerie is a year older than me and has always been a bit of an early bloomer while, up until today, I was just the opposite. This means our sibling relationship has often been strained to say the least as she has often been impatient with me. Even worse, she has often resented me when our parents made her be nice.

No, I will say it honestly, there are times when she has been a bully to me.

But now, despite being a little disappointed with my mature height, I am merely five foot two as an adult, I still stand several inches taller than my sister who is on the taller side for her age. My body is that of a woman while hers is still a child’s and with my new attentiveness, I can see the complicated feelings crossing her face as our parents explain how things are going to be for the next few weeks.

Is it wrong that I feel a little pleased with this reversal?

I don’t want to be a bully to my sister, of course, but I feel Valerie missing out on the program by a year while I get to be a bigger sister for two weeks is something she deserves.

I think the best revenge will be to live an amazing two weeks as a woman while Valerie can only watch and wait and hope for the day she can enjoy adulthood naturally.

I wound up spending quite a bit of time talking with my parents. We had a lot to go over with the nurse before signing all of the paperwork. Valerie got bored, or maybe she was just irritated about having to call me Big Sister, and wandered off to her room.

After everything was finished up, I unpacked in the guestroom and went to take a shower and wash off the sweat from the procedure. I was given a basic bag of toiletries, everything essential that I will need to care for my new body. But for this first time, I just scrubbed myself in soap and stood in the jets and steam.

It’s a little embarrassing to tell you all this, but I really couldn’t stop touching and exploring myself while I stood under the shower. I was surprised by every new curve and contour of my flesh. And I was even more surprised how right they felt. I’ve never been very aware of my body before today, you know, but now I am intensely aware of it. And my body feels like this other me. Do you know? It’s part of me, but also it’s own animal, and it’s confused by why it has suddenly inexplicably flourished. It doesn’t know what to do with its new strength and neither do I.

That’s actually why I started writing. It was either write or pace the guestroom like a caged animal. I just have all of this energy right now. And also impatience. I don’t want to waste any of my precious time.

Just a little while ago my parents told me they were going shopping with Valerie. I think they wanted to get my sister out of the house before she starts to sulk. Maybe getting out of the house would be a good idea. But I’m now I’m not sure what I would do.

I’ve never had so much energy inside me before. But when I was frustrated I would normally go burn it off at the park. However, I don’t think the park managers or the Program staff would be happy with a grown woman misusing the playsets.

What do adults do with their excess energy?

I can do whatever I want, but I can’t seem to choose.

By: Harpy