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After spacing out for a bit, Chris ultimately returned to reality and reassured Gretchen that everything was okay. Despite a brief look of hesitance on Gretchen's face, her smile quickly returned, and she tried on a few more outfits. While Chris kept a positive attitude, it was impossible for him to completely keep his mind from wandering.

"Do you think I need some new thigh-highs?" Gretchen asked, stepping out of the dressing room with a smile. She wore crimson stockings and well-fitted red shorts.

Chris blinked, snapping back to reality once more. He admired how perfect her body looked. Her ass had a perfect, perky shape, and her back had a pronounced, feminine curve. The shorts hugged every contour of her lower body, making it clear to anyone who looked that no male equipment was hiding between her legs. A faint tingle pulsed through his pelvis before spreading through his genitals. He thought about how his penis shrunk. Before long, he'd probably be able to fill out shorts just like Gretchen did. "Yeah! I mean, you know I'm biased. Do you think I'd tell you no?" He laughed, forcing a grin.

"I guess you have a point. Well, I have enough to buy for now. Why don't we check out and grab a quick bite? Then we can figure out what you want to do after that," Gretchen suggested, stepping back into the dressing room to change.

Chris just nodded his head, watching the dressing room door close. He hesitantly stood in place, acutely aware of how much his body was changing despite the illusion cast upon him. Regardless of what others saw, he felt how strangely his body moved every time he took a step. His hips had a more noticeable sway, and there was a dull soreness in his nipples that he desperately tried to ignore at all costs. On top of that, he felt the ball of pressure beneath his navel gradually spread outward. I'm really going to have a uterus, he thought to himself, wincing as he broke out into a cold sweat. Before he freaked out, he recalled Gretchen's motivational speech from the car. He had to look at the bright side and not dwell on things outside his control… Right? That's what he kept telling himself.

When they went to the register, Chris noticed Gretchen buying more clothes than usual. "You don't usually get so many sets of stockings, shorts, dresses, and things. Is there a special occasion?"

Gretchen blinked, briefly staring at Chris like a deer in headlights before laughing. "I'll be honest. I made a decent bit of money on a commission the other day, and I'm trying to make a conscious effort to be less responsible with my money. Please forgive me, okay?" She said cutely, flashing a wide smile.

Chris felt something off but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was probably overthinking things. "I would have spent that money on something less practical than clothes; I'm not about to judge you," he replied with a chuckle.

Chris sat down in a booth across from Gretchen. She insisted they go to Seven-Fold, a Japanese bakery specializing in crepes. The cute cafe was decorated with pastel shades of pink and combined French aesthetics with Japanese cuteness. He did enjoy desserts but always felt too embarrassed to get a fancy dessert by himself at a cafe like this. There was a distinctly feminine flare to the atmosphere, and the patrons were all women and couples.

Gretchen ordered a chocolate matcha crepe with ice cream and strawberry. When Chris ordered a savory cheese steak crepe, Gretchen let out a small huff. "I thought you would get a dessert crepe this time!"

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "I need lunch, not dessert. Besides, it's more fun to watch a cute girl eat desserts. You can't control yourself when you eat something sweet and delicious."

"Fiiiiine. I guess that's fair. Besides, soon enough y--," she caught herself, turning red as she stopped mid-sentence. "I mean, the food will show up soon, and I can just force you to take a bite of mine anyway," she insisted, the smile returning to her face.

A surge of adrenaline briefly went through Chris, leaving him cold. "That's true; I guess I can't stop you," he replied, keeping a pleasant expression on his face. He was grateful for Gretchen catching herself, but he knew what she wanted to say. Some iteration of how soon Chris would be a girl who could eat desserts and act cute without anyone batting an eye. He would much rather keep his penis and testicles than be able to eat fanciful desserts without embarrassment.

"Oh! I was reading this really fucking weird book the other week. Let me tell you about it before I forget," Gretchen insisted, growing excited as she fidgeted in her seat. She then leaned forward and started to talk.

Oh, she's good. She legitimately wants to tell me about this book, but she's also using it to redirect the conversation, Chris mused, listening as Gretchen spoke. He nodded along and laughed, offering brief responses while his mind wandered. It was hard to stay focused, given the circumstances.

His phone suddenly buzzed, causing him to jump slightly. He made a mental note to check the message as soon as possible, deciding to wait as he saw the crepes brought to the table.

Gretchen cooed and fawned over her gorgeous crepe, gushing over how delicious it looked. Chris just laughed and smiled, eating his own. It was delicious, but he was honestly envious of how tasty that dessert crepe looked. He took a few more bites of his own, his eyes gazing toward the beautiful woman eating before him. She was so adorable-- so expressive. Was she having fun eating that? He felt a little strange but couldn't put his finger on it. It was usual for him to admire her, but this was something else. Maybe a pang of jealousy? Gretchen was so beautiful and watching her eat a beautiful dessert while acting so girlishly confused him in a way he had never felt before.

Chris winced as his nipples throbbed. This was followed by a tight, straining sensation in his groin. His nethers ached as if he bumped his testicles into something with too much force. Whatever was happening couldn't be good.

"Here! Take a bite!" Gretchen purred, holding a fork of the crepe up to Chris's lips.

Chris blinked, his attention turning toward the fork in front of his face. It certainly smelled good. It wouldn't hurt to humor this lovely lady. "I suppose…" He leaned in and bit down on the fork. As the crepe hit his tongue and he chewed, a cacophony of delicate and sweet flavors danced on his tongue. This had to be the best dessert he had ever consumed. He barely noticed his whole body tingling as he put his hand in front of his face, eyes wide. "Oh my god! That's freakin' amazing!" He giggled, putting a hand on his cheek as he tilted his head. "Mmmmm…"

"O-- oh! I'm so glad you liked it!" Gretchen vibrantly replied after momentarily stuttering. "Have as much as you want if you'd like!"

Chris blinked, opening his eyes as he pulled his hand away from his cheek. A pang of dread welled within him, permeating every cell of his body. What the hell was that!? He internally cursed. Why did he react like that? Sure, the crepe was good, but he could have just said, 'wow, that's great!' and left it at that. It was like his giddiness overwhelmed him. That crepe just tasted so good.

Chris cleared his throat, finally speaking. "I might take you up on that, heh… Hey, umm-- my phone was buzzing a couple times, and I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." He got up and walked toward the restrooms.

When he arrived and placed a hand on the men's room door, he quickly glanced at the ladies' room. Was he going to be using that door from now on in another week? Chris shivered, taking a deep breath as he entered the men's room. Upon stepping in, he eyeballed the urinal and thought about how inadequate his cock was now. Would he even be able to pee straight with it now? His face turned red as the now embarrassed Chris walked into a stall, undoing his pants and sliding them down to his ankles with his boxers. He pulled his phone out and saw a couple texts in the group he had opened with his family. It looked like mom was pinging everyone with a giant wall of text, which usually meant she had some kind of big news. He skimmed the message, gleaning the essential details. Mom wanted to announce some big news and have a family Zoom meeting at seven tonight if everyone could make it. Ever since mom's office job started requiring Zoom for daily sessions, she decided to adopt it as a means for the family to stay in touch.

"Oh god, what now?" Chris sighed, grimacing. He knew in the back of his head that he still needed to follow up with a Psychiatrist, but he kept getting distracted and didn't want to deal with the stress right now.

He put his phone away and slid his hand down to grab his penis to ensure he didn't pee over the edge of the bowl. When he did, his blood ran cold. It felt slightly smaller than it did after he had sex with Gretchen. He would guess it was only two or two and a half inches flaccid. Chris took a deep breath, trembling slightly as he clenched his jaw. You're turning into a goddamn girl; what did you expect? He insisted, relaxing his muscles so he could pee. His urine came out in an uneven stream, spurting into the toilet bowl while relieving his bladder. He usually would have just shaken the remaining drop or two off, but he noticed how much of a mess he made, the urine streaming down his penis and scrotum. "Ugh…" He grabbed a couple pieces of toilet paper, grimacing as he wiped himself. This is something women dealt with daily, and it also seemed to be the start for him.

As the toilet paper brushed over his scrotum, he quickly noticed how sensitive it felt. Not necessarily in a painful way, just-- raw? He wasn't sure how to describe it. Beyond that, another disturbing fact grew apparent. Chris trembled, dropping the paper into the bowl as he pushed his fingers over his ball sack, carefully prodding. Where are they? He panicked, feeling around. They were gone. His testicles weren't where they were supposed to be. It was more than that, though; his scrotum was less wrinkled and appeared smaller. Oh god-- fuck…  After a few more seconds of desperate searching, he found his testes. They were stuck an inch or two up in his pelvis, embedded within him. As his fingers continued to shake, he tried to grab onto one. It was a fool's errand, but he wanted them to come back down; he didn't want his rescinding scrotum to hang empty and pathetic.

Chris brushed against his teste, a shock suddenly pulsing through his genitals. "Ahhh!!" He let out a girlish cry, his voice cracking and going up an octave as he did so. His nipples pulsed and prickled while his entire crotch tingled with a somewhat pleasurable sensation. Rather than being centralized to his penis, the warm, buttery feeling saturated his loins.

“N-- No, please…” Chris begged. To top it all off, his probing only served to push his testicle up a little further, his other one rising slightly to join it.

Memories of the video he watched flashed in his head. He remembered watching John's cock and balls gradually transform into a feminine flower before his eyes while the nurse described how his testicles ascended into his body to be repurposed into ovaries. Now, it was actually happening to him. His testes would never again hang between his legs, storing his male seed. In all likelihood, it would only be a few days before he was wiping the folds of his new vulva while fully functional female reproductive organs pumped him full of estrogen.

His nipples ached, throbbing harder and causing him to grunt. "What the fuck do you want?" He spat, slipping a hand under his shirt without thinking. He probed his left nipple, suddenly crying as his chest pulsed. Why do you have to be so fucking sensitive!? He growled, pulling his hand away in defeat.

Chris put his hands over his face, feeling beaten down. All of this was happening so fast; he thought he would have a little more time to come to terms with these changes. That wasn't going to happen, was it? He mulled over the last few days and then his life before that. He enjoyed being a man and all of the benefits that came with it. Making love to Gretchen, peeing at the urinal, and bonding with his male friends in a distinctly masculine way. He didn't want to lose any of it.

While lost in thought, he realized his fingers were slightly sticky after probing his chest. Against his better judgment, he opened his fingers and stared down at them. A small amount of creamy, white fluid coated the tip of his index finger. He read that the initial male-to-female transformation, and the hormones that came with it, could cause events like this. But reading that something could happen was far different than actually having to live it. All he could do was stare, too emotionally overwhelmed to react.

Under an hour later, Gretchen pulled up to Chris's apartment, giving her passenger a concerned look. "Hey-- are you sure you don't want me to stay the night?" She noticed how shell-shocked he had been since leaving the bathroom. She knew he wouldn't do anything stupid, but she felt awful leaving him alone.

"Y-- Yeah, don't worry about it," Chris quietly responded with a strained smile. "I have to attend that family meeting in a bit anyway, and you know my mom would have an aneurysm if she knew a non-family member was listening in."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gretchen murmured, biting her lip as she shifted her eyes away. Her fingers clasped the wheel tightly, the whites of her knuckles clearly showing. As Chris began to leave the car and say his goodbyes, she turned to meet his eyes. “Pease-- just… If you need anything, call me. I can be over in a heartbeat. It doesn't matter what I'm doing or why you want me over. I'll do anything for you, okay? I promise…"

"Of course. I appreciate you more than you could know," Chris waved, bidding her farewell before heading inside.

Once alone, Chris sat on his couch, flipping on random Youtube as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. Just as he started to dwell on the day's events, he changed course and forced himself to think about something else. "I should tell Rodrick about this," he sighed, thinking about his male best friend. Many fond memories involved Chris getting drunk or stoned with Rodrick and Gretchen at concerts or camping trips. Other friends were often involved, but those two meant the most to him. "Well, I know he'll be understanding about the whole transience thing, at least," he mumbled, putting his forearm over his eyes as he let out a sigh of decompression. Rodrick hadn't lost his cock and balls as Chris would, but his transience was severe.

Chris grabbed his phone, pulling up Rodrick's number as he typed a text message.

"Hey, man. Guess who is going through a severe, life-altering case of transience? Surprise! It's me. We should chill soon."

He hit enter, sending the text. His eyes then shifted toward his hand. His fingers seemed so small and lithe now. They weren't wholly feminine at this point, but they didn't look like they belonged to a man who liked to get his hands dirty. The illusion from earlier must have worn off as well.

Chris shivered, quickly setting a 5:50PM alarm before setting his phone down on the table and tightly closing his eyes. The meeting was still a couple of hours away, so he could sneak a nap.

Chris sat in front of his computer, purposely keeping the lighting dim as he took a deep breath. He didn't particularly want his family to see him clearly and notice how much he had already changed. He wished the illusion magic Gretchen used was still in effect; maybe he should have had her refresh it before dropping him off.

No… There's no point, he told himself, gritting his teeth. He would have to say something regardless, so there was no point in hiding forever. Soon enough, he couldn't hide the truth at all. He saw the names of his two brothers and father. Once his mother showed up, they would likely start and get on camera. His younger brother, Marcus, was twenty-seven, and his older brother, David, was thirty-three. Despite what the media and various sitcoms might lead one to believe, being a middle child was never much of an issue for Chris. His mom and dad had always done a great job showing love and engagement toward each son.

The camera for "Dad" suddenly flipped on, revealing a bald man with wrinkles, a graying goatee, and a bright smile. "Hey, kiddos! Long time no see. No pressure to hop on camera, but I'm sure you'd all love to see my pretty face," he said with a toothy grin.

A second later, Marcus' camera flipped on, revealing a young man with a brown goatee, short brown hair, and a masculine face with squared features. "I'm not sure if pretty is the word I'd use, but it's good to see you," he laughed, smirking in response.

"Oh, come on now! I'd like to think I'm pretty cute!" Dad playfully pouted before chuckling. "Chris, how about you? How are you doing?"

Chris sighed, flipping his camera on and unmuting his mic. "I've had a bit of a week, actually," he responded, deliberately attempting to ensure his voice was low and masculine.

"A cold, maybe? You sound a little hoarse! Make sure you bring hand sanitizer with you if you go out. You should be using it every time you touch a doorknob or-- well, anything else, really! That's why I don't get sick!" Dad chimed.

"Oh, heh… Well, I guess you could say that. I'll try to use more hand sanitizer, but I don't know if I can afford to go through a hundred-gallon drum of the stuff a week like you do, dad," Chris teased, trying to cheer up.

"Hey, now! I'm down to a milk jug of hand sanitizer a week now! Give me some credit!"

The three men laughed while David's camera and mic remained inactive. Dad quickly took notice, frowning slightly. "David! Is everything okay?" He asked with concern in his voice.

David's mic flipped on while his camera remained turned off. “I-- hey…” His voice had a deep, baritone quality.

Chris immediately raised an eyebrow. Why did his big brother sound that way? It seemed he wasn't the only one with problems. It was a hunch, but he felt he knew what today's meeting was about.

Before anyone could speak, "Mom" joined the Zoom call, the camera flipping on afterward and showing a woman with long, pitch-black hair. She had red eyes with black sclera, devil-like horns, and fangs.

"Sorry about that, boys!" She chimed with a laugh. "I know I called for this meeting, so I apologize for being late." She looked far too young to be a mother to sons in their twenties and thirties as if she were only in her twenties.

"Good to see you, mom," Chris responded as the rest of the men showed their greetings. It was still strange seeing mom in this form three years after she went through transience.

"Well, I should probably get to the point of this meeting… I visited David last week while dad was too busy with work. He gave me permission to discuss all of this with you," mom carefully stated, her tone growing soft.

Chris was sure his brother had gone through transience of some kind. It was the only thing that made sense. While he was concerned for David, he also felt minor relief. It may be easier to admit the truth to his family now.

"You have our full attention! I only know a little bit, but no fine details," dad insisted, his jovial cadence fading into something more reserved.

Mom took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "David went through transience; it finished about one week ago," she started, deciding to rip the proverbial band-aid right off. "I will cut to the chase. He went through a rather severe case and needs our support." She shifted her eyes and faintly smiled. "David, are you comfortable turning on the camera?"

The group remained silent, waiting for David's response. A few seconds later, he finally spoke. "Yeah-- okay. I can't stay hidden forever, I guess."

When David's camera flipped on, Chris struggled to keep the shock off his face. His head and face were covered in gleaming, crimson scales. His mouth stuck out slightly, resembling a muzzle, while his nose was partially flattened against his face with slit-like nostrils. Three thorny spikes came from the back of each cheek, jutting backward, while pitch-black, curved horns came from his head. His medium-length hair was now reddish-brown in hue.

“Hey-- yeah… I guess I expected that" David sighed, raising a hand to scratch his chin. His fingers were scaled as well, with sharp, claw-like black nails.

“Oh damn-- bro…” Marcus stammered. "Are you okay, man? How do you feel?" He asked with concern.

"I've been better, believe me," David grunted. "The way I see has changed as well. Technically, my vision has improved drastically, but it's frustrating. It's hard to explain." He had amber-yellow eyes with bestial slit-like pupils.

"Woah! So-- umm…” Dad bit his lip, thinking hard about what to say. "What are you now exactly? You already know my love for you hasn't changed, and you don't need to say anything if you're uncomfortable."

"Apparently, I'm one of only a few in the world which has undergone dragon-kin transience. According to the doctor, I might be able to sprout wings and fly. And, on the bright side, I'm exponentially stronger, resistant to extreme heat and cold, and will likely never get sick," David added, attempting to look on the bright side.

Chris finally spoke up. "I hope this isn't inappropriate of me to say, but you look fucking awesome, dude." His lips curled into a bright grin. "I'm sure this won't be easy, but I'm digging the look."

David weakly laughed in response, growing more confident in front of the camera. "You think? I'll be honest. Loretta has been more handsy with me since the change. I was worried she wouldn't be attracted to me anymore, but I think my transience had the opposite effect on her."

Mom giggled. "I can't blame her. I understand where she's coming from; honestly, she has pretty good taste," she teased.

Dad blushed. "Hey, now! I'd say that's inappropriate, but I'm the last one to talk, so I guess I'll keep my mouth shut."

The five laughed as the ambiance changed. Chris noticed the vibe transitioning toward something more friendly and wished he could fully share the positive vibes. However, the nagging anxiety in his head wouldn't let him relax. The looming inevitability of his own transience clung to him like a powerful specter that couldn't be exorcised, digging its frigid claws into his heart. There was no way to rid himself of his demon, but telling the truth might cause its claws to relent.

"Umm-- hey guys, I actually have something super important to say," Chris nervously stated, talking over the tail-end of a work story dad had already shared a few dozen times.

The atmosphere darkened again, and looks of concern spread across everyone's faces. Mom was the first one to speak. "Sure, this is a good time to talk," she said with concern.

Just say it. Get it out. Chri psyched himself up, tightly clenching his hands over his knees. "I just found out I'm going through a severe case of transience. I'm already partway through it-- maybe even halfway; it's hard to tell. Well, halfway through the first phase, that is," he muttered as his heart rate exploded. He broke out into a cold sweat, doing his best to stay calm.

"Oh, son… I'm so sorry," dad offered his condolences upon seeing the look on his son's face.

"Do you want to talk about it? We're all here for you, sweetheart," mom warmly insisted.

"Well, you know I'll have your back," David grinned. "No matter what, we'll adjust together, okay?"

All the while, Marcus kept his mouth shut. He was generally the group's most anxious member and was likely just awaiting more information before speaking.

Say it. Tell them so you can stop worrying about fucking telling them. Chris lamented his feelings of terror and weakness. Sharing his vulnerabilities with Gretchen was one thing, but doing so with his family was somehow harder despite everyone being relatively close. "I'm going through two phases of transience; hence the whole 'first phase' bit I talked about…" He hesitated, closing his eyes tightly.

Chris took a few slow, deep breaths while his mother offered gentle reassurance. "I'm going to end up as a demi-human of some kind… But, before that, I'm going to--" his voice cut off. This was it; he was actually going to tell his family that he would be a chick soon. His family would no longer consist of a mother, a father, and three sons. "I'm turning into a woman. Like-- fully biologically female and everything. I won't be anyone's son or brother in a few days." He finally said what he needed to. He tightly closed his eyes, placing a hand over his face as a wave of abject terror crashed through him, tearing his emotions asunder.

The group chat was completely silent before Marcus finally began to mutter. “H-- holy shit… A chick?..."

Chris just nodded, feeling humiliated and scared. He didn't blame Marcus, but that reaction bothered him. He should have told them individually first or started with mom. This was an awful idea.

"Son, I--" Dad spoke before mom cut him off.

"Oh, sweetie! I'm so sorry, I am-- but I… I'm going to have a daughter?" Her voice shifted from worry to one dripping with a tinge of excitement. "I-- I mean, don't get me wrong. I am so sorry you have to deal with this; I could never even imagine, but… Oh, my goodness. Why don't you stay with dad and me for a little while? A daughter-- oh my gosh." She put a hand on her cheek, faintly blushing.

"Hun, I know I'm not one to speak on what is and isn't appropriate, but maybe you should tone it down a little," dad sighed, turning beet red.

Chris pulled his hand from his face and let out a soft sigh. He wasn't sure what reaction would have been worse. Confusion and worry, or-- whatever this was. Considering the fact mom had always wanted a baby girl, he probably shouldn't have been surprised. The next few days were going to be long and arduous, weren't they?

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