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The family Zoom call finally ended as the various members bid farewell to one another. All but Marcus offered their condolences, the youngest brother signing off without another word. Chris just nodded and smiled, insisting that it wasn't a huge deal and that he appreciated the good wishes.
After a bit, Chris was alone in the chat with his mom. He recalled her response from minutes earlier and faintly blushed, wondering if he wanted to be stuck on a call alone with her. "Well-- I guess I should get going soon. I'm pretty tired and all that," he said, scratching his head.
"Oh, of course," mom replied with a smile. "Just, umm…" She hesitated, shifting in her seat.
Chris winced, knowing what that reaction meant. "Was there something else you needed to say?" He hesitantly asked.
Mom's face lit up after receiving permission to continue, "I just-- I just want you to know that you're always welcome back home! Your dad and I love you, okay?" She warmly responded.
Chris sighed low, reminding himself that his mother wanted what was best for him. "I know. I appreciate it; I'll let you know if I need anything, but I think I'm okay processing things myself. Well, I have good friends as well, so that helps."
"I'm happy to hear that!" Mom chimed. "But, there are still some things only a mother can help with. I am sure you will do just fine, but I really think I can teach you quite a lot."
There it is, Chris lamented, keeping a smile on his face. Mom was a saint, but she had trouble hiding her true thoughts. "I-- I'm sure you'd be a big help. I promise I'll call you or come over whenever I need you, okay?" As he spoke, he yawned and rubbed one of his eyes.
Mom puffed her cheeks, letting out a frustrated huff. "Chris… I have been asking you to stop by more often for a while, and I--" she blushed a little, shifting her eyes away. "I never got to have a daughter. It will be nice having a girl around to teach the ropes and add more estrogen to our family gatherings, ya know?"
Chris's heart rate picked up as he listened. Daughter? Estrogen? Did she really think this was appropriate? Girl time with mom was the last thing on his mind. "I'll come to visit, but I'm not going to make promises when I have no idea how I'll feel and what my new boundaries will be after all this happens. I might strap my chest down and try to act like I'm still the old me, and nothing happened. I love you, but please keep your expectations tempered, okay?"
Mom pursed her lips and then let out a breath of defeat. "Okay, okay. You're right. I'm being pretty rude. I'm sorry about that," she quietly replied.
Chris wasn't too upset. Since mom went through transience, her social filters slipped, and she grew excited more easily. "It's fine. I love you, mom; I'm going to go, for now, okay?" Transience took a lot out of the transformer, and sleep sounded like a great option.
"Yes, see you soon! I love you, sweetie," she grinned, waving bye to her son before the call finally ended.
Chris slouched in his chair, resting his head back as he stared blankly at the ceiling. "Ugh…." He let out a low groan, placing a hand on his forehead before swaying in his desk chair. Talking to his family had surely shaved a year or two off of his life. Then again, he would gain another decade after turning into a girl. While it was essential to look at the positives as Gretchen recommended, it was difficult when said positives came with a massive caveat. Anxiety gradually bubbled within him as he thought about the current state of his body. His crotch and nipples tingled, he was losing height, his voice was cracking, etcetera, etcetera. How many more days would it take before this was all over? He didn't even want to look at himself in the mirror.
He thought back to Dr. Rowena's email and recalled what happened after he and Gretchen screwed. A part of him was upset that he had lost a few precious days as a man. On the other hand, would it really be that awful to just get it all over with? Was being in this limbo state between male and female genuinely preferable to being a girl? As he contemplated what to do, he caught his body-length mirror from the corner of his eye and froze as an idea came to him. He was going to look at his reflection and use that to fuel his next decision. Maybe it didn't make sense, but it did in his head.
He broke out into a cold sweat, carefully standing as he walked toward the mirror. Despite the low stakes, he felt like a convict on his final death row walk. He finally stopped and turned his eyes forward. In a matter of seconds, his blood ran cold. The person in the mirror couldn't be taller than 5" 5 and lacked any real semblance of masculinity. His muscle tone was mainly gone, his hips somewhat pronounced while what amounted to A Cup breasts tenting the fabric of his t-shirt. He didn't look like as much of a woman as Gretchen yet, but the person in the mirror was erring on the feminine side now. His face had lost most of its squared, masculine qualities, while his head looked too big for his shrinking body. His face looked a bit pudgy, but it was most likely because it was halfway between male and female. "God dammit…" He grunted, taking a step back. His voice was cracking more as well.
Unable to face reality any longer, he walked away from the mirror, fell onto his bed, and stared at the ceiling. He quickly reached for his phone, looking for a means of distraction, before panicking. He began to browse, flipping through random articles and nonsense while unwanted adrenaline surged through his changing body. I just have to deal with this a little longer… And then the rest of my life, he grunted. While his eyes scanned the text on his phone's screen, his brain didn't process any of it. The initial hit of adrenaline tapered off, leaving exhaustion to creep in and take its place.
"Mmmm…" He let out a yawn. On the one hand, he was glad to feel his heart rate slowing. On the other hand, would he end up with more crazy dreams? And what would his body look like when he woke up? He sat his phone down on the nightstand and closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him just as he started to ruminate over the last few days of his life.
This time, Chris's dreams were less focused and not quite as vivid. At first, he dreamed of being his old male self going out to the movies with his dad. Before long, tornadoes and a plague of locusts got in their way, making their trek to the theater needlessly tricky and stressful.
Eventually, his dream shifted. The room was warm and dark, leaving him unable to see anything around him. Where am I? He thought in a haze. Suddenly, a warm hand appeared on his back. He almost panicked, but the physical touch somehow elicited a warm tingle and feeling of giddiness within him. The hand felt quite large and strong. Oh-- I'm just in bed with my mate, he thought to himself. That didn't seem right, but it was under the dream's logic. As the warm hand ran up and down his back, he immediately grew aware of his body's noticeable curve. He wanted to open his mouth to protest but couldn't bring himself to. He enjoyed this sensation of safety and closeness. This-- this is my mate, but this isn't right… Something was wrong.
"You're so beautiful, my love," a masculine voice called from the dark.
Chris was dumbfounded. He wanted to scream that he wasn't beautiful, but a voice in his head interrupted. It's nice to have a mate who finds me attractive. He thought, starting to blush. He felt his mate's hands grip him and gently place him on his back. As his thighs brushed together, he immediately realized something was wrong. He should have rubbed against his scrotum or dick.
"How did I end up with a girl like you, babe?" The male voice purred.
Chris's eyes widened. Her body was entirely female. She was now aware of the weight on her chest and the warm wetness between her legs. "Ahhh…" She gasped when she felt fingers trace over her inner thigh. All she could do was tremble while her nethers throbbed and ached with foreign sensation. This is wrong-- this shouldn't be me. As one of the mysterious man's hands slipped upward, excitement bubbled within her-- but why? As soon as he reached her breast, she understood why. He gave her tit a gentle squeeze and then pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb.
“Mmm--- oooh…” Chris squealed as electric zaps shot through her chest. A potent throbbing appeared at the apex of her feminine flower. Beyond that, a profound sense of emptiness washed over her. She wanted to be rubbed, touched, and filled by this man in the dark. No, no, no… I can't… I'm not a damn girl, I'm not, she continued protesting in her mind.
"You're so fun to tease."
Before Chris could fully process her mate's breathy words, she felt his fingers dip between her legs and slide into her wet, needy folds. "Eeeep!" Her legs trembled. How could it be so sensitive!? She hated how excited she felt as his fingers found her clitoris and gently pinched it.
Orgasmic waves began to crash over Chris, her mind going blank. She wasn't sure how much time had passed or if time had skipped forward, but soon she felt her mate positioning her and pulling her legs up. As he leaned forward, she felt a somewhat warm and fleshy push against the folds at the base of her moist crevice. He's going to fuck me-- I have to stop him! She panicked. Her body immediately betrayed her as she wrapped her legs around the strong male frame and pushed her hips up to make the insertion process easier. "Ahhhh…" She whimpered as the head slipped in. She wanted to scream, but the voices in her head urged her to breed with this man and accept mother nature's natural course.
Chris's eyes shot open as he sat in bed and looked around in every direction. Where was he? What was going on? He had a vague recollection of someone touching him in a dream. While the details faded, he was aware that the dream had been a bizarre combination of thrilling and utterly wrong.
"Fucking hell," he grunted, rubbing his temple. Was it morning already? He grabbed his phone and saw that it was eleven in the morning. It was as good a time as any to wake up. Without having the heart to check the mirror or changes, he got up and sat at his computer. After a few minutes of searching, he found the contact information Dr. Rowena gave him for psychiatric help.
"Humble Minds, huh?" He grumbled upon reading the name of the clinic. Without wasting further time, he drafted an email per the instructions. He included the facts about his transience and how much he struggled to accept the imminent changes. Maybe it would have been faster to call, but he wanted to avoid talking to people on the phone at any cost.
When that was done, he remembered texting Rodrick the day before. He grabbed his phone again and hesitated before reading the reply.
"Seriously, man? As soon as I'm free, I will come to hang with you. If there's anyone you can talk to about transience, it's me. Doesn't matter if you're turning into a giant slug; I'm here for you. I'll be free in a day or two. Do you need me to call you? HMU"
Chris felt a mind pang of relief. It wasn't like Rodrick would ever be weird about something like this, but he just felt so embarrassed and out of his mind. Feeling a familiar pressure between his legs, he put his phone away and got up to use the restroom, wholly lost in his head. He reached through the opening to grab his penis but, to his horror, quickly realized the situation he was in. It didn't seem like his cock had shrunk much since last time, but it was still only two inches in length-- or less, he didn't want to measure. His cheeks turned bright crimson, humiliation consuming him as he pulled his boxers down and sat.
He looked down to inspect himself, quickly finding the need to scooch his lower body forward as his budding tits obstructed the view. His cock looked pathetic, and the head looked pinker than average. He bit his lower lip, staving off sheer anger and frustration. How was this fair? This was a goddamn nightmare. He loved being a man-- living as a man, having sex as a man, and everything else. Now he couldn't even stand to take a piss. With a sigh of resignation, he relaxed his muscles to urinate.
That was when something strange happened. He felt and heard urine escape his body in an unsteady spurt, but nothing came from the tip of his penis. "W-- What the fuck?" He trembled, quickly sliding his fingers down to his scrotum. By this point, the fleshy sack had mostly receded and tightened against his pelvis. It wasn't completely gone yet, but it was getting there. Beyond that, there was now an even more noticeable crease right down the center. While still far from resembling a vulva, he knew it was only a matter of time. Partway down the crease, pee dribbled out into the bowl. His new urethra formed during the night, looking out of place. Once his labia were created and his vulva properly enclosed his new anatomy, it would probably look more normal.
“Oh-- oh fucking hell…” Chris stammered. This was not what he wanted to wake up to this morning. He carefully gripped his cock and tilted the tip upward, almost yelping due to how sensitive it was. As expected, his male urethra had completely sealed shut. Soon enough, his penis would be a tiny, fleshy bundle of nerves that rested atop his feminine flower, gently enclosed by warm folds.
Chris half-heartedly wiped, gritting his teeth in frustration as he pulled his shorts back up and left the bathroom. Seconds later, he sat on the couch in his living room, resting his face in both hands. What the fuck do I do? How do I react to this? He thought to himself. Gretchen's face and words repeatedly popped into his head amidst his mental turmoil. He clung to her every word, remembering this transformation's benefits. When that didn't help, he was about to yell angrily when a sudden realization hit him.
His heart rate immediately picked up as he pulled his face back and quickly picked up his phone. "I have to do this… Just get it over with," he reasoned. He clenched his left hand tightly, pulling up Gretchen's contact and giving her a call.
After only two rings, Gretchen answered. "Hey!!! What's up? Do you need anything?" She eagerly asked.
"Oh, well-- yeah… I guess I-- umm…” He tried to form his sentence but greatly struggled. "I can't keep doing this-- I need…" It was scary to say out loud. He felt like a child who couldn't swim standing at the edge of a diving board. Was he ready for this? It wasn't like it mattered if he was or not, though.
"Chris… Do you want me to come over? I think I know what you need," she soothingly responded.
"...Yes, please come spend the day with me. And the whole night while you're at it. I need your help; I don't want to sit here alone." His words dripped with desperation.
"Got it. I'm coming over in just a minute."
After exchanging goodbyes and hanging up the phone, Chris clasped his hands over his knees and stared at the floor with a blank expression. He couldn't believe he was really going to do this. If everything went as planned, he would be one hundred percent female by the next day. This would be the last night he had of anything resembling manhood, and he could trust no one other than Gretchen in such a vulnerable state.
CHAPTER END
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