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 "Can I get you anything? Or-- umm… Can I do anything for you?" Gretchen gently inquired, lightly placing a hand on Chris's shoulder.

Chris shivered when Gretchen's soft hand brushed against her skin. "I-- I don't know yet, sorry," she bashfully replied before quickly wincing after the words flowed from her lips. Her soft, feminine tone threw her off. This is real. I'm actually a girl, huh? There would be no more ignoring reality. Despite her volatile emotional state, she had already decided to try to exist as a woman, at least in a social sense. She wasn't sure if she felt comfortable having others refer to her as 'he' and 'him' if she had become supremely feminine. If needed, she would rethink her approach later.

"Okay. Just let me know if you need me to get you anything or leave," insisted Gretchen as she pulled her hand away. She had an expression somewhere between concern and awe.

Chris's cheeks flushed when Gretchen's eyes stayed glued to her, especially considering both were still naked. A sudden thought occurred, causing her to wince. There are two naked women in the bed. I-- I am actually one of them. Well, fuck. Her heart pounded in her chest as she grabbed a blanket and snugly pulled it around her shoulders. She immediately shivered when the fabric caressed her sensitive skin, breaking into goosebumps immediately after. Just calm down. I knew this was coming. I knew there would be a lot of new sensations, she assured herself. She wasn't having a mental breakdown, so that was a good start. What would happen when the adrenaline wore off?

Chris finally let out a sigh and spoke. "All your staring is making me self-conscious," she cutely huffed. Wait, what? No! She cursed her own reaction as her face reddened. Her plan had been to let out an annoyed grunt, but the noise came out more like a cute pout.

"I'm soooorrry," Gretchen grumbled, turning her head away. "I just… I don't know what is and isn't okay to say yet. You probably aren't completely sure yet either, which is understandable."

"Yeah, fair enough," Chris replied, sliding her delicate fingers over her neck and probing where her Adam's apple used to be; her heart immediately sank. How long would it take to get used to sounding so soft and sweet? Others may hear her voice differently. "Umm, hey, Gretchen…" She shifted her eyes downward, unable to maintain eye contact out of embarrassment. "How do I sound? Is my voice weird or whatever?" She squeaked out her words, growing flustered as the question formed.

"What? No!" Gretchen enthusiastically chimed. "Your voice is amazing. You'd make an incredible vtuber."

Chris wasn't sure how to feel about that. She knew what vtubers were but wasn't exactly an expert on the subject. "I'm almost afraid to ask why you feel that way."

"You sound adorable so people would flock to your stream to hear you say cute things. Trust me, your voice is definitely that great!" Grethcen cheekily grinned, giving a thumbs up.

"I-- well…" Chris shifted under the blanket. When her legs pressed together, she was immediately aware of a profound emptiness between her legs. As a man, Chris had been used to feeling her junk at all times. She sometimes had to maneuver around her dick and balls to ensure they weren't squished. Now, however, her thighs closed with ease, not an ounce of resistance offered from the feminine flower tucked away between her legs. A sense of momentary panic set in, and she made the executive decision to distract herself from feeling anxious. "You seem to know a lot about vtubers. Are you a fan of cute girls with cute voices?" She teased, her lips curling into a weak smile as she tried to create more levity.

"What!? N-- No, of course not!" Gretchen blushed, puffing her cheeks as she turned away. "Well… I mean, yeah, I like cute girls with cute voices. And I guess I do like watching cute things and cute girls online. So, I guess I completely lied there, heh heh," she closed her eyes and flashed a warm smile.

"I suppose you're allowed to have your vices," Chris assured with a slight laugh. She slipped her fingers through her hair, which appeared to have gotten longer and shaggier, now going part way down her neck. Most strikingly, her hair seemed to be extremely light in color. It was hard to tell with the dim lighting. "Hey. Can you turn on another light?" She was almost afraid to explore her body, but it was impossible to completely ignore her curiosity. This was the body she would inhabit for the rest of her life.

Gretchen nodded. "Yeah, of course!" She stood up and stretched before walking to flip on the light switch. Her shapely, perky breasts bounced with every step while her hips swayed.

Chris couldn't help but admire how gorgeous Gretchen was; her ass and tits jiggled just slightly while remaining taut and firm. She previously would have started getting hard by this point; Gretchen's body was good for that. What initially felt like a familiar pressure manifested between her legs. The way her sex throbbed shared similarities with the feeling of having a rock-hard erection. Much to her dismay, some key differences quickly came to light. The pulsing was concentrated to a small point and was nestled right against her body. The surrounding area tingled with milky warmth and grew hot. Am I wet? An overwhelming wave of bewilderment consumed her as the lights flipped on, and Gretchen returned to bed. She didn't feel ready to confront her sexuality in this body yet. Even her nipples disobeyed her, hardening into sensitive points that ached.

"I'm glad to know you still think I'm sexy," Gretchen teased, giving a quick wink as she leaned over and kissed Chris's head.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Chris cried out, turning her head. Even if she didn't say it aloud, she immensely appreciated Gretchen's support.

"By the way. I've been admiring your hair since I turned the light on. I didn't quite expect that. Definitely ten out of ten." She crawled onto the bed and closed in on Chris to get a better look.

"I guess I'm glad you like it, but-- hey, what are you doing?" Chris asked as her dear friend stopped a couple of feet from her. She didn't blame Gretchen for getting swept up in the moment and forgetting the request for less staring. Gretchen definitely meant well, but it made Chris flustered when she got so close.

"Your eyes are incredible. I am a little jealous, to be honest," Gretchen sighed, letting out a playful huff before backing away to create space.

"Well. I guess I'd rather have you like the way I look," Chris muttered.

Gretchen gave a wide smile. "That's the spirit! I thank you're dealing with this well."

Was she dealing with this well? That's probably because I'm full of some much damned adrenaline, Chris mused. She lifted her arms for inspection, grimacing at how delicate and soft they appeared. It was also obvious she had lost a great deal of height since the transformation started. She turned her attention back to Gretchen, adjusting into a cross-legged position on the bed. Sitting this way felt odd now; maybe she was supposed to sit on her knees now. Women had very differently shaped hips, so it would take time to iron out the details.

"I think I need some time to myself. I know you will text or call away if I need anything." Chris smiled slightly.

"Yes, of course," promptly replied Gretchen. She swiveled her legs off the bed and stood, walking to the door. After placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned with a concerned expression. "You promise to let me know if you need anything, right? If you get a bad anxiety attack or feel really depressed or overwhelmed at any point, please tell me," she insisted in a stern yet gentle tone.

Chris genuinely appreciated Gretchen's seriousness about helping with the whole transience thing. "I promise I will, but please don't be too worried, okay? Far worse things could have happened to me; I'll get through this," she reassuringly promised.

Gretchen momentarily paused before nodding her head with a smile. "I'll help you do that. I'm letting you know now that I'll ensure you eat. Please let me know if you need anything," she insisted before leaving and carefully closing the door behind her.

After Gretchen left, Chris blankly stared at the closed door, still cross-legged on her bed. On the one hand, she genuinely did want some alone time to process her feelings after finishing the first leg of transience. On the other hand, being alone meant being isolated with her own thoughts without the distraction of a beloved female friend to keep his spirits up.

She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled. Moments later, she exhaled and repeated the process. Her heart still raced, unrelentingly pounding and keeping her at a high level of anxiety. When her legs began to cramp, she flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling with her limbs sprawled out. "Inhale…" She muttered under her breath, continuing to breathe slowly to curb the physical symptoms of panic that rained down on her emotional state. As she lay there, she gradually grew aware of her body. She wasn't going out of her way to explore, but avoiding all the new sensations that simply came from existing in a female body was impossible. She felt her blanket hug the delicate curves of her body. Her breasts imprinted upon the fabric and showed off an outline.

The longer she passively lay there, the more oddities she detected. She felt how much more padded her rear was and how her spine formed a delicate, feminine back curve. Most upsetting, though, was the profound feeling of emptiness she felt when the blanket caressed her inner thighs and laid over what used to be her penis and testicles.

"Ugh…" Chris wanted to get a better look despite feeling a twinge of terror at the prospect of facing her newfound womanhood head-on. She sighed, shoving a pillow behind her back to create some elevation. From this position, she could stare straight down and see the entire shape of her feminine body silhouetted. Her mouth hung open as she took increasingly ragged breaths. How-- how is this me? The figure under the blanket had breasts and curves. There was undeniably a woman in his bed.

She had spent the last few days freaking out and lamenting her loss of bodily autonomy. It was as if some cruel god afflicted her with this curse as an act of sadism. She had felt so absolutely helpless, but now the male-to-female portion of transience was complete. How was she supposed to confront all of the people in her life? She imagined explaining her transience to everyone who knew her as a man while they offered shocked expressions and sympathies. Honestly, she was scared of being pitied and treated differently by her friends and loved ones.

When she shifted her legs, she could not ignore the sticky honeypot between her legs that tingled with milky warmth. She was still aroused from when Gretchen strutted across the room. Another thought suddenly entered her mind and caused her blood to run cold. There would be no more erections or burying his dick into Gretchen's tight body ever again. If she ever wanted to start a family and pass down her genetics, the only option would be for her to be a mother. All these negative thoughts swirled in her head like a mighty tempest, her hands tightly clenching the bedding in her hands. If she wasn't careful, her emotions would boil over and overpower her sense of reason.

"Getting upset and freaking out won't help a damn thing," Chris muttered to herself. She needed to remove the blanket and expose the naked, transient woman underneath. There was no way in hell it could be healthy to stubbornly reject her body for the foreseeable future. Whether she liked having a pussy or not, she would live this way for the rest of her life. "I'm a fucking girl? So what?" It wasn't that bad, right? Tons of people were girls; some of her closest friends and top role models were women. I can still do my job. I can still play the same video games, read the same books, eat the same food, laugh with the same friends… She cycled through a list of positives in her head, psyching herself to the point where she could remove the blanket and get a good look at herself.

She knew taking that leap of faith would be more challenging if she didn't rip the metaphorical bandaid off. Fuck it. She gritted her teeth and pulled the blanket away. The cool air immediately enveloped her, smothering every inch of her sensitive flesh.

When she saw herself, there was an immediate disconnect in her head. It was as if she were in virtual reality, and this wasn't her real body. She spent her whole life as a masculine being, so it was hard to register the pale, supple body displayed before her as her own. “O-- oh…” She stared down in utter disbelief. Her breasts remained perky despite her lying position, each nipple a rosy pink color and hardened to a point. She couldn't help but wonder what size they were. A small C-cup? Her chest mounds rose and fell as she took slow breaths, jiggling ever so slightly. Her sides tapered down into a small waist before flaring out at the hips. This new body was petite but supremely feminine.

She moved a trembling hand to her left breast and clasped it as gently as possible. "Ahh…" A shiver went down her spine as she broke out into goosebumps. That slight touch clearly showed how sensitive her nipples were, though they hopefully wouldn't be that sensitive once the initial side effects from transience wore off. Her initial panic had melted away by this point, replaced by a new coping mechanism. At this very second in time, Chris wasn't looking at herself. This was just a costume or a puppet she controlled. She was inspecting something separate from herself. Those legs… She peered down at her pale, porcelain thighs. They looked so soft and perfect, exactly the type she would love to put her hands on in any other situation.

A realization dawned on her as she looked at herself from this disconnected point of view. This body is pretty hot… Chris mused in bewilderment before sitting up slightly more. She had been trying to avoid the giant elephant in the room, but it grew more complicated to do so by the minute. The skin below her navel was smooth, tapering down to a featureless mound with just a hint of pubic hair. She could barely make out a small cleft that marked the apex of her womanhood.

She couldn't take her eyes away. The defensive wall she put up cracked and gradually crumbled to duet. She wasn't puppeting a marionette or pretending to be a cute anime girl in VR chat. This was real. The female body she had been touching and staring at for the last few minutes was hers. If this woman wasn't her, she wouldn't feel a tight, damp throbbing sensation between her legs.

Holy shit. I'm a girl. I have a pussy-- and tits-- FUCK!

A deep sense of panic set in as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Chris couldn't just sit there and gawk at herself, or she'd freak out. She quickly decided to find a shirt to put on and stood on her feet. The change in her center of gravity was immediately apparent. She took a few steps forward, wobbling as her well-shaped ass and hips swayed. Much to her chagrin, she realized every step she took in this body would remind her that his life had irreparably changed. As she walked to the dresser, a cacophony of unwanted, feminine sensations completely consumed her. When her hips and butt moved, she also felt her moistened sex pulse. Her new breasts also bounced and weighed on her chest.

Chris stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes tightly as she fought back the tears. She was never one to cry, but a combination of hormones and a traumatic situation overpowered any remaining semblance of inner strength. She placed her hands over her face and internally cursed her own weakness. I don't want to fucking cry-- come on…  She grunted, sniffling as her hands and face dampened.

If turning into a girl wasn't the end of the world, then why on earth did she feel this way? She started to realize how important it would be to schedule a psychiatry appointment as Dr. Rowena recommended.

Chris was suddenly aware of the uncomfortable pressure deep within her body. It felt close to her new genitals, but it wasn't sexual in any way. Thankfully, Chris wasn't dumb and immediately realized what was going on. Her cheeks flushed a bright shade of scarlet as she recalled how awkward urination was the other day. Now, her vulva was fully formed, and she would have to pee in her entirely female body for the first time.

"Uggh… I don't want to do this," she grunted, still standing near her dresser. She still felt scared and upset but refused to act weak and pathetic over something as trivial as pissing. All men and women had to do it, so what if her new urethra was tucked away within her labia? Was she going to just never pee again? It didn't work that way.

She released a deep, frustrated sigh and opened her dresser, pulling an oversized, white tee shirt on. She deliberately ignored how it felt against her breasts as she went to the bathroom. Women might as well have been an alien species considering how unnatural something as simple as walking to the toilet now felt. On the way there, she deliberately avoided all mirrors. She was trying to take this transition one step at a time; inspecting her new face could wait a minute.

"Deep breaths…" She grumbled, standing in front of her toilet. It's just a normal bodily function. It's fine. After working through her trepidation, she took a sweat on the toilet bowl and was immediately thrown off by how her ass spread over the porcelain. This motion caused her labia to separate with a sticky noise. "Ergh," she took a sharp breath as cool air blanketed her now-exposed inner labia. She would have to get used to this, even if it seemed impossible.

How did this work? Probably much like it did as a guy, right? She just had to loosen the muscles around her urethra and let the pee flow right out. As a guy, her whole dick felt it when her bladder was full. Now she felt a similar sensation of discomfort within her new sex. It's not rocket science; just do it. Her cheeks flushed as she clasped her hands over her knees. Even though this body was hers, she felt deeply embarrassed, as if she was doing something inappropriate.

Chris finally gave in and relaxed her muscles. She shuddered as urine sprayed from the opening and pelted the toilet bowl. A familiar sensation of relief overtook her as the uncomfortable pressure lessened. However, her embarrassment only intensified when she felt the warm fluid spatter against her vulva. It began to make sense why women had to wipe every time. "H-- How full are you?" She grunted at her bladder in frustration, eager to quickly end her first bathroom visit as a woman.

When the stream finally ended, she reflexively flexed her crotch muscles and tried to push out any remaining drops. By this point, she was emotionally drained and ready to avoid the toilet for as long as possible. She stared at the toilet paper for a solid ten seconds before letting out a frustrated sigh and ripping a few squares off to fold up. When the absorbent material gently pressed into her wet folds, she took a sharp breath and clenched her free hand. Her body was still sensitive after completing transience, so her whole sex tingled and quivered as it was dried.

After a few more seconds, Chris dropped the toilet paper into the bowl and pushed her legs together. She wrapped her arms under her chest and tightly closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to scream in frustration. All of these sudden, drastic changes were too much to bear, and it was really starting to sink in how permanent life as a woman was.

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