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As Chris slumbered, she was finally granted a welcome dream, or, at least, welcome compared to her recent experiences. In her dream, she was greatly distressed over her new, feminine form, but Gretchen comforted her and pulled her into a warm embrace. Gretchen pinned her down and slid her soft hands all over Chris’s pale, supple body. Chris was skeptical and aroused, but Gretchen shushed and pushed her fingers up Chris’s inner thigh.
Just as the dream started to get sexual, Chris stirred from her slumber. “Mmmm….” She shifted and pulled her legs up, curling under the blankets in a half-asleep state. Due to her grogginess, she had been granted a short reprieve from the crippling anxiety of unwanted womanhood. Unfocused Images of Gretchen flashed through her head, eliciting vague feelings of warmth and giddiness that washed over her freshly transformed body.
A few minutes later, she realized she was awake and grew aware of the warm bedding around her. ‘Just a few more minutes…’ Maybe she could return to the world of dreams rather than face reality.
Chris uncurled and rolled onto her back, the white linen sheet gripping every contour of her body. Her heart instantly sank as she remembered everything, a chill running down her spine. She was still thrown off by the way her waist and back curved inward before expanding at her ass and hips.
Her eyes opened as she stared at the feminine silhouette beneath the sheets and observed how her breasts were imprinted against the thin fabric. She let out a low sigh, putting a hand on her forehead as her mind raced faster than she could process. Familiar lamentations regarding her loss of manhood sprung up, but she gritted her teeth and quickly sat up, sitting cross-legged in bed.
“Ignore it,” she commanded herself. Moving her new body in just about any possible way would inevitably feel weird, so her only option was to put one foot in front of the other and face the day head-on.
Looking for a momentary distraction, Chris grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked her texts. Upon seeing a missed text from Gretchen, she promptly opened it to read.
“Hey, Chris! I read that giving those who underwent severe transience a balance of support and privacy is important! I’m running errands, but I’ll be close and stop by in a few hours. Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m getting you some clothes and other supplies.”
Chris yawned as she read the text and scratched her head. Gretchen always had an uncanny ability to figure out peoples’ clothing sizes with a glance, which was quite impressive. ‘Well, she is a seamstress,’ she mused, shifting her body to better ignore the warm void between her legs.
The next text was from Rodrick, which she eagerly opened. She hadn’t seen her best male friend in a while, so she hoped to see him sometime soon.
“Hey, hey! So, I kinda flew out to see you before I realized it would be stupid to show up at your doorstep as a surprise. I’ll be around whenever you want to hang out. How is everything? I’d love to bring a big bottle of mead over!”
Chris pursed her lips, taking a moment to process new information. Flying out on a whim certainly sounded like a thing Rodrick would do. She was about to text back and tell him to come over when she stopped and looked down at her body. Her heart rate picked up as she slowly pulled one of her knees up, wincing at the sensation of her breast pressing against her leg. Gretchen mentioned that her new form was cute; what would Rodrick think when he saw her? She broke into a cold sweat, imagining him offering condolences and looking at her with disgust and pity. A pang of self-directed frustration immediately followed as she shook her head and told herself to get a grip. She changed focus to her phone and began tapping away a response to Rodrick.
“I’m just going to be completely honest with you. The first leg of my transience is already over; apparently, I’ll also become a demi-human. Basically, I’m a girl now. Go ahead and let Gretchen fill you in.”
Her finger froze above the send button, her eyes scanning the message repeatedly. The fearful voice in her head demanded that she avoid exposing herself at any cost, but that would be wholly illogical and unhelpful. She briefly recalled the other year when she watched an episode of a transience-themed documentary series. A demi woman with blue skin had been discussing how people coped with severe transience; apparently, it was common for severe transient patients to adopt avoidant coping mechanisms at first. It wasn’t until they exited the denial phase that they could make genuine progress toward self-acceptance.
Chris hit send and then dropped her phone to the bed, raising her arms triumphantly. “Fuck yeah, I did it! I sent the message!” She cheered as lightly-colored hair fell on her face. Despite being thrown off by her voice, she was proud of herself for telling her family and closest friends the truth. Facing them in person as a woman was another story, but it was necessary to celebrate the small victories.
‘Okay, what now?’ She momentarily considered her options before getting up and walking to her desk. She flopped into her chair and blushed upon feeling the extra cushion. The feminine void between her legs made its existence abundantly aware whenever she had the misfortune of sitting with her legs together. Despite the minor convenience, not having a scrotum to adjust when she sat seemed more like a curse than a blessing.
She got down to business, pulling up Dr. Rowena’s website and signing into the patient portal. Fully understanding how important it was to get a checkup post-transience, she scheduled an appointment for the following day,
Afterward, she pulled up the information Dr. Rowena sent her regarding a psychiatrist specializing in transience. “Dr. Patel… I hope I don’t drive you insane,” she muttered as she drafted an email detailing her situation and sent it per the instructions on Dr. Patel’s website.
“Okay, I was productive. Awesome; a great start.” She spoke out loud, partially to acclimate to the stranger’s voice she had to hear every time she opened her mouth.
She twiddled her fingers in her hair and was briefly lost in thought as she contemplated her next move. As she fidgeted, she glanced at her lightly colored hair. Was it blond now?
A realization crept up on her. ‘I haven’t even seen my reflection yet.’ She had briefly checked out her body but hadn’t gotten a close look.
Chris stood to her feet, grunting in annoyance as she cursed under her breath. It would be dumb if she were the only person in her life who didn’t know what she looked like. Her hips swayed naturally with every step, and it took a moment for her to find her center of gravity. If she purposely tried to keep her hips and ass from moving, she only made life unnecessarily hard for herself.
She reached the mirror, eyes tightly clenched. She steeled her resolve and slipped her boxers off, her shirt soon following as it crumpled to the ground in a heap. ‘It’s just me. My body… It’s fine.’ She stood silently as the cool bedroom air gently caressed every contour of her petite, womanly shape. What if Gretchen was just being nice, and she actually looked weird? Maybe she had misshapen breasts or a deformed face. She intrinsically knew these worries were sewn in irrationality, but it was hard not to feel self-conscious.
After a bit, she finally opened her eyes, gazing into the mirror with bated breath and a surge of adrenaline.
Chris was first drawn to her face, feeling a burning need to look her new self in the eye. Her hair fell to her shoulders, turning very light, sandy blond, while her skin was pale and blemish-free.
“Oh-- wow…” She gasped in disbelief, brushing her fingers against her cheek. The face looking back at her was wholly girlish, with a small chin and nose. Instead of the squared, masculine features she previously had, her face was soft with round edges. Most strikingly, her eyes had become a deep, crimson red, with a set of thin, seemingly well-manicured eyebrows sitting above. She blinked, watching the girl in the mirror do the same. ‘She’s gorgeous,’ Chris mused in disbelief. Her eyes were just large enough to accent her face with an additional layer of feminine beauty.
Her breath rate picked up as she took a couple of shaky steps back and started a more thorough examination. She would guess her breasts were somewhere in the mid to upper B to C range, but she wasn’t an expert on these matters. She had gleaned that much from her inspection the day prior. The important thing was that she found herself attractive; it wasn’t like she wanted to be female, but she would rather find herself physically appealing if she had to be one. Still, a small voice in the back of her head urged her toward the path of self-doubt and loathing.
‘I’m a woman now.’
Chris winced, putting a hand over her face as she slowly inhaled. She had gone into her self-examination in high spirits but was suddenly overtaken by a peculiar mix of negative emotions she had never felt before. She lowered her hand and gazed back at her reflection, feeling an immediate disconnect. The person in the mirror wasn’t her. She saw a stranger; a gorgeous stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
Was it really okay to gawk at this young woman’s body? She glanced down at her breasts, holding her arms up as she examined her chest and limbs. The cute female body responded to commands just as her old body did. Maybe she was remotely controlling this body like a puppet. Or, perhaps, she was in the middle of a bizarre dream.
Chris shifted her weight to one foot, tightly gripping her wrist as she bit her lower lip. She would never see a man in the mirror again because she wasn’t one. “This isn’t a dream,” she muttered, trying to stave off the wave of numbness and uncertainty. The words of Gretchen floated through her mind, urging her to remember all of the positives. She was younger and healthier and had no back or body pain. She could see with extreme clarity and felt perfectly rested.
‘That’s good, right?’ It was nice not feeling any physical ailment other than the awkwardness of existing in a female body at all.
Having regained a semblance of sanity, Chris returned focus to the mirror and examined her body. Her back and sides tapered into a slim waist before curving outward to form her well-shaped ass and pronounced hips. Her torso was on the shorter side, with long, graceful legs despite her short height and supple thighs. She had the kind of body ratio she found incredibly sexy on other women. ‘I’m-- actually hot?’ A shiver went down her spine when she slid her hands down her hips. Her nipples hardened without warning, followed by a slight throb between her legs. There was only so long she could watch a hot, naked girl gawk at herself before getting riled up.
Chris had deliberately ignored the elephant in the room, or, rather, the lack of one.
“Ugh…” She sighed, finally glancing between her legs. Her smooth, porcelain skin tapered from below her navel, following her V-line down to s sparse mound of light pubic hair. Below that, she could barely make out a cleft that marked the start of her vulva. She had seen this once wonderful sight plenty of times in his life, most notably the one attached to Gretchen. Nothing remotely masculine remained, leaving her with an unfamiliar, milky warm tingle that permeated the folds of her moistened sex.
Heart pounding, Chris quickly walked away from the mirror and into the bathroom. She grabbed a hand mirror from the drawer, remembering that Gretchen left it a few months ago.
Seconds later, she dropped the mirror onto the mattress, sitting as she shoved some blankets and pillows against the headboard to lean upon. She then adjusted to a sitting with her knees up and legs spread. “Oh yeah…” She needed more lighting and leaned over to turn on a small lamp atop her nightstand.
She picked the mirror up in her left hand and silently questioned whether she should be doing this. Some of her still wanted to scream, cry, and curl into a ball while denouncing reality. She peered downward, staring past her breasts as she took in the shape of her hips and thighs. The fuzzy, prickly warmth between her legs began to feel sticky while a small point near the apex of her sex pulsed just slightly in response. She felt overwhelmed and close to panicking, but she instead gritted her teeth and shook her head. She hated the thought of being so weak-willed she couldn’t even look at herself.
Chris held the mirror a foot from her crotch and looked with much trepidation. Other than the small mound of pubic hair, her vulva was smooth and pale, with her folds neatly tucked. Her glistening, pink labia minora showed just slightly, nestled neatly within her labia majora.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she stared with a look of shock and awe. If her pussy was attached to someone else, she would have found it extremely hot. She opened her legs further, her vulva spreading to expose hidden treasures. A small, pink pearl laid a short way down from the apex, wrapped by a fleshy hood. Below that, she saw her urethra and grimaced at the reminder she would never again pee while standing, at least not without making a mess.
Last but not least, her vagina opened at the base of her new womanhood. She stared, desperately trying to process the onslaught of new information. Out of curiosity, she attempted to flex her muscles and let out a short gasp. Her pussy hole quivered in response, momentarily tightening before slackening to its original state. It wasn’t just the outside but her entire birth canal that twitched. As an ex-man, she wasn’t used to having such sensations deep within her pelvis.
Chris grunted and pulled a blanket over her lap, placing a hand on her forehead as she sighed in exasperation. Getting fresh air might help.
CHAPTER END
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