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Chris took a deep breath, standing before her apartment’s front door. It wasn’t too late to hide in bed, right?
“Come on, let me in!” Gretchen huffed from the other side. “I brought some things for you!”
“Yeah, yeah; okay…” Chris stepped forward and opened the door.
Gretchen excitedly burst into the room with a broad smile, bags of clothes in each hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing you again,” she giggled as she sat the bags down and turned toward her dear friend. She wore a pale pink sundress with off-shoulder sleeves and white accents. A pair of cute, pink Mary Jane shoes covered her feet.
Chris blushed, noticing how quickly Gretchen’s eyes scanned her body. “What? Do I look strange?” She asked self-consciously, covering her chest with an arm as she clutched her shirt’s sleeve. Her sensitive breasts momentarily tingled from the contact, eliciting a wince. ‘This will take some getting used to.’
“What? No! You don’t look strange-- not even a little,” Gretchen quickly responded, closing the gap between them.
Before Chris could reply, Gretchen took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She logically knew that Gretchen’s hands were petite and feminine, but they felt much more prominent than before. Chris didn’t want to admit it, but her hands were slightly smaller than Gretchen’s. “Is there a reason you’re holding my hand?” She huffed, turning her head away in embarrassment.
Gretchen blinked and tilted her head. “Because I like you, and your hands are soft,” she responded with a cheeky grin.
Chris was constantly taken off guard by just how supportive and excitable Gretchen was. “I don’t know if I like being smaller than you,” she lamented, Though it wasn’t like she disliked Gretchen’s touch. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what did you g-- ugh…” She grunted, pulling away from Gretchen as she probed soft skin over her throat.
Gretchen took a step back. “Is something wrong?” She asked with concern.
“No, nothing is wrong-- well, a lot is wrong, but nothing beyond what you’d already expect.” Chris paused after her sentence and pursed her lips. “It’s just my damn voice… Every time I open my mouth, a girl speaks. I’m not used to it yet.” She could add her vocal quality to the long list of things she still hadn’t adjusted to.
“Well, if it means anything, your voice is--,” Gretchen stopped mid-sentence and held her hands together with an expression like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Chris crossed her arms. “My voice is what?”
“I’m trying to be good-- I shouldn’t.”
“Just say it! I know what you want to say, so just do it.”
“Okay, okay!” Gretchen chuckled as she leaned in and pulled Chris into a gentle hug. “Your voice is amazing and adorable.”
“Ugh,” Chris blushed as she felt Gretchen’s warm embrace. She felt a peculiar sense of warmth and security with the height and size difference between them. The fact Gretchen smelled like delicious cinnamon and vanilla was also a bonus. “You know, I was expecting you to walk on glass around me after I changed… You’re a lot to deal with sometimes, but I’m-- well.” She struggled to find the right words, growing bashful as she hid her face against Gretchen’s shoulder.
“We’ll have to do this more often. You’re just so easy and fun to hold,” Gretchen teased, resulting in another groan from Chris. “In all seriousness, I would never act weird around you,” she promised. “If I’m ever too much or doing something that makes you uncomfortable, you’ll just tell me, right?”
Chris felt a little silly when Gretchen put it so simply. “Of course.” She rested against the taller woman for another minute, keeping her eyes closed while enjoying the fleeting sense of warmth and sanctuary provided. While adjusting to her new form would inevitably take time, the constant stream of adrenaline pumping through her veins had lessened along with her heart rate. The worst parts of her ordeal had been the anticipation of transience, the actual transformation, and the first moments in her fully-female body. She managed to tell her family, Rodrick, and Gretchen, of her predicament, the latter of whom seemed giddily excited over the prospect of spending time with a newly-female Chris.
On the bright side, she was increasingly aware of her renewed vitality. She wasn’t tired, and there were no random aches and pains. “You brought clothes, right? Can you pick something for me to wear so I can get changed?” She was equal parts eager and apprehensive to go out in public like this, but she ultimately understood how counterproductive it would be to sit around and mope all day.
“I can pick? In that case, I have just the thing!” Gretchen let go of Chris and knelt to open one bag.
“Something modest and not overtly feminine, by the way,” Chris accusingly added.
Gretchen pursed her lips, stopping in her tracks as she stared at Chris with puppy eyes. “Fiiiiine.” She moved to a different bag and pulled out a women’s red tee shirt, a pair of jeans, and a couple of other articles of clothing.
“You were going to put a dress or cute short-shorts on me, weren’t you?” Chris demanded, shaking her head.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know me at all, hahaha…” Gretchen played coy before breaking out into actual laughter. “Just a fair warning. No matter what you wear, you won’t be able to completely obscure that shape of yours. You have really nice hips-- and curves, for that matter.” With that, she handed the clothes to Chris.
“I know you’re complimenting me, but I still don’t know how to feel about having nice hips and curves,” Chris muttered, shifting on her feet with a slight wobble. She still hadn’t fully acclimated to her new center of gravity and hip-centric body movements.
“Just let me know if you need help,” Gretchen smiled.
Chris stood in her room a few minutes later and reluctantly began to strip. Now that she had calmed down, a hunger pang assaulted her empty stomach. She had a legitimate appetite for the first time since finishing her leap into womanhood. “What should we get for lunch?” She mused, recalling how limited her diet had been. Red meat could be an issue due to ulcers and cholesterol, while carbs lead straight to weight gain. From what she had researched, going on a food exploration journey was a popular post-transience activity since tastes could change, and frequently, one would no longer have the same diet restrictions.
She grabbed the underwear shorts Gretchen gave her and pulled them on while daydreaming about food. When she pulled the garment over her hips, the taut cotton snapped against Chris’s crotch, causing her to let out a startled squeak. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed her fear. What she thought to be a garment akin to boxers were actually ‘boy shorts,’ which gently hugged her ass, thighs, and vulva.
A quick glance at her body sent a shiver down her spine. She feared she might accidentally turn herself on if she spent too much time in front of the mirror. There were plenty of conflicting emotions over the fact she was put in the body of a woman she would personally consider a ten out of ten in any other situation. “What a pain,” Chris grumbled, deciding to deal with the boy shorts and get new underwear later.
A minute later, Chris had her jeans up and buttoned. They were more snug than she would have liked but also loose enough to deal with it. She reached for her shirt and found an object wrapped up in the red fabric. It was, much to her horror, an athletic bra.
She froze, her mind momentarily going blank. After a moment, she lifted the bra and held it before her with shaky hands while she considered her options; it only took one begrudging glance downward to realize she likely didn’t have small enough breasts to go braless. The prospect of strangers seeing her nipples poking through her clothes while her tits flop around was highly unpleasant.
There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Gretchen’s voice. “Hey! I know a lot of this stuff might be new and spooky. Please let me know if you need any help,” she warmly stated.
Chris’s face reddened as she sighed and looked toward the door. “You just want an excuse to feel up my naked body, don’t you?” A slight smirk spread across her face as she spoke.
“W-- What??” Gretchen responded in an exaggeratedly offended tone. “I would never do such a thing. And, even if I did, who could blame me for wanting to get close to such a cute girl?” She purred before giggling.
A fuzzy, warm tingle bubbled within Chris as Gretchen spoke. ‘Why is she always calling me cute now!?’ She lamented while her lips remained curled into a smile. “Shut up; I don’t want to be a stupid cute girl,” Chris half-heartedly grumbled. “I’ll be out soon; make sure you have everything ready to go out.”
“Okay! I’ll see you shortly,” Gretchen chimed before walking off.
A couple of minutes later, Chris had reluctantly but successfully gotten the bra clasped into place. When it snapped into place, her nipples throbbed and caused her to shudder. “Ergh…” She picked at the straps and then adjusted her breasts while considering their sensitivity. She had always respected women for dealingF with bras, periods, and other female bullshit. Existing in this feminine state only reinforced those feelings.
When Chris entered the living room, she held her hands before her waist and bit her lip. “I’m ready to go,” she insisted, turning her body away from Gretchen. The red women’s tee fit her body nicely, showing off the shape of her back and breasts. ‘I should have just put on an oversized hoodie.’ The only issue was that her old, male clothes fit like a tent on her body.
“Yay!” Gretchen cheered, trotting over to Chris. She did a quick circle around her dear companion before stopping.
Chris watched as Gretchen stood before her, looking intently with a hand on her chin. She was going to ask her to stop staring but changed her mind at the last moment. “Gretchen… How do I look?” Gretchen would always be Gretchen; Chris had to pick her battles wisely.
“Do I have to say it? Those aren’t even deliberately sexy clothes, and you look amazing.” She slid an arm around Chris’s waist and pulled her close.
“H-- Hey!” Chris squealed as she was pulled against Gretchen, who was now sliding her hand up Chris’s side. A slight throbbing manifested between her legs, followed by her nipples hardening. “Please be careful; bodies are really sensitive right after transience!” She squirmed, letting out a slight huff. ‘Can’t I go two minutes without being inundated with bizarre physical sensations?’
“Oh yeah, I did hear that.” Gretchen removed her arm and instead grabbed Chris’s hand. “Sorry, I’m such a hot mess!”
“You’re a bit of a pain, but I’m thrilled you’re just as ‘you’ as ever despite my current situation,” Chris assured before letting a small laugh. Gretchen made for a perfect distraction, one she was quite grateful for.
“I’m excited to hear that.” Grethen flashed a warm, loving smile.
Chris swooned from the sweet expression and looked away from Gretchen. ‘She hasn’t lost her ability to fluster me… That’s a good sign, at least.’ It was comforting to know she was still sexually attracted to her. “Lead the way. I have some appointments tomorrow, so it’s up to you to help me relax and feel better,” she teased while playfully pouting.
Gretchen swayed her hips, looking at Chris with a giddy expression. “Chris, that pouting of yours…”
Chris turned beet-red. “W-- What about it? And I’m teasing you, not pouting!”
“Never mind, it’s nothing.” She smiled before quickly changing the subject. “Do you want me to try to use magic to cast an illusion over your appearance?”
Chris froze. It would be much harder now to obscure her appearance and masquerade as a man. She didn’t feel ready to face the world as a woman, but she was also incredibly stubborn. “What good would living a lie do me? If I could turn back into an actual man, sure. But that’s not possible.”
Gretchen cast a sympathetic look and placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “If I turned into a man, I wouldn’t be handling it half as well as you are. I’m extremely proud of you, Chris.”
Chris grew more flustered and looked off to the side. “I appreciate it. I can promise you that I’m screaming on the inside; it’s only because of you that I have any semblance of sanity.”
“You’re selling yourself way too short,” Gretchen added as she shook her head. “You’re doing everything right, sugar. You set up appointments with the doctor and a Psychiatrist. You told me, Rodrick, and your whole family. Not only that, but you’re not shutting yourself away and wallowing. You’re extremely resilient and strong-willed.”
Chris’s heart skipped a beat. Gretchen’s genuine words of warmth and admiration meant a lot to her. “I’m a girl now, not dead or dying. Ultimately, I gained a decade of life and basically got a cheat code back to perfect health, right? I feel like ‘I’d have to be a huge loser to scream and whine over having a pussy.” She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. “I’m not saying that anyone who falls into an awful transience-induced depression is bad or weak-- it’s just a personal thing when considering my specific circumstances.” Despite her confident words, she was still concerned for the weeks ahead. Dysphoria, anxiety, and panic could strike at any time. She also wasn’t sure if she was in shock or if all of her apparent strength was utterly genuine.
“You fuckin’ rock, dude,” Gretchen grinned.
Before Chris could reply, Gretchen cupped her chin without warning and leaned into her lips. A wave of blissful warmth cascaded through her body as she instinctively leaned into Gretchen’s lips. For just a moment, everything else in the world melted away. Male or female, she still had the support of the most influential people in her life.
After a bit of time, Chris pulled away, completely breathless. “What do we want for lunch?” She murmured, trying to maintain her composure while changing the subject. That had been the first time she shared a loving kiss while in a female body.
“Are you in the mood for anything? Do you have an appetite?”
Chris touched her cheek and skimmed her mental catalog of food. What was she hungry for? Her rumbling stomach demanded sustenance. She recalled a few months prior when they ate a feast of Korean Barbecue. The thought of shoving her face full of delicious meat was tantalizing and caused her mouth to salivate. “That Korean Barbecue place? I-- I think I’m craving meat and protein.”
“Sounds good to me. Meat, huh?” Gretchen looked at Chris carefully and squinted her eyes. “Can you open your mouth? I thought I noticed something, and I want to take a look.”
Chris raised an eyebrow but decided to obey her request. “Like this? What is it?” She opened her mouth, allowing Gretchen to get a closer look.
“I was right,” Gretchen exclaimed, carefully examining Chris’s teeth before pulling back again. “Your canine teeth are pretty sharp. That’s one of the early signs that someone could be turning into a carnivorous animal-based demi.”
‘A carnivorous animal, huh?’ Chris mused, reaching up to touch one of her canine teeth. She recalled how adorable Dr. Rowena was; maybe there were worse things in the world. “Damn-- huh…” Every time she began to process all available information, a new dump truck of data was unloaded into her brain.
Her face contorted into a sly grin. “Promise you won’t forget about me if you become a cute cat or dog girl and make it big as a streamer. I won’t be able to keep up with your fame.”
“I can’t make any promises. I won’t have time for small fry anymore after my cat girl ASMR YouTube channel takes off,” Chris quipped in response, still unable to rid the sight and scents of delicious barbecue from her brain. All things considered, today hadn’t been too awful so far.
After a little more joking, Gretchen stopped dead. “Oh, yeah! I talked to Rodrick, by the way!”
Chris let out a low breath. “Oh yeah? What did he say?” She knew it wouldn’t be anything bad, but she couldn’t help but feel nervous.
CHAPTER END
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