Continue (Things remain okay)

You decide to stay and plan your future with your parents and sister. Between your two parents, they happen to know people or people that know people that could help you transition into your new life with respects to all the paperwork. You were going to have to see a doctor to test your blood to see if only your appearance had changed or if it had gone further, and to provide necessary documentation.

Things seemed better after that, at least from the low they already had hit. You began learning more about what it meant to be a girl, mostly from Gwen and a bit from your mother. Your mother, as predicted, had begun creating baby clothes of all kinds in different colors. Your dad, as predicted, found your change fascinating. He had all sorts of different questions for you and he spent a lot of time with his face in research of some kind or another. You held on to a little hope that he might find you a way out.

Your relationship with Gwen didn't change, but you kept it a secret from your parents. The two of you just seemed comfortable getting each other off. Your body had seemed to settle down too, your urges becoming less frequent and usually more manageable.

The days slipped by, three weeks had passed since you changed. Waking up to a fresh morning, you check your calendar and gasp.