Cutscene: after the game at school

Just a small cutscene of after the game, felt like it.

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Jessica sheepishly stood before the door of her classroom. She was already 30 minutes late, but given her circumstances, they would understand. She clutched her books to her chest as if it could help hide her new bosom, and was careful to not appear in view of the windows of the classroom, not while she wasn't ready. She took a deep breath. Everything felt so unfamiliar - so wrong. She recounted the last round of the game - that darned game! - that she played 3 weeks ago. On the last round, it was clear she would remain a girl forever. She collapsed on the ground, heaving and hot, when the last card on the deck announced it.

Thank you for playing!

For John, congratulations on your new body! As a parting gift, you may now choose one reason for the world to make sense of your change.

1. You have a rare non-transmittable sex-change disease

2. You fell into a strange pond in the woods that changed your sex

3. You underwent a successful surgery

No matter what you choose, the world will believe you. This will rewrite everyone's memories except your own, including your friends'. They will not remember or retain any indication that you have played this game at all. Choose wisely!

John (that was her name then, still she felt it reside in her more) took a moment before she could register the weight of what she was hearing. She started to cry. She wept for a few minutes before realizing that this was the final mercy of the game, that it had taken her malehood away from her, but at least she wouldn't have to explain to the world what happened.

In the end, she chose the first option.

Suddenly, she woke up in a hospital bed. Her fingers traced the plastic tube feeding oxygen through her nostrils, and she felt weakness in her limbs and her breath and her eyelids. Her mom held her hand, tears in her eyes, echoing "he's awake, he's awake..."

"What?" she said, in a unfamiliar, frail voice.

Then she remembered the game. In an instant she raised the covers of the hospital bed, and was greeted by two mounds of flesh on her chest, clad in a papery hospital gown. She looked at her hands, her fingers, and confirmed it was feminine. Damn. She had a glimmer of hope that all of that was just a dream, a nightmare she could wake up from.

Her mom, seeing her shock at her new body, wailed some more. Her dad tried to comfort her. "Well, old chap," he said, "Guess you're Jessica now."

Jessica spent the next week recovering and getting used to her new body. She had friends visit. Aaron, Ben and Camille expressed their sympathies. She tried, but she could no longer look at them the same way. It was true, they remembered nothing, were completely normal and had no effects at all from the game - they told her they had been playing the Xbox at Camille's house when she suddenly fainted, and when she wasn't waking up they called an ambulance.

Apparently the doctors and nurses had it in their books. Sexmorphism, they called it. Incredibly rare, affects one in a billion.

She didn't want to go to school again, to face the horror of meeting everyone with her new found body, but time was ticking and she knew she had to go sooner or later. So here she was, in a sundress (she figured if she was feminized she might as well go all the way), no makeup (she didn't want to learn how) and a tomboyish stance in the school hallway as if she was a foreign transfer student on her first day.

She gulped, and opened the door. Quietly, like a lamb. But the whole class became silent as she peeped, and slowly ventured in. Mr. Hopkins too stopped and was speechless at her entry. Muttering whispers sounded in the back ranks.

"Is it really him?"

"Wow."

"Jessica!" Mr. Hopkins snapped himself out of his daze. "Everybody give it up for Jessica!"

The room applauded, but she had a feeling it wasn't all a friendly party. She was now starting to regret not being very amicable before - although she generally minded her own business she had inadvertently made a few enemies. She couldn't bear to look them in the eyes.

She went to take up her seat, next to Camille.

"Good to see you back," she said with a confident smirk, and that instantly brought back the memories of them... when they were still in that studio room playing the game. Her confident gazes, the way she commanded her. The way they kissed and inhaled each other's heat, the way they explored each other, her legs clinging onto her waist... the moans, the rhythm, the touch...

No, snap out of it.

"Yeah, thanks," Jessica said, feeling again the little wetness in her crotch. Damn! This was another problem - those pesky effects that she would have to live with. But Camille laid a hand on her shoulder that she had never done before, and the look on her face - did it suggest something more? Jessica could only smile sheepishly in return. "Camille, I'm so glad to see you too."