Day Four Part 2.

Jay wasn't freaking out. Or at least, not as much as he should have been. He woke up to discover what he had feared - small breasts, a rudimentary vagina, and a vaguely feminine body and face.

He reflected that a week ago this would have been his worst nightmare, but today it didn't seem so bad. He felt comfortable in his new skin. Not just his skin, but his new life. Before, he had been a web designer and now he could barely operate Photoshop. He emailed in sick for the second day in a row, knowing that it would impact his performance review but not really caring.

Even his fight with Jenny felt distant. He liked Jenny, but he no longer had that romantic spark that made them partners. When her friend Claire called, he knew what to expect. He stared at the phone for a moment, then picked up. He held it to his ear and listened.

"Jay?" Claire's voice, hesitant and cautious.

"...I don't know."

He was surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. Of course he was Jay!

"You don't know? Who is this?"

He responded immediately. "Eve." Eve? Yeah, Eve. That felt right somehow. But it wasn't? "No, Jay. This is Jay." He was still Jay.

He heard a muted conversation between Claire and a woman he could only assume was Jenny. After a minute, Claire spoke again. "Whatever, lady. We're coming to see Jay and we want some answers. And if you're the slut he cheated on Jenny with, you can expect an ass-kicking when we get there." She hung up before he could respond.

Lady? She called him lady, but that wasn't right. He looked down at the bare breasts dangling from his chest. Maybe it was right. He felt like a lady, looked like a lady. Jay reached down to squeeze his tits. He massaged them for a moment, reveling in the novel sensation. He slowly slid a hand down his boxers.

Twenty minutes later there came a knock at the door. Jay had been laying in bed, discovering things about himself. He quickly washed his hands and ran to open the door.

"Holy shit, your tits!" Claire averted her eyes as he opened the door in just his boxers. Jenny just rolled her eyes and walked in. He shrugged noncommittally as Claire followed, trying not to stare at his chest.

He closed the door and turned around. The three stood in his living room awkwardly for a moment. Finally Jenny spoke.

"Ok, obviously something is happening to Jay and me. It may be related to Jay sleeping with a woman he met, since we both are starting to resemble her. Jay, does your new, uh, appearance continue to line up with hers?"

"It does." Jay affirmed. "I look a lot like her now. And Jenny's getting there too. Also," he blushed and looked down, "I think I'm starting to think like her."

"Yeah, what was that business about Eve on the phone? Who's Eve?" Claire asked suspiciously.

Jay sighed. "I think she is. Or I am. When you say the name,I get a flicker of recognition, like you're speaking to me. I also feel pretty at home in this body. I'm not wobbly or dizzy or anything. It's new but it feels like I know how to use it, if that makes any sense." He gave his new breasts an appreciative squeeze to underscore the point.

Claire rolled her eyes. "You might want to holster those things. They're kind of distracting. I guess you don't have any bras, though."

Jenny spoke up. "My bras don't fit me now either. I think this Eve person may be a B-cup. She's quite a bit more petite than me anyway. At least she's hot, though."

Jay reacted without thinking. "Thanks!" As soon as he said it, Claire and Jenny stared at him in surprise. He blushed again. "I guess I'm more Eve than I thought. It really seemed like you were talking about me."

Claire went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of liquor and three glasses. "If we keep going like this, I'm gonna need some booze." She started to pour shots but Jay crinkled his nose. "Uh, I don't really like bourbon. Wait, yes I do! This must be Eve again. I love bourbon, but the thought of it is really gross right now."

Jenny confirmed this. "I kind of want an appletini or a vodka red bull. Ugh, I hate vodka red bulls though. This is really weird." She thought of something and turned to Claire and gestured to Jay. "Do you have any clothes that might fit her?"

Claire looked over Jay's new body, causing yet another blush. "Maybe. Her boobs are a little small for now and she's shorter than me, but if she fills out I might. Do you mind?" She walked over to Jay an reached for his tits. He nodded and she hefted them a little bit. "God damn, these are perky. I'm a little jealous. But yeah, I should have something for you."

Jay pushed Claire's hands off of his chest. "I appreciate you girls playing dress up with me but I'd rather figure out how to reverse this than work on my new wardrobe."

Jenny frowned, her suspicions confirmed. "Jay, I didn't ask because I was worried about your clothes. I wanted to test something. Claire and I just referred to you with female pronouns and you didn't react at all. Why's that?"

He shrugged. "I mean, look at me. If I don't feel weird about having a pussy, I'm not gonna feel weird about being a she/her. Honestly, Eve feels more like my name than Jay at this point. I feel sort of like both people, but Eve feels more 'real' than Jay."

Claire looked thoughtful. "Jenny's been changing too. Jenny, do you feel the same way Jay does?"

Jay interrupted. "Let's stick with Eve."

Jenny shrugged. "I don't have any association with the name, but I also feel that sort of... I don't know, alienation? Like the cheating thing doesn't feel real. I still think Jay- Eve's a piece of shit, but I'm not really upset about it."

"Also, you've recently discovered a taste for pussy." Claire chimed in. "That's new."

Jay looked shocked. "Wait, you two- did you-" He turned pale. "You had sex?"

"Yeah, what about it, you cheating fuck?" Claire responded with a smirk. "You don't exactly have a right to complain." She grabbed Jenny by the waist and kissed her. "You don't like that, huh?" Jenny pushed her away. "Inappropriate, Claire!"

"That's not it. I don't care about that." Jay responded quietly. "Think about it. I had sex with this woman, and the next day I started turning into her. I had sex with Jenny, and now she's also turning into her. Claire, can I ask you something? What color are your eyes?"

Claire, with a stricken look on her face, whispered her answer. "Brown."

Jenny replied sadly. "Not anymore."