He doesn't take it particularly well.

James breathing grew more shallow as his mind grew more chaotic again, the relative calm that Charlie's professionalism had brought quickly evaporating. His thoughts began racing, almost directionless; if they didn't believe he had taken something, how were they supposed to help him? They were supposed to help him!

Blackness began encroaching on the edge of James' vision as his throat closed up, panic gripping him, but before he could collapse, James felt a warm, soft hand grasping his own.

"Lily? Lily, are you alright?" Raising his head, James looked into the worried eyes of Charlie. Why was she looking at him like that? She was the one that was getting it all wrong, she was the one that was basically condemning him to...

"I-- I've got to get out," James stammered, his unbearably girly voice sounding strangled. Stumbling to his feet, he shook of Charlie's hand and staggered out of the examination room, the words of a worried, hushed conversation behind him lost to his ears. With every step, his jiggling ass and bouncing tits reminded him of what he was now, of what he would likely forever be. If they couldn't tell that something was wrong with him, they'd never believe that James had been turned into a girl even if he told them, and then...

Tears welled up in James' eyes once more, a wracking sob forcing its way out of his throat as he passed the reception. Rob wasn't there, but James barely noticed, staggering on until he passed the automatic doors to the outside, warm air washing over him. His tears flowed over his cheeks again, and all James wanted was to lie down and cry; cry until he slept or died of dehydration - anything for this to end. Instead, he walked haltingly to a bench off to the side of the ER entrance and plopped down heavily, the generous mounds on his chest once again reminding him of their terrible existence by slapping against his body. They were amazing, huge and shapely, but they were on his body! They weren't supposed to be there!

Before James could think himself into a downward spiral again, someone sat down beside him. Through the curtain of tears clouding his vision, James saw Charlie, the beautiful, compassionate, oh so very mistaken Charlie in her nurse scrubs. James didn't want her here, he wanted... she was...

Before he could finish the thought, Charlie wrapped her arms around James and pulled the petite, distraught girl - at least to her eyes - to her chest, cradling the back of James' head gently as she rested it against her shoulder. The sudden closeness and warmth of another body made James freeze for a second, but then he began bawling and gripped Charlie's scrubs tightly, pulling himself even closer.

"It's alright, shhh, let it all out," Charlie cooed, making soothing noises as she caressed James' head, not caring about the snot and tears getting on her clothes.

They remained like this for a while. James could not have guessed for how long - all sense of time was lost as he wailed and sniffled, Charlie continuing to whisper and coo to him all through it. It didn't matter to James anymore that she was so very wrong about his situation - after all, what had happened was pretty crazy, and it wasn't really fair to expect the nurse to realize. She was going above and beyond for an absolute stranger after all.

"It's over... it's all over," James mumbled into Charlie's shoulder after his tears had finally dried up. His life as he knew it was gone, lost forever.

"Yes, but now you can begin anew," Charlie replied softly. "He's gone now. It might be daunting to start over after that kind of stuff, but I believe you can do it, Lily."

Even though Charlie was talking about something completely different from James, the sincerity in her voice touched his very soul.

"Y-you think so?" he sniffled, voice very small.

"I know so." Charlie answered with certainty. "People are stronger than they give themselves credit for. I see it every day."

"Thanks," James replied, voice hoarse from crying. And he meant it. This was the first time since his transformation - or ever, in fact - that someone had talked to him so encouragingly and positively. It felt like James had been dying of thirst without even knowing, and Charlie was now giving him water for the first time in his life.

"Don't worry about it," the nurse replied, taking a deep breath through her nose. Her hug grew tighter, almost possessive for a second before her arms relaxed. "How are you feeling?"

"Terrible," James sighed. But that wasn't the whole truth. "And... good."

"I know what you mean. I feel the same after a good cry. Listen, we can stay like this however long you want, my shift is over, but Doctor Singh wanted to do some more tests, and maybe a psych eval..." Charlie began, but James shook his head against the nurses body.

"M-mh, I don't really want to go back in." After all, if there were no obvious signs of anything wrong with him after such a drastic change, they probably wouldn't... wait. His blood! The lab might find something, and then... immediately James mood improved, and he managed a weak smile. "It's just... I... I only came because..."

"I understand." Charlie's warm smile made James' heart skip a beat behind his bountiful breasts. "But... do you have somewhere to go?"