He takes an X-Change right then and there

Carter gets his jacket and takes out the bottle of Pink Basics. Already in his hand is a bottle of water he took from the kitchen. “By doing this,” Carter says and pops a pill and chases it down with water. I lean forward as before my eyes, Carter starts changing. First is his hair, which grows long, long enough hat it passes the top half of his spine. His torso loses its manly definition as his rib cage alters, his waist shrinks and his breasts soften and expand. In the process, his pants fall down, revealing a pair of boxers that seem to stretch as his hips widen. In a manner of minutes, before us is not Carter, but...

“Carrie,” Corey says as he stands up and approaches the woman standing in the living room. He embraces her and picks her up, twirling her around as if long-lost lovers.

She looks at me and with a smug grin, asks, “Is this enough, Brianna?” She takes Carter's shirt. her shirt... and tastefully covers her breasts with it. Carter was not lying about how hot she looked. She looks over at Corey, who looks as if he is containing himself from grabbing her again. “Got anything for me to wear, big boy?”

“You know where Cora's things are, girl,” Corey says.

Carrie makes haste and takes me by the hand, pulling her towards the bedrooms. I notice that Carrie is giddy, now being in this body. I ask as she turns on the light to the bedroom. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Changing always makes me excited, especially when there is a man present,” Carrie says. At face value, no one could think this was Carter, and Air **** veteran, in female form. “Clothes should be in here. You should think about changing into something else. Those clothes make you look like my sister.”

I close the door as I protest, “These clothes were your fault in the first place.” She only hums in response. I join her in her search for Cora's clothes. There is a small drawer in the corner where the whole of Cora's wardrobe is found. “How long have you been using X-Change?”

“Couple years. I have a secret wardrobe just for Carrie that I've collected through the years. Just pick out whatever you want to wear,” she says.

From the clothes offered, I pick out a cute top in a faded navy blue. It does not have any sleeves, but it does cover my front in an A-shape, finishing with a slight turtleneck collar. In the top, my whole shoulder is exposed and some parts of my collarbone. However, the starkly-white straps of my bra peek out from under the fabric.

“Try wearing this. With that top you got, your bra straps are going to be showing,” Carrie advises me. Since she is in varying stages of dress and undress, I'm comfortable enough to discard my girlfriend's clothes and start putting on the ones I selected. The bra she handed me was a strapless bra. It still went around my torso and I do have to reach behind to fasten it, but I discover I can reach behind me than I could as a man. And it doesn't fall off even as it supports my breasts. In mirrors found in the room, my breasts are medium-small. Carter's breasts are more medium-sized.

“Knowing that Carrie has had more experience being on X-Change, I ask, “Has there anyone had disproportionate bodies when taking X-Change?”

“Hmm, in my experience, you get what you already have, just in female form,” Carrie mentions, as she puts on a bra while seated on the bed. “At first, I thought it was random, but after noticing my friends go through the change, I could tell that the **** change their male attributes to female ones. Like facial features, it's how you can recognize people. X-Change transforms them, making your face more of less one of the different variations your parents' genes could make if they had a female kid. Heck, sometimes, your parents could see the resemblance to other family members.”

“Have your parents even seen Carrie?” I ask, actually interested.

Carrie shakes her head. “The only people to have seen Carrie are my friends, you, and strangers on a cruise. Of course, strangers wouldn't know I'm Carter in real life. Hell, even my little sis hasn't seen me like this.”

I stand up, unfastening the skirt, letting it fall, revealing the white cotton panty underneath. Out of jest or her own giddy-induced suggestion, she hands me a thin piece of fabric. When I stretch it out, it turns out to be a cotton thong.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

“Yes. Just try it on. If you don't like it, then you don't. I'm not judging,” Carrie says. She goes through the drawer and pick out a thong herself, but made in black lace, like her bra. I try on the one she gave and make sure the thinner portion slides up my butt crack while the wider portion goes towards my front. “How does it feel, Bri?”

It actually doesn't feel too bad, though it will take some getting used to. At least there isn't some flaccid junk stretching out the front part. “It's fine to me,” I simply comment.

Carries comments on it too, “It looks hot on you, girl. Really accentuates your curves. And girl, even though you are more petite than me, you do have some cute curves.”

“Do I say 'thanks' to that?” I ask.

Carrie laughs. “Yes, you can. I hope, if you take anything away from this experience, is that you should be proud of your body and other people will see that confidence in you, regardless if you are a boy or a girl.”

I nod and fish through the drawer for some pants, the kind where there is a leg for a leg and fabric separating them. I find one in a white denim style. I put it on, finding some difficulty getting the top portion up past my small buttocks. Carrie tries to help, but it's not that hard. Just some shuffling and hopping and finally the pants are on. When I fasten them to my waist, I discover that the top I chose doesn't even go past my belly button, exposing my midriff a bit.

I want to try to protest when I look in the mirror, but Carrie chimes in with. “Ooh, that's cute and sexy, Brianna.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask with a smile, modeling the outfit to her.

“Definitely. And that smile makes it all the more sexy. You'll find that it's mainly your attitude that attracts people,” Carrie says. I nod at what I could call wisdom. “It looks like we're going out with that outfit. Are you sleepy at all?”

I shake my head. “I think all that meat at the Brazilian place is giving me the energy,” I suggest.

“Yeah, and I ate so much of it too. Was I a little obnoxious on your date?” she asks with a serious face.

I lie, “Not at all.” She laughs at that and smiles.

There is a knock at the door and it opens, revealing Corey behind it. “Can I come in?” he asks but once he sees the two girls inside, wearing full outfits, he is in pause. “Wow. You look amazing.” I'm unsure who he is referring to.

Carrie jokes, “I always look amazing, Corey. But Brianna here,” she starts as she stands up and I finally see how tall she is compared to me. Even though we have different physiques, we are only an inch apart in stature, with Carrie being the taller one. And she has opted to wear sandals on her feet as well. She goes over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Carrie continues her comment, “don't let her out of your sight. If you do, you might miss something great.”

“I'm guessing we going out?” Corey asks.

“How about some Korean BBQ. Like that 24-hour place downtown,” Carrie suggests. “Catch them while they're changing the guard. Does that sound doable, Bri?”

“I'm fine with that,” I say.

“Alright. Get some jackets, it's cold out this time of year,” Corey advises. “Cora keeps hers in that closet. All the way to the right. I'll get the car running.”

“We'll be out in a bit,” Carrie says. She finds the jackets and hands me one. I put it on and opt to not zip up the front. I model my outfit in the mirror, liking what I see. Carrie smiles and models in the mirror right next to me. “That smile tells me you're liking this.”

“The way I see it, I have about 22 hours left on X-Change. This is me getting the most out of it. But yes, it's starting to grow on me,” I explain.

“That's what I like to hear,” Carries says and finally pushes me out of the room and out of the apartment. Outside, Corey has his 2-door sports car parked near the stairs.