I come as Charlene

I pop a Pink Basic pill, transforming my slim male figure that stands at an even six feet to a similarly proportioned female body with a height of five feet four inches. My buzzcut becomes a silky bunch of light brown locks that end a couple inches above my waist. My manhood disappears to form my vagina and from my chest, sprouts a pair of medium-sized breasts, 32C to be exact. Once I'm in the body of my alter-ego Charlene, I discard the clothes of Charles and put on the outfit I have chosen for my meetup. I decide I would go for a casual look, a T-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers, of course with underwear underneath. I do not want to come across as slutty to this guy, if he does come to the meeting as a guy.

I had recently purchased a small purse that I modeled in the mirror in my apartment a couple days ago. I wouldn't be caught dead as a guy with one of these slung around my shoulder, but for an obvious reason, the purse looks good hanging off my female shoulder. A skirt and heels would make my appearance that much more woman-like, but I have this worry that it would too soon for him to ses me in a drastic change from when I saw him last as Charles. I make sure to bring my girly wallet with my NHPA-issued ID inside.

Our meetup location was the main shopping district in town, specifically a fountain that had never been turned on for filled with any amount of water. We would meet at noon, giving us enough time to prepare ourselves and time to get there. Since it's a Friday, there is not many people here, mostly mothers will their children. If we chose a later time, like around three in the afternoon, this place would be filled with teenagers from the high school, plus other adults getting off of work.

As I sat on the side of the small fountain, I had in my hand my phone. I didn't want to send a message right at the time of our meeting, hurrying him up for whatever reason, as if I had plans later on. On a Basic, my schedule was free, to make sure I had enough time to return to my male self. My job was flexible enough that I could tell them days in advance that I planned to use X-Change on a certain day and they would give me enough time to transform back before returning to work. They didn't know who I became when on X-Change, but they knew I was registered with the NHPA and they had to work around that aspect. Up until this point there had not been any hiccups in that regard.

A message came in on Facebook and I immediately knew it was him before opening it. The message read, “Sorry dude, running late. I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Fifteen minutes to wait. Even as I sit here on this inactive fountain, I wonder what the people around me are thinking seeing me like this. Up until this point, I have never been out in public as Charlene in the town that I live in. Other times, I'd be in another place where I had no connections, no friends or family, at least to my immediate knowledge. If only I could hear what they were thinking. I smiled at the candid utterance of a kid commenting how pretty I looked. I had a small amount of makeup on my face, which I've master after a couple years of practice. If I was pretty in a kid's eyes, maybe I would be too, in his eyes. Then again, it would different if he too popped an X-Change pill before coming here.

The unmistakable sound of a notification coming in on my phone tells me he has sent another message. “I'm finally here. Coming now.” the new message read.

Now I have that feeling in my stomach. And it really feels like there is a colony of butterflies flapping their silky wings all at once, in all directions. I'm excited and nervous at the same time, so much that I get to my feet, scanning the figures around me for any sign of him.