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Jordan felt like shit throughout the day. He had the same conversation with Mom and Dad as he had with Emily, and they also seemed to not yet understand the weight of the situation. On the bright side, a couple IT companies e-mailed him their readiness to conduct an interview with him for the office gardener position in a few days. On the dark side, the person that was going to attend them was not going to be Jordan anymore.

It must have been hormones, but he had a storm of thoughts and emotions throughout the day. He would walk around his bedroom for an hour or just look in the window. The main question that bothered him: was he going to remain himself on the inside? Becoming a female version of himself would be problematic, but bearable. But becoming a cumslave, as advertised... What was that even going to mean?

***

The next day, he had the courage to go to shower. His penis was almost gone, reduced to a shapeless bump of flesh with a peeing hole. A transition in just a few days would get Jordan envied by any actual transgender, but it was also less romantic than in TG captions and stories on the web.

Jordan was no longer a 'he' already, with their hair still growing and their face and body becoming more and more feminine. As they spent more and more time just reflecting on the changes they were undergoing, Dad gave them an advice:

"You should keep maintaining our backyard. You're not enjoying this, why not distract yourself from it?"

Jordan agreed and thanked him for the advice. Dad was also struggling through all of this, and daywork must have been helping him. He worked as a lawyer for twenty-five years already. He was delighted when Jordan started studying for the same degree, he was angry when he dropped out, he was patient when his son was making the decision to be a gardener, he was proud as long as he knew that his son will be a man of labor like himself. But now Dad was afraid, afraid of losing his child and main successor. As were the rest of the Browntons. They were all together in their hopes that maybe, just maybe, Jordan was going to stay with them.

***

On another day, Jordan was sitting under a large oak tree in their courtyard. The morning sun felt pleasantly warm on her definitely feminine face. She-Jordan was already a good couple of inches shorter than her male version. Her voice also got softer and feminine, and she was actually learning to like it. Her eyesight also improved, she no longer needed glasses, that was also great. Jordan kept sunbathing on her break from mowing the lawn.

She was wearing magenta colored canvas trainers, white jogging trousers and a light blue T-shirt all donated by his sister Brittany. They all fitted about right on her, but something was holding Jordan from feeling genuinely good for the first time since she put on the collar up in the attic.

These clothes felt soft and pleasant, but not right for some reason. She looked at her prominent breasts under the T-shirt.

"It doesn't do them justice. Something tighter and smoother would do. These pants... they hide my legs instead of showing them off, that's so disgusting. I would prefer something mmmm... tight. And shiny. Latex. Tight and shiny latex catching every feature and hugging your new pussy to the point of permanent wedgie... These trainers... Walking in them is kinda comfortable and so boring... You're a girl, for fuck's sake. Your thing is wearing heels now. They'll make you tall again... Mmmm... they'll make your legs long and sexy. Would sure love some sex. Hey. Would sure love that muscled man over there bang us right through the fence in the ass. What's going on, this doesn't sound like me. Then swallow his throbbing cock, swallow it deep and suck it with passion."

These alien thoughts made Jordan sick, and he vomited right into the half-full bag of grass.

"Gotta... gotta get back to work."