Tomboyish [gentle/wholesome route]

"You know, I'm still not used to all this..." Rachel sighed. "Could you give me something tomboyish? You know, I was a guy just an hour before..."

Kim nodded.

"Sure. I'll be right back."

While Kim was out shopping, Sam cooked some pasta for everyone. He measured out some for Kim and put it to the side, then carried the rest to the kitchen table. Hunter and Rachel were already sitting there - Hunter in a t-shirt and shorts, Rachel still in her ill-fitting menswear.

"So, today's Sunday," began Rachel, mouth full of pasta. "This means you're turning me back into a guy the Sunday after the next Sunday?"

"Mhm," replied Hunter.

Sam got up quickly and marked it on the calendar.

"See?" He smiled. "Tommorrow is day 1, and day 14, evening, we're turning you back."

"And you'll give me a bigger dick, like you promised?"

Hunter chuckled.

"I don't really remember how big it was originally, but sure."

Rachel felt a little strange. His... her cock was now a thing of the past, not a solid part of her body. There was something final about the hermaphrodite's remark - as if they weren't going to restore it at all...

"Seven inches," joked Rachel, giggling nervously. "So go up from there..."

Hunter smiled, thinking quickly. The end goal wasn't to humilate this poor guy or really **** him too much, rather it was all about teaching Richard a lesson. As a man, Richard hated women and LGBT people. Well, now Richard had to live as a woman, question his/her gender, and sexuality itself would be peculiar now. If Rachel wanted to pursue women, she would have to do it as a lesbian, and any interest in a guy, the way nature intended, as certain people would say, would move Rachel the gal further away from Richard the straight macho man.

"Okay, okay... But I had to live my whole life without a dick, you'll survive the next two weeks..."

"I guess so." Rachel returned to her pasta.

Suddenly the door opened. Kim was standing there, visibly exhausted, with two bags of clothing.

"Oh, hey... You left some pasta for me?"

After dinner, Rachel took a look at her new clothes. It seemed nice and familiar - mostly t-shirts and hoodies, some sweatpants, some shorts, comfy sports shoes... Sure, there was a pink heart on one of the hoodies, and the shoes glittered, but oh well, she was a girl now.

There was also some comfy lingerie - sports bras and boyshorts. Nice.

"Okay, so what's the arrangement?" asked Rachel.

"Kim and Sam work partially from home. Mondays and Tuesdays, Kim's in her office, Wednesdays and Thursdays Sam is not home, Fridays they are both at their respective jobs. I work Monday to Friday, but Fridays I'm home earlier."

"Cool, cool. I see you're paid well. Nice joint you have. But what do I have to do? I used to have a job, but since I was kidnapped and I look nothing like my old self..."

Hunter raised their hand.

"Chill. You don't have to do anything. Help with chores if you feel like it, but you don't have to go to work. We'll set you up with someone after the experiment is done."

"Fine. It's not like I have a choice..."

Rachel dug in the bag and fished out some looser shorts and a shirt with a sleeping tiger on it.

"Oh, must be my PJs. Where do I sleep?"

Kim shrugged.

"I guess since now you're a girl, you can sleep in my room. No perving though."

Rachel cringed.

"Ah, I don't feel like perving. I still hope it's a crazy dream and I'll wake up with my junk intact."

She grabbed her pajamas and a new toothbrush from a bag and went to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth.

"Night night, you fucking degenerates," she muttered.

The entire squad grinned.