Day 1 - 2 p.m.

"Okay, Rachel, I'm done!"

Rachel peeled herself off Kim's trashy vampire novels and walked out of their bedroom. She peeked into the living room where Sam was splayed on the couch, a big grin on his face.

"I've finished for today... If you want to talk to me, go ahead."

He sat up, and Rachel sat next to him nervously.

"How are you doing in your new body?" asked Sam, suddenly serious.

"Okay. The or..." Rachel bit her tongue. "The center of balance is slightly different. Yeah."

Sam grinned again.

"Oh, okay. Center of balance. Sure."

Rachel turned red.

"Have you heard anything... in the bathroom?" she asked.

Sam remained silent while smiling mysteriously. Suddenly, Rachel felt a strange stirring. This cute, effeminate boy, with his flowing blonde locks and sparkling grey eyes made her feel some sort of way. She crossed her legs, horrified.

Sam got up and stretched out. His cute t-shirt rode up, exposing his flat belly... damn it!

"I'll be in my bedroom. If you want anything, ask me."

He walked out of the living room. Rachel waited a while before following him. She found him in his room, resting on the bed, earbuds in, messing with his phone. He looked up.

"Yes?"

Rachel bit her lip.

"I just wanted to chill with you. I mean... Would you like to have lunch with me?"

Sam's eyes lit up.

"Together? In the kitchen? Okay. Can you cook?"

"Not really..."

"Then I'll teach you! Let's start small..."

They went to the kitchen. Sam chopped some vegetables for a salad and asked Rachel to make sandwiches.

"Take anything from the fridge you want. Hunter and Kim will get something in the city, so it's only for you and me."

Rachel whipped out two BLTs, then sat down to eat with Sam. He looked so cute...

Sam, meanwhile, was not so taken with Rachel's look.

"Rachel, that's a strange question, but... Would you mind if I fixed you hair?"

"What do you mean?" asked Rachel, still with a sandwich in her mouth.

"This haircut looks bad on you. Might I..."

"Okay. But not too long."

Sam nodded on focused on feminizing Rachel's shitty undercut. The hair on the sides lengthened and the whole thing changed shape into a really cute pixie cut. Sam was shocked. Rachel's face suddenly looked a lot brighter and softer - he didn't ask for extra estrogen or anything, then how come?

It must be the haircut making her look better... A lot better...

Rachel noticed Sam's look. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"It feels good."

They finished the meal and went to the living room, then the corridor. Sam dissapeared inside his room while Rachel sneaked into the bathroom to take a look in the mirror. Her new haircut made her look a lot better. In fact, her entire look has changed dramatically. Yesterday she looked like a... well, like a guy who suddenly got his chromosomes reshuffled, but now she looked like a cute, spunky tomboy.

Rachel walked into Sam's room. He was chilling on his bed. Waiting for her.

"Thanks. I really like my new haircut."

She sat down next to him. Then she slowly relaxed into a lying position. He put his arm around her shoulder and smiled.

"I think you have a bit of olive oil from the salad on your face..."

He kissed her - first gently on the cheek, and then he slowly licked across her face until he found her lips. His tongue sneaked in. Rachel wasn't sure what was happening, but suddenly she felt wetness in her boyshorts.

She couldn't peel her face away as Sam's soft lips enveloped hers. She put his hands in his hair, playing with them. Sam did the same.

He pulled back.

"Wow, I did a really good job..."

He was rock hard. Any hopes of Rachel not noticing it were fleeting - her glorious ass sat right on top of Sam's 5-inch tent. She felt he was hard, he felt she was wet.

God, this is not happening. I'm such a sissy, thought Rachel.

Sam's wet, soft kisses trailed down her neck as they both sat up. Rachel quickly took off her shirt and sports bra, letting her magnificent tits free. Sam licked his lips and trailed down and down, till he reached the left nipple. He began to lick it.

Rachel moaned - her nips were incredibly sensitive. Sam took her right boob in his left hand, tickling and teasing Rachel's erect nipple, sending a little shock down to her clit with every pinch and poke. His right hand dove straight for the pussy - it snaked into her loose pants and into her boyshorts, and before Rachel could protest or say something was unmanly, his fingers were in her pussy. Thumb circling the clit, index and middle tapping her G-spot.

This female body was a wonderland. Rachel was being pleased three different ways - nips, clit, G-spot - and it was getting harder, more and more intense. Rachel quickly spit into her hand and pulled Sam's jeans and boxers down and rubbed his cock to return the favour.

They kept masturbating each other, gasping and sweating and moaning like animals in heat. Rachel was having a borderline religious experience. Sam also quite enjoyed her silky fingers on his throbbing cock. She did it expertly - well, she did have experience with beating off her own cock!

They were getting closer. Sam, his face buried in Rachel's tits, gasped and moaned in a strangely girlish way. He couldn't really form words with her nipple in his mouth, but Rachel found herself talking dirty.

"Yeah, yeah, do it, pretty boy, I'm close, I'm close... FUCK!"

She came from all three spots in a powerful mixed orgasm - her pussy gushed like a geyser. Pulling harder and more erratically as she rode her orgasm, she also sent Sam over the edge. The man came all over Rachel's bountiful tits. She collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

"Fuck..." she muttered. "This has to be the gayest thing I have ever done... " She rubbed her tits. "Toss me some tissues."

Sam obliged, also relaxing on the bed.

"Was it good for you?" he asked.

"Mhm..."

"You said you have a girlfriend. You had sex with her?"

"No shit."

"So, how would you compare it?"

It's so much better as a girl, thought Rachel, but she bit her tongue.

"Different. It's not like we had sex, though. Just foreplay or outercourse or whatever."

Sam grinned.

"We can tomorrow..."

"No!" Rachel got up. "Jerking a cock off is one thing, fingers inside is one thing, but I will not take a cock in my mouth, pussy or ass! That's girl shit and I'm not a girl!"

Sam frowned.

"But... Did you enjoy it?"

Rachel sighed and crossed her arms.

"Yes," she admitted. "Don't worry your soyboy ass that you **** me or shit. I know I'm a woman in body, but I was born a dude and I think I'm still a dude in my heart. So, being turned on by a guy is gay still, right?"

Sam shrugged.

"I don't know. I wouldn't say I'm 100% a dude in my heart, so I have no way of knowing. I'm just asking - how's being a girl?"

He was really, really curious, but also really, really anxious to try. Neither he nor Kim tried their powers on themselves yet.

"Different, but cool, I guess. You can try, right?"

"Maybe later. I think Hunter and Kim are coming."

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They talked shop over dinner today. Sam and Rachel kept their mouth shut about their experience home alone.

"So I have a new assignment." Hunter was over the moon.

"Has no one noticed...?" Rachel was confused. Hunter's entire body shape, face, and voice were different, and there was a sizable bulge in their pants.

Hunter shrugged.

"Who knows? Anyway, I told them I want to do something related to gender identity, and they suggested I open a holistic therapy office for transgender people. They said I seem like the person with necessary skills." Hunter grinned. "It might be just that I'm nonbinary, or they might have noticed. Anyway, I'm going to make a whole bunch of people very happy..."

"And you two? Kim, you work for some kind of shop?"

"Yeah."

"What do you sell?"

Kim turned beet red.

"Specialty products."

"Ah," Rachel chuckled. "It's that kind of a shop. And you code games?"

"Mhm," replied Sam, mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"Cool, cool. I used to be a car mechanic, you know?" she remarked, a bit bitterly perhaps.

"Oh, that's always in demand," reassured Hunter. "I have a friend in the company who helps jobless people find employment. I'll send you to her after we're done."

Rachel relaxed a little bit and enjoyed her dinner.

Later that evening, as she lied down in bed next to Kim, she asked:

"You know, it's not that terrible. Being a chick, I mean."

"Yeah," replied Kim sleepily.

"I'm still waiting for you to turn me back."

"Calm down. One day down, thirteen more to go."

"Yeah," replied Rachel, staring into the ceiling, head full of confusing thoughts. "One day down, thirteen more to go."