A Special Guest

"Alright, would anyone else like to share? Actually, Charlie..." Fischer pointed to a very built young man, the seams of his shirt aching around the contours of his muscles and broad shoulders. "You're an alumnus of the program, would you mind speaking next?" He'd been leaning on the wall in the back for the entirety of the meeting, giving no reaction to the many stares and once-overs he'd received. Nodding slightly, he pushed off the wall and stepped forward.

The young man was an Adonis; a paragon of testosterone and hard-edged masculinity. Wavy ash blond hair swept to one side of his chiseled face, sharp cheekbones and a sturdy jaw giving him a look of maturity beyond his age. His sharp blue eyes were bright and piercing under a hard brow, shadowed by long lashes. Girls and guys alike could only stare at his thick, pronounced muscles. Clearly, Charlie had kept to a rigorous workout routine, defining himself above and beyond the capabilities of the program itself. No one was going to get that beefy without putting effort into it.

More than that, however, his audience couldn't half keep their eyes off his tight denim jeans. They weren't too small, but man, did they have a lot to hold in. Even accounting for his chiseled and shapely ass, those pants may still have been a tad baggy were it not for the meaty cylinder that crept halfway down his thigh. Was a cock that big even an option for the procedure? Some of the male participants were starting to wonder if their chosen measurements were as static as they thought.

Once he was at the front of the room, Charlie looked around at no one in particular as he spoke. "Hey, everyone. I'm Charlie Richardson, and a few years ago, I was a girl." What?? Really?! The room rumbled with exclamations of disbelief, participants shaking their heads and staring.

"That's impossible," cried one of the girls. "Look at you! You're the manliest guy I've ever seen!" The other guys, stung by jealousy, couldn't really argue with her.

Charlie chuckled softly, rolling his eyes and raising his hands. "I assure you, it's the truth. I was one of the early participants of the program, and one of the younger ones. My mom and her husband signed off for me to do it when I was about sixteen, back when TTP was still allowed to do that." More murmurs, more questions mumbled under their breath. "I was a lot leaner when I came out, too. The muscles came later, and... a bit more than I bargained for." He doesn't flex or show off, as many may have expected him to, but his physique spoke for itself.

Adrienne watched the imposing man speak, eyes half-lidded, almost in a daze. Another sex change participant? She never would have guessed. The Take-Two Project really could work miracles. She tried to imagine the girl Charlie used to be, but a female guise for him just couldn't manifest in her mind. Such a deep, bassy voice and commanding presence... she couldn't fathom there being a feminine bone in his body. Seems he made the right call.

I'm nothing like that, she thought. I'm too small.

"My advice to you guys," Charlie resumed, "is to not expect Take-Two to fix all of your problems." Fischer's eyebrows raised into her forehead, giving the young man a sharp-edged warning look. He dismissed it. "It'll give you what you ask of it... or most of it, but it isn't perfect. Neither am I, for that matter. You still need to put effort into being the kind of person you want to be. Don't think your journey's over once you've finished TTP's tests and meetings. Things can... still go wrong, if you're not careful." He glanced down at the doctor briefly, then shifted his gaze over the crowd before lingering on Adrienne. His eyes narrowed into a smolder, as if trying to will her attention his way. What was that about?

Dr. Fischer cleared her throat again, giving the big guy a pat on the arm. "Okay, thank you Charlie for those fair warnings. He's right, after all. The Take-Two Project is only the first step of your journey to the New You. What you do with the second chance you've been given is entirely up to you. It's important that you cherish it and make the most of this opportunity."

As Dr. Fischer began to drone one, Adrienne started to withdraw, tuning out the propaganda and the rumbling murmurs of the others around her. All she really wanted was for the meeting to end so that she could go back to bed. Other participants introduced themselves, told a little about themselves, but it didn't matter. She wasn't listening. She could feel eyes on her, as well as questions unasked. By the time their hour together was concluded, Adrienne felt the familiar sensation of falling by the wayside. Those who thought about her before had moved on, much more taken with the pleasant conversation of more confident company.