Return to the kitchen with the bag

When you get to the kitchen Alice is sitting down at the table. It's set for two and you feel your stomach grumble as you realize you had skipped dinner last night.

Alice looks you over and smiles.

"Wow, it looks better than I thought! You barely even need the procedure"

her gaze falls on the tent at your crotch and she frowns.

"well, maybe we won't have to change too much anyways... Are those your boy clothes?"

She says, indicates the bag.

"Yeah...."

"Throw them out."

She says sternly. You move to the kitchen trash can but from the look on her face you know she wants you to throw it in the alleyway garbage, where it'd be picked up that night and whisked away forever. With a gulp you open the sliding back door and step out into the backyard. The morning air felt crisp on your skin. Your heart was racing, someone could see you here although you had practically never seen your neighbors so the chance wasn't high and it was doubtful they'd even look close enough to notice anything was wrong. Still it felt dangerous to take the few steps to the gate.

Throwing the last of your male clothes away felt like finality. You were committed. You'd need to order new clothing or sneak out in a dress if you were going to leave now.

When you get back Alice was smiling.

"Sit down. eat."

You do so. It feels strangely normal for how abnormal it obviously is. You take a deep sip of the black coffee and try to wake up from this strange dream. Failing that you try to fill the silence with something.

"So, the deal went through... We're very rich people now."

Alice nodded. As if this was some uninteresting factoid.

"Our estate manager, Fred, should have reached out to you. It's a full concierge service, they work with our bank and you shouldn't have to even change your card, it'll just have no limit anymore and be paid at the end of the month. Fred says it's best to let him know in advance if you want to spend more than $10 million in a day so he can avoid some fees by moving things around. It will still work in an emergency but supposedly the fees get pretty crazy."

She snorted.

"I'll keep that in mind for my $10 million emergencies"

It did seem kind of silly when she put it like that. And you were thrilled to hear her say something in a casual tone, even with you in a bright yellow sun dress it felt like maybe you could still feel normal. At least some times.