To the letter.

You nod solemnly at each of Gwen's suggestions, and by the time she's finished you're much more comforted by her sensible, realistic course of action. You giggle at her teasing you about the clothes, and the name, and start to feel a little bit more normal. And more than anything you're just really glad that she's on your side.

"How about Johnette?" you venture, and shriek as the ice cold water drenches you, pouring down your face and neck and between your... oh. Gwen laughs as she feels your nipples stiffen into hard little studs, even through the thick and shapeless hoodie, and backs away from the embrace.

"Jesus girl you really are ready to go under there. I think you'd better have a cold shower to calm down before we start getting you dressed, or who knows what will happen!"

You both laugh - hers a hearty cackle and yours a less confident giggle - and start to head upstairs. Gwen ushers you into her room and rummages through a small dresser while you look around this semi-mythical space that you've been sort-of banished from ever since you became a teen. It looked, frankly, very normal. You chide yourself for expecting anything otherwise.

Before long, Gwen pops up with a little foil packet and two pills inside. "Okay babe. It's now or never. You sure want to do this?" You nod vigorously. "Right then. Take one and drink this whole glass of water. When it starts to work - if it starts to work - trust me, you'll know about it in the morning." You swallow the tiny pill and glug the whole pint of water down with determination, as though swallowing forcefully will help it get to work. After Gwen puts the glass back down, you stand there with your hands on your tummy, thinking about what may or may not be inside, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Your sister sees how you are standing and obviously connects with something in your thoughts right now. "Don't dwell on it. Keep going and you'll be ok... Time for that shower huh?"

Gwen insists on staying in the bathroom, claiming that you 'shouldn't be alone' and 'girls always see each other naked', so regardless of your embarrassment she perches on the sink and scrutinizes you while you undress. Despite your attempts to cover your modesty with your hands, each removed garment results in a sound that's part appreciative coo and part jealous complaint, and as you are about to step into the shower she summarizes, simply, that you are 'a knockout'. You roll your eyes back at her and brave the chilly water of the shower - quite different, you realize, to the one this morning, and a flutter of the black feeling returns to your core before you're buoyed back up by Gwen's laughter at your shivering.

"Hey sis?" you ask as you're drying off.

"Yeah babe, what's up?" You've noticed the increasing way that she talks to you the way she talks to her girlfriends, and realize with a pang of fear that she doesn't expect you to turn back when the two days are up. She obviously notices the frown that passes across your face and looks at you with concern.

"Nothing. I just... well I've been trying to think about my name. It feels too weird choosing your own name, so could you choose for me?"

"You sure sis?" you flinch slightly as she calls you sister. "That's a big deal. Not many people get given a name when they are able to understand what it means. If you want me to choose, I will, but you gotta accept it if I do."

"I'm sure Gwen. Please."

"Okay hun, give me a moment."

You stand in front of the mirror looking at your towel-clad yet fiercely feminine body, and Gwen appears behind you and starts brushing your hair. Despite her apparent eagerness to accept you as you are now, and the slight discomfort you feel at the thought she might not expect, let alone want you to change back, you are definitely comforted by her presence. She catches you looking at her and smiles back in the mirror.

"Summer," she says with finality.

Summer. Summer. You roll the name around in your head. That'll do. You smile up at Gwen as you relax into the sensation of the brush in your luxurious hair.

"Summer. I like it. Thanks sis."

You spend another hour or so being dressed up by your sister as she tries to find things in her wardrobe that fit you. Your boobs are a little bigger than hers so barely fit into a simple white cotton B-cup bra, but the matching panties fit you perfectly. This establishes a theme for the exercise as the items you try on the top are stretched somewhat immodestly (in all the right places mind you) while the jeans, shorts and skirts you try all fit like a glove. Given the oppressive heat, in the end you settle for some simple khaki hiking shorts (your choice) and an edgy screenprint tank top (her choice.) Looking over yourself once more you are amazed at how comfortable everything is. Well, except for the bra. Gwen is grinning excitedly as you appraise your first ever feminine outfit.