Chapter 4
by 
Yelawolf
Does he agree?
Yes
After a few moments of contemplation, Marcus steeled himself and accepted the offer from Ex-Change. He hung up the phone, his heart racing faster than a runaway train. Rachel looked up from her book, noticing the sudden change in his demeanor. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern. Marcus took a deep breath and told her about the email, the website, and the life-altering decision he had just made. Rachel's face paled, but she said nothing, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.
The next few days were a whirlwind of preparations and goodbye kisses. Marcus packed a small bag and held Lily tightly, her warm, innocent embrace a stark contrast to the cold reality of what was about to unfold. Rachel's eyes searched his, a silent plea for reassurance. He promised her it was just temporary and that he would return, whole and unchanged. With a final, lingering kiss, he stepped out into the night, leaving behind the only life he had ever known.
The Ex-Change facility was a sterile labyrinth of steel and glass, a stark contrast to the warmth of his home. Marcus signed the last of the paperwork, his hand shaking as he scrawled his signature. The nurse's smile was ****, her eyes avoiding his as she led him to a room that was to be his sanctuary for the next month. He lay on the cold, hospital bed, his mind racing with thoughts of Rachel and Lily as the first syringe of the transformation cocktail was plunged into his arm.
The transformation was anything but gentle. His body writhed in pain as it reconfigured itself, his muscles softening and his features blurring. Marcus felt a deep ache in his core as his body reshaped to accommodate new curves and contours. His skin grew sensitive, and his voice took on a softer timbre. Each day, a mirror was brought to him, and he watched as his reflection morphed into a woman's.
The woman he saw through his eyes is a much younger, more attractive version of Jessica Alba. Marcus's mind grappled with his new reality, his thoughts swirling in a tumultuous sea of doubt and confusion. He touched his face, his fingers tracing the soft, unfamiliar skin. His mind struggled to reconcile the man he had been with the woman he had become.