Adjusting To Changes

Gordon groaned as he navigated through his apartment, his new height turning even simple tasks into a series of awkward stumbles. “Ow! Damn it!” he cursed as his knee knocked into the coffee table. He hadn't been this clumsy since he was a teenager. Now, every corner seemed to be a hazard, and every doorframe felt lower than it used to be.

Shuffling into the bathroom, he ducked his head, but not quite enough, letting out a frustrated grunt as he bumped it against the doorframe. "I’m never gonna get used to this," he muttered, rubbing the sore spot.

Gordon caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, and despite the frustrations, a grin crept across his face. His reflection had changed so much. He wasn’t the same person who once stood barely five-foot-four, feeling small and out of place in the world. No, now he was tall—tall enough that everything felt different. He leaned in closer to the mirror, running a hand over his jawline, feeling the coarse stubble that was beginning to sprout. It wasn’t much, but it was progress.

"Six-foot-three," he murmured to himself with a grin, though he still wasn’t sure exactly how tall he was. The feeling of towering over everyone was new and exhilarating, but the specifics escaped him.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Gordon dug into his bag and pulled out his ID card. His fingers brushed over his newly changed name: Gordon. That simple shift alone filled him with a sense of validation. Underneath his name, the gender marker read Male, and beneath that: Height: 6’3”. His eyes widened.

“Six-foot-three? I’m taller than Jordan now!” Gordon laughed to himself. His younger brother, the tallest in the family, had always lorded his height over him. Growing up, Gordon came from a long line of short, curvy women—his mother, his aunts, his sister, all had the soft, rounded features that never quite fit with how he felt inside. But now? He was taller than all of them. Taller than anyone in his family, really.

“Guess the notebook really went all out,” he said with a chuckle. He tossed the ID back into his bag and stood up straighter, momentarily forgetting about the light fixture above him—until it smacked against his forehead again. “For the love of—!”

Despite the clumsiness, a sense of satisfaction warmed him. The changes were real. No more struggling to reach things on high shelves or feeling self-conscious about his height in a crowd. The notebook had given him exactly what he wanted, and for the first time, Gordon felt... right. He stepped back from the mirror, his reflection tall and imposing, but there was still one detail that pulled him out of the moment.

His chest. Even under the compression bra, his large E-cup breasts were an undeniable presence. He ran his hands down his torso, flattening the loose fabric of his shirt. The baggy shirt hung off his broader shoulders, giving him the illusion of a flatter chest, but he knew the truth. It wasn’t perfect, but for now, he’d take it.

"One thing at a time," Gordon muttered to himself as he threw on a jacket and headed out the door, ready to tackle the day.

On campus, everything felt different. People were looking at him. Really looking at him. And not just because he was Gordon now, but because of his height. He was used to blending into the background, but now, he stood out. Heads turned when he passed, and people greeted him with wide eyes and nods of respect, like he was someone important. It was strange, but in a way, he liked it.

As he walked through the halls, he overheard a group of students chatting.

“Is that the new basketball recruit?” one of them whispered, pointing in his direction.

“Dude, I think he’s on the team. Look at him. He’s huge!”

Gordon smirked to himself. This newfound attention was a little surreal. He wasn’t used to being seen as someone imposing, someone... strong. But he tried his best to play the part, standing a little straighter, walking with a bit more confidence.

When he arrived at his biology class, he settled into a chair near the back, but his height made even that awkward. His legs, longer than he was used to, didn’t quite fit under the desk. He fumbled with his position for a moment before managing to sit somewhat comfortably, though the chair creaked under his new weight.

The lecture droned on, the professor discussing fat distribution and the differences between male and female body shapes. Gordon’s mind wandered. His thoughts drifted back to the notebook, and the possibilities it still held. His hand brushed against his stubbly chin again, and he found himself wondering if he should wish for a full beard. He could, right now. Just scribble down a wish and be done with it.

But then... maybe it wasn’t a good idea to do something that dramatic in public. People might notice. The last thing he needed was to raise suspicion. And besides, the notebook had a tendency to take his wishes literally, in ways he didn’t always anticipate.

He glanced around the room. No one was paying attention to him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, eventually, would see him using the notebook. He decided to hold off for now. There was a better wish to make—one that had been on his mind for a while.

After class, Gordon felt the anticipation building. He quickly made his way across campus and ducked into the men’s locker room, finding a quiet corner where he could have some privacy. His heart pounded as he pulled the notebook from his bag, the cool, worn leather feeling familiar in his hands. He flipped it open, took a deep breath, and carefully wrote: I wish my body fat is distributed exactly like a normal male’s.

The words glowed faintly on the page, and then... the change began. It started as a strange sensation, a warm tingling that spread from his core outward, as though his body was shifting and realigning itself from the inside out. He could feel his hips narrowing, his waist widening slightly, his legs and arms becoming more defined, more solid.

He looked down at his reflection in the mirror nearby, watching in awe as his body transformed. His silhouette became more angular, more masculine. The curves that had once frustrated him were smoothing out, replaced by a stronger, bulkier frame. His clothes, which had always felt just a little off, now fit him perfectly. The waistband of his pants no longer hugged his hips awkwardly. His shirt hung naturally from his broader shoulders, draping over his chest and back in a way that felt... right.

But when he glanced down at his chest, his satisfaction faltered just a bit. His breasts—while compressed under the sports bra—were still there. He had hoped the wish might have dealt with that, too, but it seemed the notebook had drawn the line at body fat distribution.

He took a deep breath, placing his hands on his sides, feeling the hard muscle underneath his shirt. “Okay... okay, this is good,” he said to himself. He turned back to the mirror, studying his new reflection. His frame was bulkier, stockier, more masculine, just like he’d always wanted. His legs and arms were firm, his waist was broader, and he no longer had the soft, rounded hips that used to make him feel out of place in men’s clothing.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin, his voice low and rough. “This is good. Really good.”

Despite the lingering presence of his breasts, Gordon was happy. He finally looked and felt like a man. His journey wasn’t over, not yet. But for the first time in years, he felt comfortable in his own skin. He slipped the notebook back into his bag, already thinking of what his next wish might be.

As he left the locker room and stepped back into the crowded campus, Gordon held his head a little higher. He was finally starting to fit into the world the way he had always wanted, and for the first time, he felt like he had control over his own fate.