Stay with Shawna and see what the day brings

You spend the rest of the morning alternating between taking cold showers and puking. Every time you hop in the shower, you can't help but notice that your boobs are growing fuller, with larger, more sensitive nipples. Your butt is inflating and your hog is turning into a tiny twig.

Shawna keeps talking about going out, but you can't even comprehend what she's saying. You just murmur your agreement to whatever she is talking about. You finally fall into a fitful sleep on the couch.

You start awake and it's still daylight. you glance at the clock and it's 1 PM. You don't see Shawna anywhere, but you stagger to the bathroom, lift the lid, pull down your undies, and piss all over the floor. You're finally fully awake and gasp at the sensation of warm liquid cascading down your thighs.

You slowly look down, over the mound of your breasts and see a tiny bit of puckered flesh where your cherished dong used to reside. You clench your bladder to stop the flow of pee quick enough, but you can't take your eyes off the gentle mound of flesh, You realize you're hyperventilating and grip the sink for support. This is crazy. the treatment went all the way and you are now, apparently fully a woman.

You realize the urge to urinate is still there, so you awkwardly close the lid and sit down, gingerly relaxing your bladder, and eventually relief finds you. After that, you hop into the shower for what you hope is one last time today.

As you bathe, you can't help but spend a little extra time on your boobs; rubbing your nipples is sending new exciting electric sparks throughout your body. You use your fingers to gently explore the folds of your crotch, the sensations wildly different from when you used to rub your cock. your fingers hesitate, even though it's your own body, it feels like you're fingers are on some woman's crotch.

You exit the shower and towel down, your hair is wet and flopping on your face. How is it already shoulder length? you wonder to yourself. You stare at the mirror. A woman... you look you could be your own sister, but with those bright blue eyes. You flex, you're muscles have great tone and definition for a girl. You sigh, instead of looking like an Adonis you are stuck as a sexy, and cute female.

You walk dripping out of the bathroom, just as Shawnda opens the apartment door, laundry basket in hand. you smile nervously at her. She drops the basket and her jaw just drops.

"holy shit kyle..." she is clearly shocked.

"yeah babe, it's me." you grab your throat instinctively, feeling like you just sucked helium or something. "whoa, my voice sounds weird" you laugh lightly and it sounds like a giggle in your ears.

Shawnda laughs at your cute voice and grabs the towel, pulling it off of you, leaving you naked in the middle of the room. She is inspecting every inch of you with her eyes. "wow, even the cock is gone..." she marvels.

"yeah, I mean, It's crazy right? That fucker turned me into a full on girl!" you can feel anger bubbling up more fiercely than ever before, and your eyes start weeping. your naked and crying in your girlfriend's living room. "I'm sorry, I don't want to cry, its just so unfair" your breath hitches and you feel like you're about to start sobbing.

"ohh shhh shhh, honey it's going to be ok.." Shawnda wraps you in her arms, and it's a relief. You let your self hug her back, breathing in her familiar scent, you realize you can rest your head on her shoulder. she's a little bit taller than you now.

She holds you out at arms length. "look at the bright side Kyle, giving you a makeover is going to be so much fun!" In fact, Shawnda's enthusiasm in contagious and she convinces you to take a crash course in getting girly.

She helps you shave your pits, legs and crotch. She plucks you're eyebrows and does your hair. The eyebrows suck, but you really enjoy your girlfriend spending so much energy on you.

"Ok, mister, get those dude clothes off!" She helps you strip down and hands you a bra. you fumble around a bit but get your boobs in the cups. She clasps it for you in the back. Next she give you one of her thongs. you hold the flimsy little piece of fabric, frowning. "don't worry, I just washed it" she laughs. You shrug and pull it up where it disappears in your bountiful butt cheeks. She gives you a tank top and some shorts, even when they are on, you feel rather exposed. "not a lot here, is there?" she again thinks you're funny with being nervous about female clothes.