stay with Tom and see what this new body can do...

You Have been through a lot in the past day, and you figure it can’t be THAT bad as Tom prepares to administer his tests. “OK, what have you got? What should I do?” Tom gets to work right away. He takes blood samples, more temperature, eye exam, ear exam. An exhaustive battery of tests. You are doing. Ok, actually you’re stellar. Passing every test as if you were a top level athlete, well a top level female athlete. After Tom hooks a mask to your face and a heart monitor to your chest. You run at top speed for 30 minutes and barely break a sweat. BUT your boobs are starting to hurt. You stop and say, “Tom, I need something, err, something to support these things” Tom laughs and offers to go get something for you to wear.

While He’s gone, you run your hands over the hair on your legs and armpits. “this should go…” you say to yourself. You’ve always thought hairy women looked disgusting, and now you are one. Time to put your money where your mouth is, so you grab Tom’s razor, and cream, and head to the shower. You shave slowly, but it’s not too hard, and sort of zen just focusing on making hair disappear. There is a LOT of surface area to cover though. You finally get done, do a general rinse and hop out. You throw Tom’s razor in the trash since you’ve now obliterated it.

Just then Tom walks through the door. “Ok just got back from the dollar store. Here’s what I got.” Tom lays it out. A sports bra, size S, a pack of Size M Hane’s cotton Thongs. A pack of Hane’s Women’s socks, a pack of white women’s tank tops, some size 9 knock off chucks, and a green pair of one-size-fits-all leggings. “You got me thongs?” you aren't happy about having undies up your butt, however it WAS cool of Tom to go out and pick stuff up for you. He then pulls out a smaller bag, filled with lip gloss, foundation, mascara and nail polish. Plus, he grabbed some Chinese food on his way back. After you slide into the very form-fitting female clothing and grab a plate. You don’t say much during the meal, your voice still sounds weird in your head. The hair keeps getting in your mouth while you’re trying to eat, You wish you had some way to keep it out or otherwise a buzzer to get rid of it. You mention this to Tom, he goes “ yeah I noticed that, you’re so cute when it happens” With a smile he gets up and finds a rubber-band. You struggle with creating a ponytail, until Tom steps in to help. It kinda hurts as he cranks it back and locks it into a decent one that comes together at the base of your neck. OK Kyle, well, we can’t keep calling you Kyle, it weird right” “how about Kylie? That's similar but more feminine.” You think about it and no objections surface so, yeah, you agree to be called Kylie.

After your late breakfast, Tom calls you out on not touching the makeup bag. You explain that even though you look female, you still have the mind and habits of a regular dude, you aren't even sure where to begin with that stuff. With his cajoling, you agree to put on the lip gloss, it makes your lips feel smooth and shiny.

While Tom cleans up and takes a shower, you experiment with slowly painting your fingernails.

Tom asks you to sit down, and he sits across from you, your knees touching. “Kylie... Kyle, my best friend since what, 6th grade?” He looked very serious. “I know that you’re situation isn’t ideal, and that I’m somewhat resp-” “completely responsible” you interject, wondering where he is going with this. “ yes, perhaps, and I’ll fix you up better than you started, you’ll see! You’ll live to 500” He's getting off-track.

“so, what's up man?” you ask wanting to get to the point. “OK, well, you know how every year my department has a huge rager?” You think wrack your brain. “yeah, I think so, its like a fancy hotel party thing?” “that's right, and well, basically… I’ve been telling people around the department that I have a hot girlfriend.” You put the dots together. “You want me to ‘play’ your girlfriend?!” you realized that your friend was trying to take advantage of your predicament. “Look, I’d just need to to walk around and act like you like me. Maybe mingle a little bit with my classmates, make me look good to the girls in the group.” You have no idea how to mingle as a woman. This isn’t something you’ve ever done. “Why not? And look, I’ve actually been telling them that I have an awesome girlfriend who goes to another school. Its a lame story, and well I couldn’t stop telling it once it slipped from my lips.” you feel your eyes roll and think about how someone so smart can act so stupid sometimes.