After a minute without the opportunity to bug Liam with pictures of T-Girls, Pris quickly got bored. She sat down in front of Tommy’s top-of-the-line PC, ready to engage in some good old fashioned online competitive gaming.
Pris typed in Tommy's not-so-secret old password ‘yolobitches’ and unlocked his computer. The screen was soon filled with some twenty windows opened up to pictures of Amazons of every sort.
“That must have been some furious wanking session, Tommy,” said Pris, trying to ignore the image of Tommy punching the clown on that same chair.
Pris logged into a server. She tried to play for a couple of minutes, but her form was terrible. She just couldn't focus on the game. Her mind kept drifting away, preoccupied with other thoughts.
Her mind kept thinking about her body becoming one of those T-Girls that Tommy fantasized about while having solo sex. Her fevers at night were getting worse, making her wake up soaked from perspiration. She had not told her parents about her heart beating faster for no reason or the sudden pains in her stomach. From day one Pris knew something was happening inside of her. And unless it was an immaculate conception, it could not be pregnancy!
Yes, Pris didn't just suspect anymore - she knew she was changing into a T-Girl. Running her hands across her hard stomach she could feel the subtle abdominal muscles even when she was seated. The changes should have been exciting, but they just accentuated her biggest fear - the fear that she was going to lose her friends after becoming a T-Girl freak.
Of course, it would not be at home that Pris would find understanding, not with her Army & Jesus worshiping family. Her rebellious spirit never did fit in with them. And now that she was becoming a T-Girl? Well, she doubted that they would approve.
Pris sighed and began another game, silently hoping that Liam and her other friends did not feel the same way.