Jeff smiled, patting Brianna softly on the back. “How about next weekend? That way we can appreciate the time we spend together more. Plus, it’s more likely that your parents aren’t home then, right?” He wasn’t entirely sure where this confidence was coming from, and he was worried he was coming across a bit too strong. Brianna, however, wasn't bothered. “Yeah, that makes sense. I’ll keep in touch via text if anything opens up, we don’t have to set anything in stone yet.”
Jeff agreed, though his line of thought returned to the Chronivac’s timer running out on Wednesday. Would she be less enthused to see him again once he had his penis back? After all, what had just happened was, at least in part, because of his breast acting as a substitute, and...
Jeff pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind, and instead focused on the here and now. They talked casually, about this and that and school and whatever came to mind, moving the conversation away to avoid the overly extraordinary and serious nature of what happened in the shower. The overall mood calmed down significantly because of that, and soon the two were casually discussing which jelly bean flavors would be which US Presidents, and other such nonsense. It was a welcome change of pace, though the preceding events weren't at all unpleasant nor unwelcome. Especially not to Jeff, who was ready and willing to milk himself to the memory of their shower together, as soon as he got home.
After the talk subsided, Brianna and Jeff parted ways with a few minutes to spare before her family returned home, and the visit was ended with a quick peck on the cheek as a parting farewell. As Jeff wandered home, now accustomed to the correct leg movements to keep his breast happy as he walked, he felt a sense of fulfillment and contentment.
The next three days leading up to Wednesday afternoon were uneventful, or at least as much as they could be for Jeff given his situation. But, much like the walk home yesterday, the days on end of dealing with his unusual situation had given him ample practice at adapting to it. Gym on Monday was standard: a game of dodgeball resulted in a blow to his groin, giving Jeff a second reminder of the largely painless benefit that having no testicles gave him. All other classes were fairly uneventful, with the majority of them requiring little more than Jeff’s attention and the on and off note taking. The bra held remarkably well throughout all of it, never once getting any less comfortable, form fitting, silky, or supportive.
Before he knew it, Wednesday reared its head, and school let out as unceremoniously as ever. The arrival home was uneventful and regular, so much so that Jeff had nearly forgotten that today was the day the timer on the Chronivac finished ticking down. When he got the chance to go upstairs to his room, Jeff very carefully took the device out of its hiding place and began to type at its controls once more. Acting cautiously, not wanting to break it the way he had last time, he successfully opened up a list of options and found one that was bookmarked by the company: “undo last change.”
As far as Jeff could think, the last change was definitely the transformation of his penis into his breast, so selecting this would reasonably bring back his old plaything once and for all. He tapped on the keypad, ready to hit enter, and..... he couldn’t do it.
Contemplating his reluctance, he thought deeply on why, and before he knew it he was reflecting upon all the good things about his situation.
The milking, the way it felt when he washed it, how amazing urinating through it was after holding it in for so long, the way he wasn’t in crippling agony if he got struck below the belt, and perhaps most of all, how Brianna had reacted to it...
Brianna. That was the big one. She had been so accepting of it, even saying that she was more comfortable seeing it than an actual penis. And he was going to see her again this weekend...
Jeff drummed his fingers on his desk, biting his lower lip, and finally turned the Chronivac off without another moment’s hesitation. It would just be until after he saw Brianna again. Or maybe not. Maybe he’d just.... ah, it didn’t matter. Jeff didn’t care. He could turn it back whenever he wanted. He was going to get his penis back after all, but for now, for her, he could remain this way. What was the rush if Brianna was happy?