The one he was certain of as he sat in front of his laptop, arms wrapped around one leg, was that he did't want to get rid of his breasts. Now that he had them, gotten used to having them, though still felt self-conscious about them, Patrick didn't want to give them up. It was as if he'd discovered something about himself that felt right, even if he was unsure if he was still a teenage boy or was a teenage girl, or something else. Replaying his question inside his mind, he leaned forward and finding he knew what to change next, he entered in a few commands and brought up a couple particular boxes.
Mind on how he walked, stood, he knew that it was all rather feminine, but he was still kind of clumsy and gangly. Dropping his height to five foot even, he considered if he was doing the right thing. Finding he was tired of being the tall geek he was, he set his max height for when he stopped growing at five foot two, four inches shorter than his mother. A bit more tinkering, and he set his movement as lithe, graceful. Topping it all off, he went deeper into the biological aspect of his profile, after setting his breasts max growth at a B cup, and after finding what he was looking for, he asked, "Am I sure this is a good idea?"
Unsure, he tried to approach the conundrum before him from every angle of what he was about to do. Finding he wasn't able to see everything that might be effected, he told himself, "Two weeks. If I find anything I don't like, I undo it," as he switched his chromosomes to XX, making him genetically female.
After he entered this, he set the change to happen over night whilst he slept. After a bit more futzing, he discovered all transformations the programme offered had to be painful, and setting the discomfort level as low as possible, he instructed the Chronivac to make the changes permanent, with only him being aware of the them and able to alter them. Satisfied that it'd do for the moment, he was about to hit the command to execute, when he stopped.
Curious about something, he instead pulled up something about his profile. Studying the readout, he considered what he might do about his tiny cock, scrotum, and the ovaries held within the sack, but at the last second changed his mind. Instructing the programme to execute his commands, he pushed the screen of the laptop down so it was at an angle, but not fully closed, stood and shut off his bedroom light. Climbing into bed, he snuggled under the soft top sheet and thick comforter that now covered his bed. Finding out that his bed clothes had switched to something more of what a girl might use had bothered him at first, but now, as he lay on his side in a semi-fetal position, Patrick didn't care. Drifting off to sleep, his last thought before he slipped into some weird dreams, including one of him being squeezed, was one of wondering what awaited him upon awaking.
"Patrick, Dennis is on the phone."
His mother's voice broke into his sleep and at first, he was too muddled to understand. Rolling over to glance at the clock next to his bed, he saw it was almost eight thirty in the morning, and recalling it was Saturday and that him, Dennis, and Tristan had planned to hang out all day playing Dungeons and Dragons, he was suddenly awake. Pushing the covers off him, he rolled out of bed and was halfway across his room when he stopped. Looking around, it took him a moment longer before it came to him that it wasn't his room that was bigger, it was him that was smaller. Finding it felt as right as it did to have tits, he took a step and stopped when it also came to him that his movements where no longer the uncoordinated clumsy ones he'd had all his life.
"Are you going to get up and answer the phone, or not?" his mom called out and suddenly drawn out of his thoughts, Patrick called out, "Yeah. I'm up. Give me a minute, okay?" taking in as he did how much more he sound like a girl.
Puzzled by this, he was certain it had to do with what he'd done to his genetics, but found he wasn't sure. Shucking off his sleeper shirt, then his pyjama bottoms, he looked down at himself. Seeing his firm, pert breasts, he cupped them and pressed his palm against his erect, pale pink nipples. Again, he was overcome with a sense of rightness, and without a single thought about what he was doing, he turned to the full-body mirror and was about to give his reflection his full attention when it came to him what he was before him.
"When did that appear?" he asked himself aloud as he stared at before he was distracted by his reflection.
Movement fluidic, he turned one way, then another as he noting the way he stood. Taking in how he stood with his chest thrust out and his privates pulled back, causing his butt to stick out, it came to him that it gave his overall stance a normal feminine S shape. Seeing he still didn't have the pinched waist of a girl, nor the pronounced hips, butt and thighs of one, that he still had boy parts, with a start he realised how he was looking at himself. Thinking, "I'm losing myself to what I am slowly turning myself into," and troubled by this, he asked himself, "Is that so bad?" after a bit as he turned away from the mirror, headed toward his dresser and pulling from within a pair boys underwear, a bra, a unisex shirt with a rock band label, and a pair of girl’s tight button fly jeans, he started to dress as he considered whether he should go all the way, if he'd gone far enough, revert back, or try something different.