Once again, Rowan stood before the mirror. Staring into it at the person reflected back, she experienced a moment of confusion as she realised not only the gender pronouns she used to identify herself by had switched again, but also she'd changed more about herself and hadn’t even realised she was doing so.
She had been looking at herself, noting how her hands and feet were too big, that her waist lacked the pinched look, and her butt, hips and thighs weren't developed like a girls. Turning to the programme, almost as if on auto-pilot, she had decided to "fix" what she'd seen as a problem, and in the process had discovered that with the discomfort as such a low setting, it was triggering instead a sense of sexual arousal. Moments later, she back in front of the mirror, and turning in place, she peered at her reflection from different angles, noting how it now appeared to look like a sixteen year old girl, right down to the pixie haircut she'd given herself.
"Is this really what I wanted?" she asked herself as she noticed that she'd even removed her scrotum and now all that was left to prove she'd once been a teenage boy was her small penis.
Her thoughts went back to what she'd originally planned, to transform herself into a girl, or part of herself into something feminine, all to better understand girls better, and hopefully be able to approach and talk to one. But, it seemed with every little part of her male self she gave up, it seemed like the more she gave in to what now felt like an addiction to make herself completely into the opposite sex. Worrying her lip at this, as she studied her reflection, shifted so her infant sized penis was tucked between her legs, wanted to go to the Chronivac and see what else she might have altered, but was frightened if she did, she finish the transformation.
"Would that be so bad?" she wondered aloud as she reached for her bra and as if she had been doing it for years, she wrapped it around her torso, did up the back, adjusted how her breasts sat in the cups, pulled up the shoulders straps, fiddled with them, and when the undergarment was comfortable, she turned away from the mirror and re-dressed herself.
A glance at the clock next to her bed and she saw that she had to be over at her friend's place in about twenty some minutes. Thinking what she needed to take with, she packed a bag, as she wouldn't be back until Monday evening, and was only hesitant about one thing, her laptop. Knowing she needed to take it with her, that there was stuff on it needed for their campaign, Rowan at first was hesitant to go near it, believing if she did she'd give in and use the programme to transform more of herself.
Hands trembling, she reached out to it, and telling herself, "Just shut it down," over and over, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saved her profile on the Chronivac, exited it, and turned off the computer. Feeling like she was in the clear for the moment, she put the laptop in a book bag, knocking over some compact disks in the process, and glancing at them, she figured, “I’ll deal with them after school," as she picked up her bag and left the room. Giving her mom a quick hug goodbye and an explanation that she was heading over to a friend's house and would be back later, she grabbed her coat and shoes, which she wasn't surprised to see where something a girl would wear, and left for Dennis' place.
Some time after she'd left, her mother went to check the laundry she had started earlier. Sorting through it, she stopped when she came across a pair of panties she realised must belong to her daughter. With a huff that the teenage girl must have missed them in the dryer when she'd used the appliances a couple days ago, Mrs McHenry took the cotton bikini briefs and headed for Rowan's room. Stepping brisk like across the room, she rolled the undergarment up like her daughter did with all her other panties, put them in the top draw with the rest, and turned to leave, but stopped when she saw the disks Rowan had knocked over.
Most scattered across the girl's desk, Mrs McHenry saw a fair number had fallen to the floor. Not wanting any of them to get stepped on, she scooped them up, considered putting them on the desk, and instead began to stack them. Reading the titles as she did, she thought most of them were music CDs until she came to labelled "Chronivac". Wondering what that was, curious to know if it was some sort of game, Mrs McHenry figured her daughter wouldn't mind if she tried it, and stacking the rest of them, she left the teenage girl's bedroom. Making her way to her home office, she sat down before the PC and booted it up. The moment she'd logged in and was looking at the desktop, she inserted the disk into the drive, sat back and waited as it installed, wondering as she did what sort of game it was.