The next morning Corinne awoke early and rushed to the mirror to see if she had started changing yet. At first she was disappointed--at first glance her body looked the same as it had looked yesterday before she had taken the first pill. Boobs, wide hips, female genitals, the whole bit. Were the pills a fraud?
Fraud or not, she still had to go to school. She got dressed, but noticed that nothing was quite fitting. Her bra hung loose, but her top was tight around the shoulders, and her arms were barely fitting through the arm holes of her sweater. There seemed to be a little extra room in the seat of her pants, and the legs weren't going down as far as they used too. Her shoes felt much tighter than usual.
She felt hungrier at breakfast than she ever had before, wolfing down three bowls of cereal rather than her usual one.
"Are you OK, sweetie?" asked her mom. "You kind of sound like you have a cold."
"Fine Mom" said Corinne. She was going to have to tell her Mom eventually, but not now.