Once home you settled in to your room and quickly found yourself watching random videos online to pass the time.
You don’t know how much time had passed before you heard a knock and you looked up to see your little sister. She’d been your little brother until Mom had announced he’d been entered into a Senior Year program at his high school the year before that required his gendershaping into a she.
“Hey, dork, how’s your girlfriend?” she asked. Gendershaping had been a very painful and dramatic period for her but she had adapted decently to it even if she still gets into arguments with your Mom over it.
“She’s doing great so far!” you say,”I just got back from her place, she’s pretty happy and so am I. Why do you ask?”
She shrugs and says,”Gendershaping is a big thing and I wanted to make sure she’s not as fucked up about it as I was.”
Gendershaping has become a cause for her since her own happened. Your Mom had expected it to be only a little more difficult than a change in routine but it wasn’t like that for your sister and you and your Mom weren’t able to help her very much.
“She’ll be fine, thanks. She’s already pissed standing up!” you joke and you both laugh.
“You never know what you have until its gone!” she says.
“Yeah well I think she’s going to be okay. What about you?”
“Who? Me?”
“There’s no one else here, dork.”
Your sister blushes a little and says,”I’m good now. I just know how it can suck to have your whole world flipped upsidedown just because someone decided she wanted a daughter.”
You nod. “I’ll tell her she can talk to you if she needs any help.”
Your sister nods and then shamelessly scratches an itch on one breast through her loose tank top, typical of many gendershaped boys to retain old crude habits.
“I’d be happy to if she needs me.” she says and then pauses before shaking her head and saying,”Alright, see ya later!”
She walks out and leaves you alone, you wondering if that was really all she was after.