Draining the milk carton Katie ran her hands over her body in anticipation of the changes that she felt confident were about to begin. Any moment she expected the last traces of her female appearance to vanish and for her to become entirely male. It wasn't that she wanted to be male, but it was likely to be easier than being an effeminate boy with a pussy between her legs. She braced herself for the feeling of her crotch sprouting a cock and balls, but it never happened.
"Tiff, it's not working. I'm still a freak!" at this she began to cry again, even harder than before.
She fell to the floor sobbing, "I don't want to be like this, I want to be a girl."
Good a friend as she was, Tiff rushed over to comfort Katie and gave her a hug, "Don't worry, I promise that I'll find a way to fix this."
Katie cried into Tiff's arms, taking comfort in the soft feminine scent of her friend and the feeling of Tiff's ample breasts pressing against her own flat chest. The feeling wasn't just comforting, it was mildly erotic to the point where she wondered what it would be like to gently caress Tiff's breasts and savor the feel of something she would never have. Her crying stopped and she snuggled closer, allowing Tiff to gently run her fingers through her hair and whisper softly to her.
"Don't worry Katie, don't cry. Just remember that I'm your friend and I would never leave you like this."
She didn't want the moment to end, she wanted to enjoy the feeling of Tiff's warm, soft body and longed for Tiff to do more than just hug her. Katie found herself wanting to touch Tiff in ways she had never before thought about touching another woman and she wanted Tiff to do the same to her. It would never happen though, not when she was like this, not when she was a freak. There was no way Tiff would want someone like her. Such terrible thoughts made her start to cry all over again. Never before had she realized how much she loved Tiff and now it was too late.
Tiff gently eased herself from Katie's arms, "If I can get you a glass of water do you think that might help?"
"Please," Katie whispered in her new, deeper voice.
Tiff walked over to a cabinet, found a glass and then went to the sink. Katie watched her every move, amazed at how beautiful Tiff was.
When Tiff handed her the glass she took it with shaking hands. A small sip of the cool, though slightly metallic tasting water helped her find her voice again, "Tiff, you're my best friend. I love you."
Before Tiff could move away, Katie kissed her passionately.