You get back to your apartment, finding yourself alone in your room, laying on your bed, with your white poster covered walls surrounding you.
You check your phone and there's a text from your best freind (as low key crush) Michael, "Hey did you just get back from the procedure?"
You're still adjusting to this new reality, wondering if it's yourself from this universe whose wish was granted when you swapped with her, "Yeah."
He responds almost immediately, "are you feeling well?"
"Not entirely, there's no effects yet, but I'm a bit tired." Outside the existence of chips, you're pretty sure things are mostly the same.
"Same." He replies. He must have been chipped too. "I don't think we're going to start losing anything right now."
"Are you sad about being chipped?" Mabye that was a bad thing to ask.
"In like a mundane way lol. Like, I'll certainly miss being a guy, but I'll live. Just hope I still want to be male when everything is done." For some reason that was sadder. It was one thing when it was you, but you didn't want Michael to lose that part of himself. "They say you start losing things by the first sleep so better enjoy everything while you still can!"
"Really, by the first sleep?" You wonder if you sounded strange.
"Yeah. -_- It's going to suck not having a libido or being able to enjoy sexual things anymore. I understand why we're doing this, those feelings can get in the way of so much."
"Yeah, but they can be so enjoyable."
"Yeah. We still have our last chance to have fun with them, pretty soon just looking at people and being attracted to them will be a far away memory. But think of it this way, once those feelings are gone you won't really miss them. You won't have the ability or desire to be turned on so it won't really bother you. Or at least that's the hope. ^_^" He takes a momment before texting again. "Hopefully I'll enjoy the change of pace. If not it's just for like four years. Going to enjoy being post pubescent while I still can so gtg."
Reading that was oddly scary. You don't want to lose anything. You don't want to stop being a woman.
You looke down at your genitals. Looking at the folds of your lips. The wetness. You didn't want to get rid of that. You wish you had been transported here before you couldn't resist this change anymore.
You start masturbating. You think of everything you enjoy about womanhood. You think about Michael, about kissing and touching him, about all those things you want to do to him but now won't get a chance to. You try to enjoy being a woman while you still are one, savoring every feeling of pleasure you can, because soon you won't have it. When you orgasm you try to keep every aspect of the feeling in your memory, knowing you might lose it. You don't know how you're going to live without this.
Then you fall asleep, you're tired from everything after all.