Skirt dropped back down, covering the shorts sewn underneath, Jennifer stood and took a step away from the computer. Intent on rejoining the others, she stopped when she all of a sudden came over dizzy. Reaching out and grabbing the nearest thing, the arm of the desk chair, she held on tight as she felt as if she'd fall to the floor. Shaking her head, her long hair flipping back and forth as she did, she couldn't understand what was happening.
Though she'd only made the one change, for reasons she couldn't understand, other things were happening. Inside her head, select memories vanished and new ones formed. Suddenly remembering being born a boy named Daniel, she also recalled how, at about six, she came out to her parents she was a girl. Things rearranging, she lived through new memories of going to see doctors, taking pills, transitioning to becoming Jennifer, being informed, when she was older, she could take the next step, if she wanted to, have surgery to make her look female down below, and lastly, having to move because of not only mommy and daddy's new jobs, but also because something they'd said about the town they'd been living in, which was it wasn't transgender friendly.
Confused by all this, wondering why this had changed as much as she tried to come to terms with how she'd somehow gone from being a complete girl to a male-to-female transgender, Jennifer released her hold on the chair. Looking about, seeing where she was, then at the computer, a part of her whispered she'd come in here to use it like Lucy had demonstrated and make herself fully female, whilst another hinted she'd come in here as a girl and had used the Chronivac to make herself who she now was.
Trying to figure out which was right and which was wrong, she breathed out after bit, "I need to find somewhere to think," and hearing her voice, the voice of a girl, Jennifer looked down at her skirt, thought about the icky boy parts she now had, and feeling even more muddled, she exited the office. Heading back down the hall, she ducked into the bathroom as she reached it, and closing and locking the door, she flipped on the lights, mulled things over a bit, then, before she could change her mind, she proceeded to shuck off her shirt and skirt-shorts. Folding them, trying her best not to look down at herself, she stepped in front of the mirror.
A girl of nine years with a befuddled, as well as a tinge of frightened, look on her face stared back at her. Taking in how round and feminine her face was, how her eyebrows were thin, barely there, her long hair, her eyes drifted down to stare at her unassuming body. Staring at her nipples, pink and erect, two hard little points, they weren't the only thing she noticed which jutted off her body. Staring at her cock, her balls, unsure what she should feel about having them, as she was overwhelmed by a plethora of emotions by the sight of them, Jennifer shifted in place and tucked the male organs, which were so small, they looked as if they hadn't developed since she'd been a toddler, between her legs. Seeing how it kind of looked feminine down there, she felt even more muddled up, and reaching for her clothes, she redressed herself, thinking as she did, "Leave myself the way I am, or go back and use the Chronivac?"
Not sure which, she stared again at her reflection. After a bit, unaware she was doing what she was doing so wouldn't have to make a choice right away, she adjusted her hair, shifted her top so it sat comfortable, then lifted up her skirt and stared at the bulge in her shorts.