I took a deep breath and glance at my pretty-boy complexion in the
mirror. This is impossible, I thought to myself, machines cannot change
how one looks. I decided to take a novel course of action. If I went to
go take a shower, I reassured myself, everything will turn out fine.
I discarded my clothes, which slid off my more slender frame, and turned
on the shower. The warm water is relaxing, and invigorated me to a
degree which I had thought previously impossible. As I reached for the
shampoo and lather my longer, lighter hair, I was overcome with a fit of
the giggles. I shook my head determinedly, and forced out that
playful feeling that seemed to getting more powerful, more vigorous,
if one could say such a thing. As I reached for my bottle of body
wash, something felt off-kilter. It seemed to me as though I had to
put in more effort, to what was to me, an inconsequential task.
Nevertheless, I remained undaunted, and finished my shower without
any unusual occurrences. As I stepped out, I felt a shudder run
through my body, despite the fact that the room in itself, was as warm
as the shower. I took a hand, knelt towards the mirror( Was it taller,
or was that just me?) and wiped away the fog with my more slender
hand, and was shocked at what looked back. My hair, although wet,
was most certainly a few inches longer, and even plastered to my
shoulders, I could see it was developing a slight wave at the tips.
My face too, had taken a step further away from androgyny, and one
closer to womanhood. My eyebrows seemed thinner, as was my nose, and
my lips seemed to have puffed up slightly. My eyes, once a beetle
black, have lightened in shade to a resplendent hazel. As for my
body, it too had worsened. My arms were more slender, with thinner
hands,(dainty?), and my clipped nails have grown out a centimeter.
My chest seemed devoid of hair, and my abs seemed almost....puffy?
what was once an athletes torso, had lost it's form, and seemed to be
insulated with an extremely thin, almost imperceptible, layer of fat.
Glancing down at the "Boys" they too seemed worse for wear. They
seemed almost....stunted? Looking at my hairless legs, they seem to
have lost almost all of their definition. Lastly, my feet had grown
smaller, and the nails as well, seemed to have grown by a centimeter.
In the face of all this, all I could do was let lose a raucous fit
of giggles.