Victor and Alexis sat at the table in the kitchen of their shared apartment. Every once and awhile Victor would shift about in his seat, as if he couldn't find a good way to rest his frame. Across from him sat Alexis, quieting drinking a cup of coffee.
It had been half an hour and the shock and horror of what had happened had passed. To Alexis, she was torn between liking Victor's new look and wanting to demand that he change back...to which he kept saying that he didn't know how the transformation took place. To Victor, he thought he looked like...at least in the facial features...like someone who was about to go to a Glam Rock concert.
Again he shifted and Alexis set her coffee down and asked, "Is there something the matter with your seat?"
Victor, who was feeling hormonal and didn't realise it, shot back, "No. It's just the feel of these," he indicates the milk laden breasts that now make up his chest, "and the way the sweat pants you loaned me feel."
Alexis looked evenly at Victor and he continued. "I suppose it would be helpful if I had produced a set of breast naturally, but these aren't. Also, they are awfully sore and tender. Plus there is the way the sweat pants keeping pressing up against my genitals. I am so used to having a penis and testicles, that it feels really weird to have a piece of clothes pressing up against my privates, when my privates are between my legs and consist of a vagina and clitoris. Again, I probably wouldn't be feeling this way if I had been female."
Alexis smiled and said in comforting tone, "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Especially if we can't find a way to transform you back."
A shudder from Victor and suddenly he felt like crying. Alexis stood and after a bit, she came around the table and put an arm around Victor. Feeling comforted by this, he listened as Alexis told him, "We will find a way through this. And if you stay female or give birth, I'll be right by your side all the way."
Victor sniffled and said in an almost tear choked voice, "I have to use the bathroom. Will you excuse me?"
Alexis nodded and Victor stood, with some difficulty, and finding his center of balance he waddled to the bathroom. Inside he pulled down his pants and sat down. While the urine left his body from a new location, he moodily thought, "Guess I'll have to start thinking of myself as a she for the time being. Can't be called Victor, so what shall I have people call me?"
Sniffling some more, feeling overwhelmed by a wash of different emotions, Victor wanted to cry. Lifting up the shirt Alexis had loaned him, Victor looked at the milk laden C cups. Knowing for some reason that the breasts that went with this body were on average a B cup he realised that none of his clothes would fit. Figuring he would need to go down to the maternity store and buy something that would fit better, he gently rubbed his slightly pronounced stomach and realised suddenly that he was happy and excited because of the new life growing inside his body.
Finishing, he wiped...though he wasn't sure why he felt the need to do so, but felt it would be appropriate...pulled his pants up, stood and decided that he would try to focus on thinking of himself as a she, decided she wanted be called Vicky, flushed and went wash her hands.
Exiting the bathroom, Vicky returned to the kitchen and sitting down, adjusting once again so she was at least somewhat comfortable, she asked Alexis, "Can you do two things for me?"
A nod from the other woman and Vicky pressed on. "For the time being can you call me Vicky. At least until the situation has been resolved. Also. In the morning, can you come with me down to the mall and help me purchase some maternity clothes?"
Alexis sat in silence and then said, "I think I could help you right now. My sister, whom you haven't met, gave birth to a girl about three years ago. She, my sister, is two years older than I am. I think she might still have the maternity clothes. If she does, I'll see if I can get them in the morning. Okay?"
A smile from Vicky and the Alexis says, "What I think we both need, you more than me, is for us to get some sleep right now."
Standing, Alexis takes her empty coffee cup to the sink, rinses it and sets it in the basin of unwashed dishes. As she does this, Vicky stands and waits for Alexis. As the two head for the bedroom, Vicky clicks off the light in the kitchen. Walking toward the bedroom, hugging each other, Vicky leans over and kisses Alexis.
In the darkened hallway, Alexis blushes and says, "I've never been kissed by another girl."
Vicky grins in the dark and replies, "If it helps, don't think of me as a girl. I may be a female in appearance, but my mind is still pretty much that of a males."
Leaning over, Alexis suddenly kisses Vicky and tells her, "Whether you are male or female, I still love you."
Hugging each other, they enter the bedroom and lying down on the bed, they both slowly drift off to sleep. On the floor, tangle up in the robe Alexis had bought, the forgotten medallion glints and glitters in the moonlight.