Jamie hung out with Jenny for the rest of the afternoon, talking incessantly about a particular teen heartthrob. Jenny just tried to smile and tune Jamie out as much as she could, reminding herself that this would only last for another month. They watched The Suite Life for a few hours—Jamie’s idea—until their Mom came home.
Jamie leaped up to greet her, again, causing her breasts bounce out of control. Jenny noted that the enthusiasm of a 10 year old was really out of place in a woman’s body.
“Mom!” said Jaime as she grabbed their mother in a solid, breast-smashing, hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Easy, Jenny,” said their mother, slipping out of her grip. “Let me put down my bag first.”
“I’m Jamie!” said a wounded Jamie.
“Jamie,” said their mother as she put down her bag. “I’m sorry, dear. Normally it’s Jenny who’s the most excited about these things.”
Jenny walked over to join them, trying to keep up appearances. She noticed as she got closer that their mother’s breasts seemed to have grown as well. “Must run in the family,” she muttered to herself. Jenny was also pleased to see that their mother was not surprised to come home to a pair of ten-year-old girl twins who were 20-year-old women from the neck down. Frank had done his job pretty well after all.
Sitting at the dinning room table, they chatted for a few minutes about their plans for going to the show. Jenny tried her best to seem excited, while Jamie did most of the talking. Then, their mother appeared to have remembered something.
“Oh, wait,” she said, standing up and pulling a box out of her bag. “I did say I would pick some up for you on the way home.” She handed the box to Jenny. “Here you go. Bring them upstairs next time you go up.” Jenny wanted to throw it across the room. It was a box of tampons.
“I-I’ll take it up right now,” she said, unable to hide her disgust.
Their mother sighed, “Well, I suppose I could do it if it’s such a chore for you.”
Jenny just walked away, staring at the tampons, while Jamie started back in with their mother on the wonders of Bieber.
Jenny knew that she shouldn’t be shocked. She did have a grown up body. Still, tampons? Menstruation was one of those female things that guys tried to pretend didn’t exist. Doing the math, Jenny realized that 4 to 6 weeks meant at least one cycle… maybe even two.
“Really, really regretting this choice now,” she said as she put away the tampons.
In a minute, she was on her bed, staring at the ceiling and considering what to do next. She wondered if there was a number she could call to contact TransDem Labs, but she realized that she would have to go online to find it. All of the paperwork she had from them had vanished with her Chronivac. After thinking it all over again, she’d changed her mind. She wanted to get Frank to turn her back into Jeff again. Even with a boy’s body the wait would be better than dealing with this mess.
Jenny looked at Bieber again. He smiled at her. This time, it was a caring smile. He seemed to be telling her that everything was going to be alright. She felt surprisingly comforted just looking at him. He was good looking. She couldn’t deny that anymore. She figured that she had never really looked at him before as Jeff. Her hand brushed by her crotch, and she felt her new genitals tingle briefly.
“What the fuck?” she said as she pulled her hand away after realizing what she was doing. She stared at her body. Her hand had moved unconsciously to touch herself as she was looking at the poster. “No, no, no, no,” she chanted. “No fucking way.”
She looked back at Bieber. He was cute… hot even. She felt herself really warming up to him, wanting him. She shut her eyes and rolled over, turning her back to the poster.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” she said rubbing her eyes with her hands, as if her hands could wash away the image of the boy from her mind. She was attracted to him. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted him. “I’m not fucking gay,” she said defiantly. “I like girls.” She rolled onto her back and looked down at herself. She grabbed her tits. “I like big titties,” she said to herself. “See? I made these. I love tits and ass and pussy.” Hearing those words in her sister’s voice was a bit disturbing, but she was trying to make a point to herself. This body was her design. It was what her teenaged boy mind had desired. She had become what she had wanted.
She stood up, shut her door, stripped naked, and stared at herself in the full-length mirror on her door. She had a wet dream of a body from the neck down. She would have killed to touch this body when she had been Jeff. But now… now it didn’t seem to be that special of a thing. She didn’t want it. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. She looked at Bieber. Her nipples got hard. That was what she wanted. No denying it.
“But, why?” she said. “Why would I want him now that I’m in Jamie’s body?”
Then it hit her: Jamie was not gay. Straight little girls like teenage boys. Jamie was a straight little girl, and Jenny was Jamie now.
“Fuck,” she said, realizing what she had done to herself. She was stuck with the attractions of a straight little girl for 4 to 6 weeks. She stared at her body in the mirror. Not only did she have a little girl’s attractions, she also had a grown woman’s body and all of the desires and needs that came with it. Immature attractions in a mature body. “Oh, fuck. I’m in trouble.”
She started getting dressed. Fumbling with her bra, she muttered, “I need to call Frank. I’m going to call him and get him to turn me back.”