I ignored Rachel’s statement. I was kind of mesmerized by seeing yet another male mid-transition, but somehow seemingly further along than the three of us. Then again, I had no idea if he had developed any female genitalia as of yet.
After a few minutes of hearing nothing all that interesting, we started to flip through channels again. We went to other news stations but they didn’t have anything to report that was connected to my most recent wish. While we channel surfed I noticed that Scott and Carl had been fidgeting in their seats at least once a minute for the last half an hour or so. Then it dawned on me that I had been doing the same thing. I looked down at myself. I still wore my socks but they looked as if they could slip off at any time. My legs seemed to have changed entirely. They were smooth and thin, which I could never say about my legs prior to now.
My attention went to my mid-section. The bottom of my t-shirt dangled down and blocked what I wanted to see. Without trying to draw attention to myself, I slightly lifted up my shirt to remove it from my view. I looked first at my ever decreasing penis. I honestly could never remember a time when it looked so small. I tried to move it, but found that it would only move if I shook my hips. When I did that, I again felt odd in my seat. At this point I could see that both Rachel and Pam took notice of what I was doing. I glanced at the TV and the channel currently on said it was now 12:00. I took the initiative and said, “Time for another photo session!”
“Beat me to it,” Rachel said as she stood up.
“Oh, I know,” I agreed. “Pam, too.”
“Cheater,” my sister said as she stuck out her tongue at me.
“What?” I practically squealed, my voice noticeably higher in pitch. “I thought you looked forward to this.” My voice cracked twice in that short sentence.
Pam laughed at me. “Your masculinity is just about gone,” she remarked. As I took off my somewhat larger T-shirt she looked right at my groin and added, “Literally.”
Scott and Carl removed their clothes with an eagerness I had not yet detected during these photo update sessions. It seemed we had all turned that corner and were ready to become women. The girls lined us up against the wall and for some reason told us to not look at each other. Before they started to take any pictures they took a few steps back and looked us over.
“Can you all turn around for a sec?” asked Joyce. The three of us obliged so that we all faced the wall. “OK, now back again,” Joyce added a few seconds later. We turned to see the three girls all smiling and nodding their heads. “You see what we have here, girls?” she asked Rachel and Pam.
“Yep,” they replied simultaneously.
None of them said anything else, however, and they started taking pictures again. “Hold up,” said Scott. “What do you have?”
“Spoilers,” Joyce smirked. “First we need to get the evidence.” Scott responded by making a very feminine sounding pout. “Uh-uh-uh,” Joyce chided. “That’s no attitude to have right now.” I looked at Scott to see that he followed up his verbal pout with an equally pouty expression on his face. “No looking at each other!” Joyce shouted when she caught me.
From there on we dutifully followed their instructions. We posed as they asked us to without objection. I sensed that they focused on our lower bodies. After several more minutes of being objectified the girls announced they were done. As we redressed, so to speak, the girls started looking at the pictures. “Now come see what we mean,” they said. We all gathered around to look at the pictures on the camera’s screen.
As several pictures went by, there was a distinct pattern emerging. But Scott couldn’t see it. “What am I missing?” he asked.
“Simple, silly,” answered Joyce. “From the waist down, you’re all practically females. Your feet and legs look like ours, and now you all have wide hips and nice, round asses.”
“But we still have tiny little penises,” I said.
“Sure, but didn’t you notice what was missing?” Joyce asked with a knowing smile. Without thinking twice, I reached down to my little penis and felt around. I quickly discovered what Joyce already knew. “You two don’t need to check, yours are gone too,” she said to confirm that we no longer possessed testicles. “I’ll bet you can’t even move those little things anymore, can you?” she teased.
“I can’t,” I freely admitted. I looked at Scott and Carl. Their expressions changed to ones of concentration. They both shook their heads.
Suddenly Rachel reappeared in the room. I hadn’t even noticed that she left. She was carrying the second bag Joyce brought with her yesterday. “Now that these three are practically girls, I think it’s time for the next step,” she said.
I asked, “And that is?”