I could hear my dad slowly passing the phone to my mother, I took a deep breath before her voice would start blaring in my ear. It had been four days since my sister had visited me and my dad had called to check up on me, something about being protective over his daughter? I was in the middle of reminding him that I’m still his son when he started handing the phone over to mom.

“Hello? Dillan?” Mom practically yelled into the phone, my parents weren’t really that old, they grew up in the 80s not the 60s so how they both managed to be so inept when it came to phone calls was a total mystery to me.

“Yes mom, you don’t need to shout yet again” I sighed, laying back on my bed, “I really don’t get how you still don’t understand phones”

“Your voice sounds different than it did last time we saw you” she completely blew off what I said, whatever, “Did your body start changing on you?”

“...Yeah, the changes are actually probably done?” Has my voice changed? Why didn’t Brittany mention it?

“Well, you have a very pretty voice, reminds me of mine back when I was your age”

“Uh.. th-thanks? I guess” it felt weird getting a compliment like that from my mom, she’s the last person I’d expect to compliment anything about my transformation

“Now, your sister says you aren’t wearing your bras that she got for you, Dillan Davis! Your chest needs support” this was definitely a new mom rant for me to hear

“Uh… well… sorry mom gotta go bye, love you!”

“Now you wait just a minute! You need to have some modes-” I quickly hung up the phone with my heart in my ears a bit.

 

Why in the world did Brittany tell her about that? Well, I guess she might not have thought that mom would bring it up to me… I probably shouldn’t hang up on my own mother but I was way too ill prepared for a talk like that one! I need at least a few weeks before I can handle that sort of stress.

My eyes slowly shifted over to my closet, even with the door shut I knew exactly where the bras and panties were sitting inside. For some reason whenever I thought about them I got this strange feeling in my chest and I couldn’t help but picture myself wearing them. I mean, sure, every guy’s worn a bra before but actually filling one out? The thought made me shiver a bit, my face burning as usual.

 

When the call screen closed out of my phone I was suddenly reminded of what I was doing before dad called me. The guy’s group chat was open, after thinking about it some more I figured telling them ahead of time would be better than having four guys show up and being extremely confused when a woman opens the door, plus I bet Mark would hit on me if he didn’t know I was me… ugh… gross thought.

 

Dillan

Sooo hey guys, remember when I said that I got a new gig that paid super well? I guess I should probably tell you all about what exactly the gig is about, otherwise you might freak out ^^;

 

As could be expected of sending a group text in the middle of the day on a work day, no one immediately responded so with shaky fingers I started to type out my next message.

 

Dillan

Yeah, well, the gig is a medical trial actually. I don’t have to do anything for the next year and I get an amazing salary for it. The catch? Is that well…

 

I had hit send without typing the last part, it was so much more stressful with no one responding directly to me. Not to mention actually typing out what the experiment was made it sound insane, but with my clammy sweaty hands I did my best to describe it.

 

Dillan

The drug they shot me up with makes me look like a girl, for the next whole year straight. So when you all get here don’t be surprised when someone who looks nothing like me opens the door, that’s me.

 

The instant I saw that the message had been sent I chucked my phone across my bed and stormed out of my room faster than I ever had before, immediately pacing around my apartment in a frenzy of worry over how they would react to that bombshell.

What if they thought I was a freak? What if they thought I wanted to stay like this forever? My brain was moving a mile a second in a massive doomspiral. What if they hated me? What if they preferred me this way?

My heart started racing faster and faster, I could feel myself getting kind of dizzy. I knew it didn’t make sense to be freaking out this much, I was still a guy after all but I was terrified of how they would react, what if they didn’t accept me?

It had been years since this last happened to me, normally I’d go to my mom like this and she’d help me calm down but now? I was living by myself and had no clue what to do. I tried to rack my brain to figure out how to get this feeling to stop, how to slow my brain down before I completely fainted. I vaguely recalled my sister always taking a bath whenever she got stressed out so maybe that would work?

Without really thinking anymore I quickly got into the bathroom and slid out of my massive t-shirt and turned on the water for the bath that I had never once used. When I got the apartment I was surprised to see that it even had a tub / shower combo instead of just a regular shower but at this moment I wasn’t really complaining.

 

Before too long the tub was full and I slid down into it, completely in the nude. I tried to focus my thoughts on just my breathing, slowly inhaling and exhaling just like mom always told me to when I felt like this. 

After about five or so minutes I could finally feel like I was at least sort of back to normal. Between the breathing and the nice hot water I even started to feel… kind of alright.

That was when I finally realized it though, my eyes snapping open and face glowing brighter than the sun. I looked down for just a moment and saw my boobs partially submerged in the water. Truth be told I hadn’t bathed at all since the most recent set of changes had occurred, with my… Well, the thing between my legs, gone I didn’t really feel comfortable bathing.

But now here I was, laying in the tub with my new soft body completely exposed and wet. I had never seen a naked woman’s body in person before, let alone seen one in first person! 

 

Part of me wanted to jump out of the tub right away and never think of this again. But a more rational part of me knew that I would eventually have to bathe and since I’m already in the tub? It would be a waste to not clean myself now, right?

My hands were shaking again, from embarrassment rather than panic, as I grabbed the bodywash and began to lather myself slowly over all of my appropriate and not lewd areas. I completely ignored my chest and between my legs because I was too nervous.

To be honest I had always hated the smell of guy’s body wash, or rather, I hated how it always smelt on me I guess, since when I would sometimes get a whiff of it from one of my friends it didn’t bother me. So for the last few years I had been using a scentless body wash just to make things easier.

While washing my body I finally put together just how soft my skin had become and just how… kind of curvy my body was now. My small soft hands cleaned up the non-lewd areas of my body pretty quickly… but I probably shouldn’t leave the bath without cleaning more.

 

After taking in a deep breath I got some more body wash on my hands and gently touched my own chest, the instant my hands made contact it felt like a jolt was sent through my whole body which drew a very high pitched gasp from my lips. I could feel my nipples pointing and getting harder against my palms which only furthered my embarrassment, which made my hands tremble more, which made my chest jiggle a bit in an awkward blushing feedback loop.

Sufficiently embarrassed and no longer capable of maintaining direct contact with my own chest I bailed on this plan, jumping out of the tub and nearly falling over in the process.

After a hasty drying off with a towel, while also avoiding my chest and between my legs, I finally walked back into my room. I was still dripping wet thanks to all the excess surface area I hadn’t dried but I didn’t really mind and instead just flopped onto the bed. Without really thinking I grabbed my phone and opened up the group chat to see a handful of messages waiting for me.

 

Khaos99

Are you kidding?

 

X-irony-x

It’s probably just an excuse so he can dress in drag, always pegged him as a femboy

 

L

It’s a real project he’s talking about, I did a little searching

 

L posted a link to the website for the experiment, I was surprised he had found it so easily!

 

Khaos99

Huh, well alright then, thanks for letting us know ahead of time… Dillina?

 

Palm66

That’s not an actual name

 

Khaos99

Well she didn’t exactly tell us one

 

X-irony-x

Does it really matter? He’s still a dude even if he’s got a set of tits on him

 

L

You’re a beacon of acceptance aren’t you Mark

 

X-irony-x

Acceptance of what? Participating in a sketchy ass study just to get some boobs? Sure man

 

Khaos99

Hey man, don’t be so hostile

 

X-irony-x

Whatever

 

L

Dillan wasn’t kidding though, pay is 100k

 

X-irony-x

Don’t tell me you’re going to slap on some tits too

 

L

Hey 100k is 100k

 

Khaos99

Stop being a dickhead Mark

 

That was the last of the messages, all in all? Not as bad of a reaction as I would have expected. Though I might as well clear some things up

 

Dillan(?)

So while- hey, who changed my screenname? Eh, whatever, so while Mark is being a douche he is at the very least right about one thing, I’m still a guy, so no need to call me anything girly or stuff like that

 

Kevin had always been the most consistent about responding quickly.

 

Khaos99

Understood, well, see you when we see you then dude!

 

Happy with that result I set my phone aside and tried to go about the rest of my day like normal.

 

The next ten days went about pretty regularly. I stayed in bed a lot, played a lot of games, and avoided bathing like the plague. You know, the usual stuff, but surely enough eventually it was the 21st of February, the day my friends were going to head over.

Until this point I had pretty much just been wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers but today I had to actually dress fully. I wore a huge hoodie that reached down to my upper thighs with sleeves that went past my palms as well as a pair of jeans with a belt that I had to make a new hole in to get tight enough to keep my pants from falling down. The jeans were also very oversized, in general I looked like a kid wearing her dad’s clothes, though perhaps hiding my curves was a good idea.

 

Content with the stability of my belt I finally opened the door to the knocking. Much to my surprise all four of them had come together in a group, the one who was knocking was Kevin. He is probably equal to me in height since I lost a few inches during my transformation, he has messy as hell shoulder length black hair and pale blue eyes.

Mark was next to him on his right, he had a brown buzz cut and blackish eyes. To Kevin’s left was L, he was definitely the smallest of us by a wide margin and had rounded glasses with short sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. Finally there was Paul standing in the back, he had long brown jesus-esc hair and was the only one of the guys with facial hair.

I tried my best to ignore that they were all looking me up and down and awkwardly ushered the group of them into my apartment.

“Gotta admit Dillan, you look a lot like your sister!” Mark was the first to comment on my appearance, and considering that he was always talking about how hot my sister was? It was a bit weird

“That’s to be expected, when guys transition they can often start to resemble cis women in their family” L retorted, the little shit loved being the smart one, which to be fair he was always the smart one

“Cis?” Mark asked loudly while kicking back on the couch

“It means being the same gender as your sex, so you’re a cis guy Mark” L took a seat on a nearby chair pretty far from him

“Pretty sure we’re all cis guys than” Paul sat down next to Mark

Kevin sat on the floor between the chair and the couch since all the seats had been taken.

“Can we say the same for little miss experiment?” Mark raised an eyebrow at me to which he received a quick elbow from Paul.

 

I stood a bit off from the rest of them, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Yes Mark, I’m still a guy” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, he always did like to jab at everyone

“How does it feel?” L quickly chirped up

“You really are thinking about signing up for that experiment” Mark grunted but was completely ignored by everyone

“It feels…” their stares while awaiting for an answer certainly weren’t making it easy to think, sure they weren’t looking me up and down but having eyes on me at all was still embarrassing, “kinda regular? I’m pretty much used to this body by now”

“I’m surprised you signed up for anything like that, you’ve never been one to experiment” Kevin said, being the furthest from me but also being the only one fully facing me

I shrugged, “I needed the cash pretty bad, I can barely afford this place”

“Wouldn’t the cost of new clothes and whatnot add up quite a bit though?” L asked

“Only if I actually buy new clothes, which I have no intentions of doing”

“Really? Why not?” Paul leaned away from Mark, idly fidgeting his fingers

“Because… Why would I? I’m still a guy”

“It’s probably kinda uncomfortable in clothes that don’t really fit you though, right?” Kevin asked, now making me feel kinda like I was being questioned by a crowd… even though this was just casual discussion

“A little I guess, but so what? Doesn’t make sense to buy a bunch of clothes I’m only going to fit in for a year before I turn back to normal” I had been wearing the same outfits since high school, “besides what would I even wear? Not like I’m going to go around in a skirt or anything”

“Because you’re still a guy, yeah yeah” Mark cut me off with exactly what I was going to say

“Yeah, exactly, I’m still a guy so there’s no need to dress up in girl’s clothes”

“Seems kinda like a waste to me…” L stared up at the ceiling, “If I were in your shoes? I’d get all kinds of outfits”

“I’d probably at least try a few, though I’d never sign on for a project like that” Kevin interjected

“Yeah I agree with Kevin” Paul nodded

“Hey if you’re up for experimenting I got a few things you can try” Mark had a shit eating grin on his face, I always figured he’d be the most unbearable about this whole situation.

 

The room sort of collectively rolled our eyes at his remark.

“You agreed to be polite” Kevin seemed the most upset

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” he protested

“You were going to tell her to suck your cock, like you always do” L said before I even got the chance

“Him” I quietly corrected

“Hey, I’m being as polite as I can be!” Mark chuckled, “Besides, ain’t it more accepting of me to treat him as if he was a girl?”

“This right here? This is why you don’t have a girlfriend Markus” Paul jabbed Mark again playfully, though maybe with a bit more force than last time.

 

I thought for a minute and watched the group as they continued bantering, mostly mocking Mark for being an asshole.

“You all told him to be polite before coming here?” I giggled, “Guess he has been nicer than he ever has been before”

“We just didn’t want him making everything awkward, you know how he is around girls” Kevin responded

“Right but I’m-”

“Not a girl, still a guy” he cut me off with a knowing grin, “but you know how he is”

“It’s remarkable he has any friends at all” L huffed

“Hey now, since we’re in the pansy ass politeness circle you should have to be polite to me” Mark stupidly grinned.

 

As the day continued on the discussion about my body slowly faded away entirely, it was nice to feel normal again for a good little while. We all sat around and caught up with each other, we got a few pizzas delivered and had a good time just like we always did.

Unfortunately since Paul drove Mark here, Mark had decided to get a few beers and started drinking pretty heavily. He was an asshole even when he was completely sober, so I always hated when he drank, he would always become nearly unbearable.

“Look all I’m saying is” he took another deep swig, “that you could NOT pay me enough money to get my cock lopped off”

“The hell are you on about now? Nobody said anything about genitals” L was in the same camp as me, he usually got the brunt of Mark’s douchebaggery when he was shitfaced

“Just talking about the little Miss Dillan” he lazily motioned to me, “her… no balls havin ass…”

“Hey dickhead, they didn’t lop my testicles off” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, I didn’t know why but his assertions were really getting to me today

“So you still got them then?” despite getting completely piss drunk more regularly than the rest of us, Mark was still very much a lightweight with alcohol

“I-I don’t need to answer that!” my face started to turn red again

“So you got a slit then, huh?” which nearly made me lose my cool if I hadn’t been beaten to the punch

“How about you fuck off dude! you’ve been an asshole to him all day” Kevin swatted Mark’s leg from the ground

“Are you saying you're not curious about it too?” he chuckled drunkenly, “hell if he’s still a he than he should have no problem showing us his pussy”

“Dude” L rubbed his temples

“Hey it’s not my fault you don’t like pussy L” he drunkenly shrugged.

 

Paul, who had until this point remained silent through Mark’s drunken ramblings, stood up immediately.

“Alright, I’m going to take shit for brains here home” he aggressively pulled Mark up to his feet, thankfully Paul was a lot bigger and stronger than him, “Don’t pay him any mind Dillan”

“Sure… see you around” I gave him a half hearted grin.

 

Paul nodded goodbye to me and the other guys, dragging Mark right out the door while he rambled incoherently in Paul’s arms. Their sudden departure left a very awkward silence in the apartment, my face was still bright red and my blood was still boiling. To hear him talk that way about my body? I felt so fucking grossed out.

“Why do we even hang out with that prick?” L sighed, breaking the silence

“Pity mostly” Kevin shrugged while moving over to the couch, “but he’s been getting douchier ever since we graduated”

“You alright Dillan?” L looked at me, my arms were crossed pretty tight and I was fairly lost in thought

“Huh? Oh… uh… yeah I guess” taking a deep breath I tried to cool myself off.

 

Admittedly after standing for so many hours my feet were getting pretty sore so I also moved over to the couch, taking Paul’s spot and sitting next to Kevin.

“I think I’m going to try and not hang out with him again, at least until my body goes back to normall” I sighed

“That’s probably a good idea” Kevin nodded

“Kinda feel bad that Paul’s gotta drive that guy home” L chuckled, I giggled with him

“You can say that again” my posture started to loosen again back to normal.

 

We had a bit of a normal conversation for a while, mostly making fun of Mark a lot more for a good twenty minutes or so.

“So you’re sticking with Dillan then?” L asked out of the blue

“Huh? Oh, for my name? Yeah pretty much” I was idly playing with my hair while leaned against the armrest of the couch

“I know you’re a guy and all, but humor me for a moment here, what would your girl name be?” he leaned forward a bit in his seat

“You sure are invested in this L” Kevin chuckled, “though I must admit I am also kind of curious”

“What would it be? Like… hypothetically if I was a girl… cause we all understand that I am in no way a girl in the slightest” I mostly was mumbling pretty much under my breath, “I guess… hmm… I don’t know, I hadn’t really thought about it before”

“Really? I know what my girl name would be” I noticed a slight redness on L’s face when he said that, “Luna”

“You know I can kinda see that” Kevin was idly rubbing his chin, “I think if I were a girl? Gosh, I’ve got no clue, probably just something like Kendra? Or some other similar K name”

I was still mostly lost in thought, there were so many names that I loved the sound of for girls.

 

I put my chin in my hand and thought deeply about what name I would possibly choose in this hypothetical world. Was it weird that I was taking so long? The other guys had theirs pretty quickly.

“Uh… hmm… I-I think I kinda like the sound of… Robyn?” I awkwardly stumbled over my words, averting my eyes from either of them

“Robyn huh? That’s a pretty name” L smiled

“Yeah, I like the sound of it too” Kevin nodded

For whatever reason hearing that made me really happy, I couldn’t help but let a big stupid smile spread across my face which just made my friends chuckle slightly.

“Wh-what?!” I started to immediately cover the lower half of my face

“No no, you didn’t do anything wrong, sorry, you just looked so happy for a moment there” Kevin reassured me

“Mhm, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before” L cocked his head to the side and pushed his glasses up his nose

“I-I… see…” I looked away from them, still feeling overly warm

“You really blush super easily don’t you?” L laughed

“D-Do not!” I tried to protest but doing so only made the blush even more apparent which made the both of them laugh again.

 

L then excused himself to the bathroom, leaving just Kevin and I sitting on the couch together. For some reason I felt kind of awkward, I couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“So… uhh…” I started but had no idea where to go from there

“So uh?” he raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to how I was feeling

Wait, what was I feeling? Kevin had been my best friend for like, my entire life! I shouldn’t be feeling awkward in the slightest

“You really think Robyn is a good name?” was the first thing that came to mind while I was dealing with whatever the hell is going on in my brain

“Yeah, it’s a pretty cute name” he smiled, “seems like it would be a good fit for a girl version of you”

I just sort of awkwardly stared at him for a few moments, did he just… call me cute? He seemed to recognize the implication of what he said as well at the same time as his face also started to turn red

“Uh I-I mean… just that.. You know…” he looked away from me, “Man where’s L at? Maybe he fell in the toilet!”

Kevin got up off of the couch in an almost robotic manner and started moving over to the bathroom door. I didn’t really pay him much mind myself though, I was still confused by what he had said about my name. My name that I came up with for the hypothetical I mean!

 

A few moments later both guys came back over, L clearly being confused about why we were both red in the face.

“Did I… miss anything?” he looked at me with a puzzled look

“Well..” I began

“Nothing at all! Listen, sorry bud, but we gotta take off ok?” Kevin started more or less dragging L towards the door

“What the hell did I miss?” he didn’t resist getting pulled along in the slightest

“Uh.. bye guys” I awkwardly waved at the pair while they were leaving at a record speed, and before I knew it I was completely alone in my apartment again.

 

In spite of my heart beating pretty quickly I was very tired after everything that happened today. While walking into my room I slowly undid my belt and slipped out of my hoodie, still wearing my oversized t-shirt beneath it. I wasn’t super focused on anything in my room though, lost in thought instead about why I was feeling this way.

I mean, what does it matter if Kevin thinks I’m cute? It’s not like that matters! I’m a guy after all and neither of us are gay so it’s no big deal! Just a good friend seeing his friend as cute… and getting embarrassed by it… and making his friend embarrassed by it and making him feel all weird.

There’s no need to read any further into it than that! It was a perfectly normal situation between two cis guys! Me, the… cis guy… yeah.