I hadn't been paying much attention to the subtle shifts in my body lately.
At first, it had all been about the obvious things – the shrinking, the softer face, the higher voice. But as the days passed and the changes slowed, I started to notice the more intimate differences.
The kind of differences that were harder to ignore when I was alone.
It was late – well past midnight – and Sakura had long since fallen asleep on my couch, curled beneath a blanket she insisted wasn't warm enough.
I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection under the soft glow of the light.
The hoodie I wore felt oversized, draping over my smaller frame. When I pulled it up slightly, I could see how much I had changed.
My waist was narrower, my hips subtly wider. My chest wasn't flat anymore – just soft enough to notice beneath my shirt.
But the biggest change was lower.
I hesitated, fingers lingering at the waistband of my pajama pants.
Swallowing, I pulled them down slowly, letting them pool around my ankles.
What I saw made my heart race.
My penis – once normal, familiar – had shrunk. Not dramatically, but enough that it looked wrong. Smaller, thinner, almost delicate.
I bit my lip, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me.
It felt… strange.
But also right.
The more I stared, the more I realized I wasn't panicking like I thought I would. There was no rush of anxiety, no desperate wish to turn back.
Instead, there was curiosity.
I brushed my fingers lightly along the skin, feeling the soft sensation ripple through me. Everything felt more sensitive, as if my body was quietly shifting beneath the surface, preparing for something else.
Was this what Sakura meant by "other changes"?
I pulled my hoodie down quickly, exhaling as I leaned over the sink.
My heart was still racing, but it wasn't fear making it beat faster.
It was excitement.
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The next morning, Sakura noticed almost immediately.
She peered at me over her cup of coffee, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "You're quiet today."
I tried to play it off, stirring my tea with a little too much focus. "Just tired."
Her gaze lingered, and I knew she wasn't buying it.
Finally, she set her cup down and leaned forward. "Yuki… are you feeling okay? Physically, I mean."
I hesitated, fingers tightening around the handle of the mug.
"I…" My voice trailed off as I glanced down at the table.
Her hand covered mine, warm and steady. "You can tell me."
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "I think… things are changing more."
Sakura's expression shifted immediately – not to concern, but to understanding.
"More how?" she asked softly.
I shifted awkwardly, glancing toward the window as if it might save me from this conversation. "Down there."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look shocked. If anything, she nodded thoughtfully, as if she had expected this.
"That makes sense," she said after a moment. "The formula was designed to affect the entire body. It was bound to happen eventually."
I exhaled, relieved by how calm she was. "It just caught me off guard."
Sakura smiled, squeezing my hand lightly. "Is it… bothering you?"
I thought about it – really thought about it.
"No," I admitted quietly. "Not as much as I thought it would."
Her smile grew softer. "That's good, Yuki. It means you're adjusting."
I glanced down at my lap, feeling the warmth of her hand against mine. "It feels… strange. But not in a bad way."
Sakura leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a more playful tone. "Strange how?"
I rolled my eyes, tugging my hand away. "I'm not going into that much detail."
She laughed, leaning back against the couch. "Fair enough. But if you do want to talk about it, I'm here. No judgment."
I smirked. "Yeah, somehow I doubt that."
She nudged me with her foot under the table. "I'm serious!"
I sipped my tea, feeling a little more at ease.
Maybe the changes weren't so bad.
Maybe, just maybe… I didn't mind them at all.