(Day Six – The Day Of The Realization)
I woke up earlier than usual.
The sun hadn't fully risen yet, and soft rays of light crept through the curtains, painting long shadows across my room.
I lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as the events of the past week replayed in my head.
Everything about me felt… different. Smaller. Softer.
Even the weight of the blankets felt heavier against my body.
I brushed a hand through my hair – longer now, silky as it spilled over my shoulders – and sighed.
I couldn't deny it anymore. I wasn't just shrinking. I was changing.
Sakura had been right – the formula was altering more than just my height.
And now, it was impossible to ignore.
I sat up slowly, tugging at the hem of the oversized hoodie I'd fallen asleep in.
It draped over me like a dress, hanging off my slender frame in ways it never had before. My chest wasn't flat anymore. I could feel the slight swell beneath the fabric, and though it wasn't much, the thought of it made my heart race.
I exhaled sharply and threw the blankets off, padding toward the bathroom with slow, careful steps.
I needed to see it.
I tugged down my pajama pants and stood in front of the mirror.
There it was – undeniable proof that things were progressing down there.
My penis was even smaller than it had been the day before. It didn't feel like it belonged anymore. The skin around it had softened, and the area below had shifted slightly, almost as if something new was forming.
I brushed my fingers over it, shivering at the heightened sensitivity.
It was shrinking. Fading.
And I wasn't scared.
I stared at my reflection, breathing heavily as a realization began to form – something I'd been avoiding since the first day Sakura told me what was happening.
I wasn't turning into someone else.
I was turning into who I was supposed to be.
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Later that morning, Sakura barged in as usual.
She had two iced coffees in hand and a bag of convenience store pastries dangling from her wrist.
"Morning, Yuki!" she chirped. "You're up early. That's a rare sight."
I was sitting cross-legged on the couch, phone in hand, lost in thought. I barely noticed her until she flopped down beside me.
"You okay?" she asked, nudging me gently.
I hesitated, then glanced at the screen of my phone.
I'd been browsing forums all morning – not just any forums, but trans forums.
It started as curiosity. I'd typed in something vague like "body feels different after changes," but the search quickly led me down a rabbit hole I hadn't expected.
Post after post described things that felt familiar.
People talking about looking in the mirror and feeling like something was missing. Others who had spent years feeling like their bodies weren't quite right, but they couldn't put it into words until later.
It was like reading fragments of my own thoughts, scattered across the internet.
And the more I read, the more I realized I wasn't alone.
Sakura leaned over my shoulder, peering at the screen.
"'Transgender realization stories'?" she read aloud, blinking in surprise.
I lowered the phone, fingers gripping the edges tightly. "I… think I might be trans."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't say anything right away.
Instead, she placed the coffees on the table and shifted to face me fully, her expression softening.
"Yuki," she said quietly, "have you felt this way before? Even before the formula?"
I swallowed hard, nodding. "I just didn't have the words for it. I thought maybe it was normal to feel weird in my body sometimes. But now… now it's too obvious to ignore."
Sakura smiled gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You know," she said softly, "I kind of wondered if you'd end up feeling this way."
I blinked. "Wait, what?"
She shrugged. "You never really seemed uncomfortable with the changes. Most guys would have freaked out by now. But you… I don't know. You looked like you were finally breathing."
I stared at her, heart pounding.
"So… you're not surprised?"
Sakura chuckled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "Nope. And for the record? I think this suits you. I mean, you've already been cuter than me for days."
I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "You have to stop saying things like that."
"Why? I'm just speaking the truth."
I peeked at her through my fingers, but the sincerity in her eyes made me lower my hands.
"You're not mad?" I asked softly.
Sakura tilted her head, confused. "Why would I be mad?"
I shifted nervously, tugging at the sleeves of my hoodie. "I don't know. Maybe you liked me better before."
She scoffed. "Yuki, I liked you before. I like you now. And if you keep changing, I'll still like you. What part of that do you not get?"
Her words settled heavily in my chest, but they filled me with warmth.
I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that.
"Thank you," I whispered, glancing down at our intertwined fingers.
She smiled, squeezing my hand a little tighter. "Anytime."
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That evening, the changes became more noticeable.
I stood in front of the mirror after my shower, towel wrapped around my body.
When I pulled it away, I was met with a sight that made me pause.
My chest had grown again. Not dramatically, but enough that the curve was undeniable.
I brushed my hand over it, shivering at the sensation.
Breasts.
They weren't huge – not yet – but they were there. And with the way things were progressing, they'd only keep growing.
I bit my lip, feeling both nervous and oddly… excited.
By the end of tomorrow – day seven – I'd probably have a full chest.
I couldn't tell if that thought scared me or thrilled me.
Maybe it was both.
But as I slipped into the lavender hoodie Sakura had bought for me, I smiled faintly at my reflection.
I wasn't disappearing.
I was finally becoming me.