(Day Seven – Morning)
I woke up with a weight on my chest.
Literally.
The soft swell beneath my hoodie felt heavier than the night before, and when I shifted in bed, I felt them move – subtly, but undeniably.
I pulled the blankets tighter around me, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light filtered through the curtains.
This is it.
Today was the final day. The formula had run its course, and by the end of it… I wouldn't just look like a girl.
I'd be one.
A real one.
I sat up slowly, brushing my hair behind my ear as I slipped out of bed.
The oversized hoodie I slept in felt snug around my chest – something I hadn't experienced before. I tugged it down, heart racing as I padded quietly into the bathroom.
I paused in front of the mirror, gripping the hem of the hoodie.
For a moment, I hesitated.
Then, I took a breath and pulled it up.
The reflection staring back at me wasn't a boy's.
It wasn't even close.
My chest was full, round, and soft – larger than I thought it would be. Not overly exaggerated, but definitely noticeable. Enough that I could never hide it under loose clothes again.
My waist curved inward, my hips gently sloping out, giving me a figure that felt unmistakably feminine.
I swallowed hard, lowering the hoodie and brushing my hand across my chest.
It felt real.
I wasn't just imagining this.
I traced my fingers downward, following the soft lines of my stomach.
Lower still.
There was barely anything left.
My penis had shrunk to the point where it felt insignificant – like it was fading away, making room for whatever was coming next. The skin felt delicate, as if my body was preparing for the final shift.
I exhaled sharply, stepping back from the mirror.
The person staring back at me looked like a girl.
No… she was a girl.
And that girl was me.
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I sat at the kitchen table, cradling a cup of tea between my hands.
My thoughts felt heavy, swirling like the steam rising from the mug.
Sakura was supposed to come over later.
But for the first time, I wasn't sure how I'd face her.
Everything felt so real now. The teasing, the closeness, the way she smiled at me…
Would she still look at me the same way after today?
Would I want her to?
I pulled my knees to my chest, sinking into the chair.
I liked her.
There was no denying it anymore.
The way my heart fluttered whenever she leaned in, the way her hand lingered in mine longer than necessary – it wasn't just friendship.
And I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep pretending it was.
The thought terrified me.
But it also made me smile.
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A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
I glanced at the clock. 10:00 AM.
Right on time.
I crossed the room, tightening the drawstrings of my hoodie as if it could somehow hide the changes beneath it.
I opened the door.
Sakura stood there, holding a bag of takeout and a bright, playful grin.
"Morning, Yuki!" she chirped. "I brought breakfast. Thought you could use some sugar."
I smiled faintly, stepping aside to let her in. "Morning."
She slipped off her shoes, glancing around as she set the food down on the table.
Her eyes flickered toward me, narrowing slightly.
"You're being weird," she said, crossing her arms. "What's up?"
I froze, tensing under her gaze.
She always saw through me.
"I… nothing." I tried to brush it off, but Sakura wasn't buying it.
She stepped closer, tilting her head as she studied my face.
"You're not hiding this from me," she said softly. "Come on, Yuki. I'm not going to judge you."
I hesitated, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.
Then, with a quiet breath, I tugged the hoodie upward just enough to reveal the outline of my chest.
Sakura's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look surprised.
If anything, her expression softened – the playful glint in her eyes giving way to something warmer.
"I thought so," she said quietly.
I lowered the hoodie, glancing away as heat rushed to my face.
"It's… more than I expected," I admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Sakura stepped closer, gently touching my arm.
"How do you feel about it?"
I looked at her, trying to find the right words.
"I don't know," I said honestly. "But… I don't hate it."
Her smile grew, soft and understanding.
"Good," she said simply. "I'm glad."
For a moment, we just stood there – close enough that I could feel the warmth of her hand through the fabric of my hoodie.
Then, Sakura grinned again, breaking the silence with a playful nudge.
"So, do I get to tease you about needing a bra now, or is it too soon?"
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Sakura—"
She laughed, grabbing the takeout bag and plopping down on the couch.
"Relax, Yuki. I'm just messing with you."
I sat beside her, shaking my head but unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips.
Even with everything changing, Sakura always found a way to make me feel normal.
And maybe… that's exactly what I needed.
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As morning bled into afternoon, the weight on my chest wasn't the only thing I couldn't ignore.
My heart felt heavier too.
The closer I got to Sakura, the harder it became to ignore the feelings bubbling beneath the surface.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it in.
And part of me didn't want to.