TG STORY: FROZEN CHAPTER 3 (2/3)

The thin veil of blue light slowly seeping into the bedroom signaled to my closed eyes that morning had arrived. Still in a daze, I turned my head to get a better view of my surroundings. The apartment seemed slightly different than last night, though it was hard to discern in the dimness. Through the frazzled and messy locks of my hair, I could make out several articles of clothing discarded hastily on the floor. My eyes then darted to a portrait hanging on the wall of Nick, and finally, clarity set in. I put my hand over my eyes as I recounted last nights events, feeling a warm sensation build in my groin as I remembered the sensations as well. Out of sheer embarrassment I decided to leave before Nick could wake up. As I tried to sit up and get off his bed however, I felt a sudden tug from my arm.

“Leaving me already? Shower first and I’ll make us breakfast.” Nick spoke softly in the dim light.

A mix of trust and residual sexual tension made me comply faster than I thought, and I took him up on his generous offer. Nick had gone through a series of amazing yet horrifying transformations without a single memory of it. Breakfast was the least I could do. Gathering my clothes I headed for his bathroom. The bright glare of the LED bathroom lights revealed just how badly I needed a shower. Standing in the middle of Nick’s luxuriously spacious bathroom wearing nothing but my underwear and a pair of ripped tights made me feel kind of dirty.

Turning on the shower and feeling the streams of water run down the feminine curves of my body was the most relaxing experience I’ve had in a while. I came to realize that having sex as a woman, and showering in another man’s apartment, were all byproducts of avoiding my reality of being a woman. Consequences of not living my life. “How long had I been feeling this way?” I asked myself deep in thought. Was it ever since I mysteriously changed into a woman, the first temporal anomaly, or did it stretch even beyond that back to when I was a man. Running Nick’s shampoo through my long dark brown hair I started doing something I never did before in the past year or so living as a girl, I started to plan my future as a woman. I abruptly turned off the running water, feeling conflicted at the absurdity of my thoughts on giving up trying to find a way to turn back into a man.

The smell of oil on the frying pan brought me back to my childhood when my mom would make breakfast for me before sending me off to school. Not just having a meal but having someone cook it for you was another sensation I haven’t experienced in a while. Even though I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, I found it all rather lovely.

“Listen Nick, what happened last night…I still need some time to process it all. My feelings…” I blurted out not realizing how vague I was coming off.

“Nope I understand let’s talk when you’re ready. You know it was strange for me too, I wasn’t really feeling like myself last night. Well, I did have a good time, I’ve liked you for a long time and now I kinda regret not asking you out sooner.”  He responded encouragingly.

I giggled at his newfound optimism. “If only you were as good at making eggs as you are in bed!” I lingered on the comment longer than normal as I wasn’t sure if it was made from developing feelings for Nick or if I was being reminded of a time when we were best bros. I decided to put a pin on it for now and enjoy the food in front of me.