Losing Weight

“Um, mom? I think some of my clothes shrunk in the wash.” I said, entering the room in nothing but a bra and a pair of genes I had to squeeze into. “None of my shirts fit me, and these genes are practically painted on.”

“Honey, I don’t think it’s the clothes.”

“Ugh, I know, I’m gaining weight. I don’t know how though! I’m not doing anything different from when I was a guy!”

“Don’t you remember what the second puberty councilor said? He said that along with your gender other things may change as well… like your metabolism?”

“Are you kidding me? But I’m literally not eating anything different.”

“That’s the point. Your body uses energy differently now. You might have to work to maintain your girlish figure.” She said with a rye smile.

“So that’s why girls always eat salads and stuff like that?”

“Afraid so, darling. I have some dresses and stretchpants you can borrow until you take the weight off.” She said compassionately.

“I mean, thanks I guess. I can’t believe I’m saying this, since you know how NOT thrilled I was to get them in the first place, but some of the weight could have gone to my boobs. You know, just to make everything purportional. I look like a sausage now.”

“Oh honey, you look like a beautiful young woman, besides, you’re not the first girl to complain about her boobs.” She said, embracing me in a hug.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I said dryly, still feeling a twinge of discomfort whenever my mom referred to me as a girl.

“Of course hun. But either way, you wouldn’t want bigger boobs, then you’d have to go out and buy all new bras. Even fitted again.”

“Anything but that.”

“Although… if you’re trying to lose weight, you’ll probably need a sports bra. I’ll pick one up for you tomorrow.”

“Oh joy.” I said sarcastically.


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