gayannabeth

  Partial nudity

  [colpse]

  I ended up spending another couple hours gaming. I knew I should probably get more sleep, but, instead of that, I chugged an entire Monster before leaping into the session. I’d be fine… probably.

  After that, however, I needed to stretch my legs. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a jog down to the nearest Timmy’s to grab some… whatever I felt like when I got there. Coffee? No, I don’t need more caffeine. Timbits? Oooo, yes, Timbits. Timbits it is!

  I debated changing my clothes, but, after quickly sniffing myself, I figured I’d be fine. I slipped on my running shoes, grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys, then left my apartment. I rushed down the stairs to the lobby, then out into the warm te Summer air.

  Timmy’s was… right. I turned right on the sidewalk, fast-walking along.

  Dude, why does my chest feel so weird?

  I pulled out my phone to check notifications, slowing down my walking speed as I did so, walking with more caution to avoid running into something or someone.

  I had another DM from Harry. I sighed. What sort of batshit insanery was this man about to plop into my inbox?

  XxChained_RebelxX: just fucking meet me at timmy’s ill show u their

  Wrong ‘there’, Harry.

  Well, I was headed to Timmy’s anyway. Maybe it was the one he wanted to meet at?

  …

  I mean, maybe, but there was also a second Timmy’s right across the street from the one I was going to, so maybe he was at that one instead. Hopefully. Maybe.

  …

  Who am I kidding? With my luck, he’d drop down from the ceiling onto my head while I was ordering my Timbits.

  He did not, in fact, drop from the ceiling, but he was at that Timmy’s. Maybe I could order without him spotting- Nope. He saw me immediately and waved me over to join him. I gestured towards the counter, indicating I wanted to order something first. He nodded, waving his hand.

  I made my way up to the counter.

  “Welcome to Tim Horton’s, how can I help you miss?”

  … what?

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, I’m a guy,” I whispered, suppressing my wince at having to admit that.

  “Oh, sorry sir,” the employee said. “What would you like to order?”

  “Uh, I’d like to get a box of twenty Timbits, every fvour except the sour cream ones.”

  After paying for my order and grabbing the box, I made my way over to where Harry was waiting for me.

  “That was quick.” He commented.

  “There’s no line,” I said.

  Harry rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, you got here quickly. Did you run or something, dude?”

  “No, I was already heading over when I saw your message.” I took a Timbit out of my box and stuck it in my mouth. “Want one?” I asked through a mouthful of Timbit.

  Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust, but just nodded. I handed him a Timbit. A pin one. He gave me a betrayed look, but I just snickered as he took it anyway.

  “So, what did you wanna show me?”

  “Um, not out here. Can we head back to your pce?” Harry had a worried look on his face.

  I shrugged. “Sure. Let’s go.”

  “Ok, so, I-”

  I held up my hand. “Lemme put my Timbits away first, then we talk.” I marched into the kitchen, opening up a cupboard at random and putting the box of now fifteen (Harry and I couldn’t help but indulge a bit more on the walk back to my apartment) Timbits on the shelf.

  “So, what is it?” I asked Harry. “What is this undeniably proof of this woke plot you have to show me?”

  Harry grimaced, then began lifting up his shirt.

  “WHOA WHOA WHOA!” I shouted. “Dude, chill! What is wrong with you?”

  Harry froze. “I- I’ve got to show you, or you won’t believe me.”

  I crossed my arms, then winced, and uncrossed them. That was weird, it felt like that had… hurt my nipple? I ignored that, raising an eyebrow at Harry. “And that involves taking your shirt off?”

  Harry nodded. “Dude, I’m growing tits! Boobs! Melons! Badonkers! Ho-”

  I snorted, and started ughing. “Oh, Harry.” I let out a chuckle. “Never change, dude.”

  “No, I’m fucking serious man! It’s real this time!” And with that, he whipped off his shirt baring his completely normal looking chest to me. “Look at my nipples, dude! They’re different!”

  “Harry…” I sighed. “Harry, I have never before seen your nipples. I have no frame of reference for how they’re supposed to look.”

  “No, look, they’re all puffy and big and stuff. Guy nipples aren’t supposed to look like that.”

  I looked closer, and found he was right.

  “I don’t know, man… and how does that mean you’re growing boobs?”

  Harry shifted uncomfortably, clenching his shirt in his fist. “I- Look- Just trust me, dude.”

  I gave him a skeptical look. “Ok… Ok. So…” The perfect idea popped into my head. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up.

  “Whoa! Dude! What the hell!”

  “Look,” I said, taking my shirt completely off. I looked down. Sure enough, my nipples were big and puffy too. “Not how guy nipples are supposed to look, huh? Well mine look like that too!”

  Harry frowned. Then his eyes widened. “You’ve been pying that game too, though! You’re growing boobs too!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Harry, buddy, listen to me. There is no estrogen in the drinking fountains. The games aren’t cursed to turn people into girls. Soy burgers don’t make you grow tits. There are no magic statues that turn people into foxgirls anywhere.”

  “Then how do you expin our nipples?”

  I scratched the back of my head. I felt weirdly bare without my shirt — but that wasn’t because I was growing boobs, which I wasn’t. I just always felt uncomfortable being shirtless. I put my shirt back on. Harry took that as his cue to put his back on too. He crossed his arms, immediately uncrossing them.

  “Look, dude,” I said, “it’s just… stuff. We’re not growing boobs. We’d need to be taking estrogen for that. A video game can’t do that to you, can it?”

  “It can with magic!”

  I sighed. “Harry, magic is not real.”

  “You don’t know that!”

  I nodded slowly. “You’re right, I don’t know that. But, think about this rationally, ok? Why would someone who can use magic enchant a video game to turn guys into girls? That’s something you only see in silly stories online.”

  “They would do it as a woke plot!”

  I rolled my eyes. I knew I’d never manage to talk Harry out of this idea. Eventually, after he didn’t grow tits, he’d realise he was wrong and move on with his life. “Whatever, man. Since you’re here, wanna py something together?”

  We ended up finishing the Timbits while we pyed Smash. I think Harry had more than I did. Asshole.

  Afterwards, he said he had to run to finish up a homework assignment, so I walked him down to the lobby.

  Now, I found myself standing in my bathroom, shirt off once again as I examined my reflection. Specifically, my nips.

  Were they supposed to be all big and puffy like this? I mean, they were like this, so they probably were, but…

  I tried to think back to the st time I’d seen my chest. It was surprisingly difficult. I knew I didn’t particurly like looking at my own body, but I hadn’t even noticed how little time I spent actually looking at myself in the mirror.

  Were they like this before? I genuinely did not know.

  I put my shirt back on, then took out my phone, and opened up my browser.

  mens nipples

  Huh.

  Ok.

  I guess maybe my nipples didn’t normally look like this.

  That didn’t mean I was growing boobs, though! What a strange conclusion for Harry to leap to.

  …

  I mean, I wouldn’t exactly mind if I grew boobs and turned into a girl. What guy wouldn’t? Girls were just… so… so… pretty! And cute! Who wouldn’t want to be one?

  Hell, I already knew exactly what I’d want to look like if I was a girl! Speaking of…

  Welcome Back, Lillith

  I let the pleasant shiver run through me at seeing that name addressing me.

  Lillith…

  I mean, if I did get turned into a girl… I already had a name picked out.

  Too bad I wasn’t a girl, and you couldn’t just get turned into one, despite what Harry’s conspiracy theories cimed.

  gayannabeth