gayannabeth

  AGP mention

  [colpse]

  I just barely made it to my lecture on time. Traffic was lenient enough for that, at least. The sky outside was overcast, and I was expecting it to start raining any second. Fortunately, outside of a quick dash from the subway station to the nearest building, the rest of my path to css could be done entirely indoors.

  I didn’t really know anyone else in this css – a programming course I’d picked because computer stuff is useful, right? I figured I could apply whatever skills I picked up to whatever degree I did end up pursuing.

  Naturally, I shared this lecture with Katniss and Lorei. They were getting some odd looks from some of our cssmates, probably since they looked different, but no one said anything to them. Lorei spotted me first, and her eyes lit up in recognition.

  “Lillith!” she called.

  I walked over to them. “Hi.” I said.

  Lorei, it seemed, had already had a feminine wardrobe ready to go. Her style was what I believed one would call ‘pastel goth’. I found my gaze quickly drawn to the cute pink choker on her neck, and found myself suddenly thinking about getting myself one. Maybe not in hot pink, but I did kind of want a choker. She was wearing makeup – her eyeliner and vibrant pink and blue eyeshadow stood out most of all, and I found myself thinking that I wanted to get makeup myself. The rest of her outfit was simir to the one I’d worn yesterday, except in much more vibrant colours.

  Katniss, by contrast, had opted to dress in what Venny would have called ‘boymoder chic,’ whatever the fuck that even means, wearing my old favourites of baggy hoodie and jeans. I have no idea how on earth this could even be considered ‘boymoding’ when her hoodie did absolutely nothing to hide her new assets.

  “Uh, how are you?” I asked.

  “Great!” Lorei said cheerfully.

  Katniss mumbled something under her breath before saying, a bit louder, “fine.”

  “You’re in computer science too?” Lorei asked me.

  I shook my head. “Uh, no, I just took this course as, I guess, an elective. I haven’t picked a major yet.”

  “Do you have any ideas about what you want to do?” Lorei asked.

  I shrugged. “Not really. How about you? You’re in computer science, what do you want to do with that?”

  “Video games,” Katniss said.

  “Yeah, that,” Lorei said. “Game development.”

  “Cool,” I said. “I’ve heard that they can turn people into girls now.”

  There was a brief moment of silence before Katniss chimed in, saying, “is that what happened to you?”

  I nodded. “Yup! A friend of mine and I got a new game a couple weeks ago, and when we pyed it, we started turning into girls until we finished the game.”

  “Did it have the, uh- the magic thingie?” Lorei asked.

  “The gender affirming enchantment,” I said, nodding. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

  Katniss scoffed. I had no time to ask her what that was all about before the lecture started, and I had to sit down and pay attention. Evidently this sort of stuff came easier to Katniss and Lorei, because instead of actually paying attention to the lecture, I could hear them arguing in the seats next to me.

  “Katniss,” Lorei whispered, “I’ve told you, you can just be a girl. Hell, this whole affirming enchantment thing kinda proves it.”

  “That girl could’ve been lying,” Katniss muttered.

  “Why would she lie?” Lorei asked.

  “Dunno,” Katniss said. “Maybe it gets her all hot and bothered to go around turning random boys into girls and convincing them they wanted it all along.”

  Lorei groaned. “Katniss, you did want it.”

  “Yeah,” Katniss agreed. “‘Cause I’m a stupid perverted man with a fetish. That’s all. You are a real trans woman, Lori.” Heh. Cute nickname. Also, what the hell was Katniss even talking about? Lorei was right, why would Patricia lie?

  Lorei groaned. “For the st fucking time, Kat, autogynephilia isn’t real. And, even if it was, the majority of cis women would have it too.”

  Auto-guy-whats-it? What the hell is up with the made up words?

  I put the weird argument between Lorei and Katniss out of my mind and just focused on css. Afterwards, I headed to buy some lunch. I was about to sit down at my usual table when I heard a voice calling my name. I looked up to find Hazel waving me over. I took my tray and headed over to join the other girls.

  Quinn, Sophie, and Iris weren’t here, but everyone else was. I sat next to Liv, of course, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

  “So!” Hazel excimed. “Olivia here was telling me something very interesting. Is it true your tits got bigger again?”

  I blushed. “Liiiiv. Why’d you tell her that?”

  “I just said we went bra shopping! She extrapoted from that.”

  Hazel giggled. “How big, girly?”

  “Uhhh…” I said, feeling awkward.

  “I got Fs,” Venny said. “Just thought I’d share mine so you’d feel more comfortable, that’s all,” she said when I turned to look at her.

  “Uh, D,” I said. “32D.”

  “Oh, nice nice,” Hazel said. “Same size as Cra then.”

  I expected Cra to blush and get flustered like I would have, but she didn’t react at all, as if used to her friends sharing her bra size with others. Then again, I suppose I was part of the group now. Was this how girls talked with each other?

  “Something you’ll have to get used to is how much trans girls overshare,” Liv said.

  “Yeah!” Venny excimed. “Just wait until I tell you all about my monster dong!”

  “You don’t even have a dong, Venny,” Cra said.

  “Well, I used to!”

  “We all used to, ya silly girl,” Hazel said.

  “Liv’s still got one!” Venny said.

  Being a trans girl is great, honestly. You get to learn about which of your friends still have penises.

  “Uh, Lilly and I are girlfriends now,” Liv said.

  “Oh, hell yeah, congrats sis!” Hazel said, lifting up her hand for a high five, which Liv accepted.

  Everyone else offered their congratutions as well, and the discussion pivoted to whether or not Celeste should have an update with a gender affirming enchantment attached. Which really boiled down to everyone agreeing that it absolutely should.

  During a lull in the conversation, I found myself remembering what Katniss and Lorei had been arguing about.

  “Oh, by the way, did Liv tell you about those girls Patricia helped at the arcade st night?”

  “Yeah,” Hazel said. “What about them?”

  “I share a css with them. I was just in it. They were talking about something, uh, autogynephilia. What is that? Lorei said it’s not real, Katniss thinks it is.”

  “It’s hot as fuck is what it is,” Venny said.

  “It’s complete bullshit,” Liv said. “Katniss must have some serious brainworms going on.”

  “Ok, but what is it?” I asked.

  “It’s this thing some guy named Bnchard from several decades ago made up,” Hazel said. “It’s supposed to be, like, a fetish around being a woman or whatever. Really, Bnchard was the real fetishist, since he’d bel trans women he didn’t want to fuck with this, and call the ones he did want to fuck HSTS, which, uh, means ‘homosexual transexual’ which does not, in fact, mean trans lesbians. He was basically calling straight trans women gay men.”

  “Ok, that sounds fucked up. And Katniss believes in that sort of shit?”

  “Lots of girls believe it,” Cra said. “I did at one point. It’s not true. I mean, yeah, sex is better being a woman and all, but that’s because of, like, less dysphoria and also some euphoria and all that. Anyway, those two are coming to the meeting on Tuesday, right?”

  “Yeah,” Liv said. “If Lorei hasn’t dewormed her by then, we’ll give it a go.”

  “I’ll fetch my high-strength girl dewormer,” Hazel joked.

  Liv offered to drive me home after my st css, which I happily accepted. She had enough time before her next css to do that.

  Including enough time to make out in front of my apartment building for a bit, which I was extremely eager to do. I climbed onto her p, pressing my lips against her. She cupped my ass, giving it a squeeze.

  “You know, these jeans really ftter your butt.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Great choice.”

  “I think Cra picked them,” I said.

  We opted to go back to swapping spit instead of swapping words.

  Unfortunately, Liv still had to go to css. I climbed off her p. Liv adjusted her jeans to hide her raging hard-on as I opened the passenger door, getting out of the car.

  “See you tomorrow?” I said.

  Liv nodded. “Oh yeah. Seeya, cutie.”

  I found Rachel napping on the couch when I got upstairs. There was a half-finished bag of chips sitting on the coffee table, and I decided to seal it with a chip clip to prevent the chips from going stale.

  As I sat down at my desk in my room, it struck me that I didn’t really have a way to pass the time anymore. I’d finished pying the game. I’d gotten my magic transition. Now what?

  I mean… I could do some of the sidequests I’d missed out on.

  Well, I guess I can now confirm that the sidequests do magically give you piercings. It didn’t even hurt or anything, it just felt weird.

  Before I did anything, I decided to edit my character a bit, mostly just adding in some new piercings and changing the outfit to something else. My clothes did not magically change to match, but the little metal barbells in each of my ears had been repced by little metal loops, and both my ears couple helix piercings each, and I now had a full on industrial in my right ear. Additionally, my nipples felt all funny, and, when I lifted my shirt to check, sure enough each one had a little barbell through it. Neat.

  I stood from my desk after closing the game. I checked the time in the bottom right of my computer screen and decided that it was probably time for supper by now.

  Rachel had woken up at some point, and was looking through YouTube on my TV.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Hi,” Rachel said. She turned to look at me. “How was css?”

  “It was alright,” I said. “Uh, how was your day?”

  Rachel shrugged. “Fine I guess. Not much happened.”

  I nodded. “Hey, I think I could fit a small desk behind my couch, if you wanted. You could py games again.”

  Rachel shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”

  “It’s not about if you’ll be fine or not. If you want to py games, I can get you a little desk to use. Do you want that?”

  “I can buy a desk myself,” she said.

  “Ok, you can do that if you want then,” I said, gd she was at least considering the idea. “You’ll probably need help with it, so you wanna go get one on Saturday? I can ask Liv to drive us.”

  Rachel looked back to the TV, grimacing. “Yeah, that works.” She selected a video to py, and I got the feeling that that was the end of the conversation.

  “I’m gonna go make supper,” I said. “Is pasta good with you?”

  Rachel grunted in response, which I took to mean ‘yes’.

  gayannabeth