In Chrissy's room Chrissy rumaged through some old clothes for Erika who'd finally released her grip on her clothes and stepped out of them, her T-shirt was huge on her, she took it off and looked down at herself, her body was so soft and sensitive, she looked down at her missing penis.
Chrissy looked at her concerned 'try not to think about it'. Erika nodded and got dressed in the clothes Chrissy handed her. 'I'm sorry' said Chrissy as they both sat down on the bed 'if I hadn't let Eleanor grab me you would'nt be in this mess'. 'S'not your fault' said Erika looking at the floor. 'So how do you feel?' asked Chrissy. '.........vulnerable, weak, hopeless. You know that sometimes the medallion alters your mind? to be more like the person you've been turned into?' 'Yeah, why?' asked Chrissy. 'Well...I feel a lot more......emotional, I think I'm gonna cry'.
Chrissy hugged her new little sister, Erika buried her face in Chrissy's breasts tearfully.
