Jon blinked at her mother. "Wh-what did you c-call me?" she sniffled.
"Jennifer," her mother replied. "Jennifer Ellen. It's what we were going to call you if you had been born a girl. If it's okay with you, now that you're going to stay a girl, that's what I'd like to call you."
Jennifer smiled weakly. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what we'll call me."
Karyn put a hand on Jennifer's shoulder. "Jennifer," she said. "I like it. Jen, if you need any help with anything, I'll be happy to assist. And..."
"And...?" Jennifer prompted.
"And Jen," Karyn blurted, "I'm really happy you're a girl. You've always been my best friend, but I've always wished I had another girl to be friends with. Is that okay?"
Jennifer smiled. "Yeah. That's okay. Girl or boy, I'm glad to be your friend, Karyn."
Karyn and Jennifer hugged. "I got you some new clothes, Jennifer," her mom said. "I know you probably won't want to dress very feminine, at least not at first, and I'm not going to try to make you. If you decide you want to later, that's fine too. Anyway, you'll have an easier time with that tail of yours if you're wearing skirts and dresses, but I got you some backfly jeans as well."
"Backfly jeans?" Jennifer asked. Her mother pulled a pair of jeans from one of the packages on her bed. It had one zipper in the front, as usual, but it also had a zipper in the back, obviously intended for people who had been endowed with a tail as a result of a transformation.
"Yes," her mom said. "Now, I got you a couple brassieres, but I had to guess at the size. You look to be about the same size as Karyn, so I called her mother and got her size. I'd like you to try one on and we'll see how it fits."
"Wha-I'm not wearing a bra!" Jennifer sputtered.
"Yes you are, dear," her mother smiled. "I'm not having a daughter of mine run around braless. Besides, that's just asking to get felt up, and I'm sure you don't want that, do you?"
Jennifer didn't want to be groped, she admitted. "Besides," Karyn said. "You were complaining about the bouncing this morning; that's what these are for in the first place."
Jennifer relented, and pulled her shirt off. Her new breasts hung there, something she still wasn't used to seeing. Then her mother put the bra on her; she tried to shut out the new sensations as the soft cloth hugged her breasts snugly up against her chest, but she couldn't keep a soft gasp from escaping her. "Luckily," her mom said, "it looks like it's a perfect fit. You and Karyn are the same size, I guess."
With the bra on, Jennifer put her shirt, a plain white T-shirt, back on. Next came a pair of backfly panties, plain white with no frills or lace (Jennifer appreciated that.) Removing her pants and boxers, she slipped them on, followed by a pair of backfly jeans.
"You look wonderful, dear," her mom said. She turned to look in the mirror and saw - she did look wonderful. Staring back at her was one of the cutest girls she'd ever seen. But strangely, she wasn't reacting to the sight of this very cute girl the way she'd used to - she almost felt...yes, she felt proud. Pleased with herself.
Maybe, she thought, smiling at her loving mother and best friend, both of whom smiled back at her, maybe this won't be...so bad.
