Jon was out for most of the first week, during which he was made female in what seemed to be a chemical fashion; he had no scars and no aches or pains. When it was done, he didn't look much like himself: he actually looked younger, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, with a very cute, thin face framed by straight red hair, and a small, slight frame. He'd be a heartbreaker when he grew up, if he was allowed to grow up. The only odd part of him as he left to go home for the second week of the treatments was his breasts; they weren't enormous, but they were very large for his petite frame, maybe C-cups.
"Your family will need to give you injections once a day, at noon, for the next week. These will grow your second pair of breasts and start you lactating. Do you understand?" The doctor who accompanied him home informed him, staring down the front and back of his hospital gown the whole time. Jon nodded, eager to get the doctor to leave, but he went past Jon into the house, looking at his chest for as long as he could before turning to avoid walking into a wall. This is gonna suck... are all guys gonna leer at me like that now? Jon thought, scowling. He just stood in the living room until his parents came in, accompanied by the doctor who quickly left. Good. He's already explained.
Zoe and Mikey were staring at him from the hall, both unsure of what to say. Finally, Mikey made the first move. "You're really pretty, Jon." The blush that had just begun to leave his face came back full-forced as he muttered, "Thanks..."
"Can I just go to my room?" Jon mumbled, trying to get used to his new high voice. Cute, even. Like the rest of him.
"Of course, dear. We got two new outfits for you, since you'll 'outgrow' them in the next week. One of them is on your bed." Mom said, smiling at him, forced, he knew. He nodded and walked down the hall past his siblings, just flopping down on the bed, ignoring whatever she'd laid out for him.
