Victoria's mother looked down upon her new daughter appreciatively as she laid stretched out on the floor. Her curvaceous body, her heaving bosom, her alabaster skin...there was no way that anyone would believe that Victoria had ever been anything other than a girl; her mother herself had difficulty believing that this had once been her son Jon. Even more so, she had difficulty believing that she had initially opposed this metamorphosis. Much as she had loved her son, she found that she almost instinctively loved Victoria better. Victoria, gothic or not, was one of her own.
"Congratulations, Victoria, you are now officially a goth chick!" Zoe exclaimed with barely disguised glee...a glee which Victoria herself now felt deep in her soul.
"She's more than just a 'goth chick,'" her mother cut in, somewhat annoyed by just how superficial that description was. "She's a living, breathing member of the female sex, with a young lady's hopes, dreams and fears; she's a true daughter of Eve, who has now drunk deeply of the sacred chalice of womanhood!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Zoe cut her off, "So...what does it feel like?" she asked her sister with a grin.
"It feels...squishy." Her sister replied, cupping her brand new breasts in both hands. "And also...cold."
"Oh! Yeah! Sorry!" Zoe suddenly remembered that her sister was mostly naked and tossed her a blanket from the hallway closet. With some effort, she forced herself to sit upright, being taken by surprise by just how heavy her breasts were without any bra or anything to support them; they felt like they were just flopping around. She also didn't realize how tired and weak she felt; it wasn't surprising of course; she'd barely eaten all day, and GPAD had powered her metamorphosis at the expense of her stores of bodily fuel.
With some effort, she stumbled in to the kitchen, her blanket wrapped around her, and shovelled a massive handful of cheetos into her mouth from where the bag lay open in the cupboard. She found she didn't enjoy doing that as much as she had back when she was a boy, but she was so hungry that she didn't care.
Her mother, for her part, mindful of Victoria's condition, was good enough not to remind her just then that such eating habits were unsuitable to a young lady.
After several more massive handfuls, and three glasses of juice, Victoria was feeling somewhat rejuvenated.
"Better?" Zoe asked.
"Much." Replied her sister, a satisfied smile upon her female face. Then she yawned widely. "Sorry."
"Oh, it's no matter dear. You must be exhausted," her mother said. "Maybe you should head off to bed? It's going to be a big day tomorrow; you're first full day of being a woman."
Victoria nodded reluctantly. She was eager to explore her new life...but she was very tired. All of it could wait 'til morning.
"I don't have any proper pajamas!" She suddenly realized.
"Can't you wear your old pajamas?" her mother asked.
"Well, I guess..." Victoria said. In fact, she was disgusted by the idea of ever wearing any male clothing ever again.
"You can borrow one of my nightgowns," Zoe offered, noticing her sister's discontent. "They're in the second drawer of my vanity; I'll show you."
Victoria nodded her thanks and the two girls moved off upstairs.
In Zoe's room, Victoria was handed a shiny, dark blue nightgown with spaghetti straps, an open back and a skirt which went midway down her thigh.
"You're so good to me." She told her sister. Her tone was ironic, but she meant every word of it. She slipped it over her head.
"I'm proud of you," Zoe said. "I know you and I have never exactly been close, but...I think this transformation suits you."
"I think you're right," Victoria replied, this time without a trace of irony. "And I think we'll be getting along alot better...from now on."
The two girls embraced each other in a sisterly hug which lasted several seconds.
"We should probably let go before we spoil our tough, goth-girl image," Zoe commented.
Victoria giggled, and started to head-off to her own bedroom.
"Wait!" Zoe called.
"Now don't get all mushy on me sis," Victoria commented.
"It's not that," her sister replied, "it's just...don't you think that you should get that disgusting, shrivelled, disembodied penis out of your panties before it starts to stink?"
"Oh! Right!"
At that, Victoria made a quick pit stop to the bathroom, where Jon's lifeless, whithered phallus was flushed easily down the toilet without a second thought.
**** *
Meanwhile, on the main floor, the girls' mother could scarcely believe her luck in having been given a second daughter. It had suddenly dawned on her, earlier that day that women were better than men and that she should therefore be pleased that she didn't have a son anymore.
Unbeknownst to any of the women in the house, this was because Jon's wish earlier in the evening had given his mother (and everyone else it had affected) a strong belief in the superiority of the female sex.
This belief was reinforced as Victoria's mother entered the living room and noticed what a dreadful mess it was. Her new daughter's dress and corset were scattered upon the floor, together with a nondescript chunk of rock.
The mother sighed. At least she wouldn't have to put up with Jon's messes anymore. She bent over and picked up the items, thinking onl of her new daughter.
"I just hope she learns to appreciate how much better it is to be a girl than a boy," she muttered, and placed the three items on a chair.
