Delia walked home quietly, trying to ignore how different everything about her body was. She looked down at herself. The thin, white top, the incredibly tight jeans (which admittedly, she had worn when she was male, they just accentuated her new feminine curves now) and the pink converse sneakers. "At least they aren't high heels." she said to herself.
She was still in shock over what she had witnessed. Had she not been the first of the guys to go, she probably would have tried to run as Trinity had. Instead, she got to watch as the other males were transformed, knowing what their fates would be.
And, despite having her entire body changed, Delia was surprisingly okay with it. Like Karyn and Nadine has said, she did feel like she was in good shape. And, whether it was a result of the magic or not, she felt oddly comfortable in her new form.
Not that she desired to stay this way. She would much rather be returned to her old life. She was more...comfortable that way. And yet...
"The cheer squad, eh?" she said, quietly to herself. The idea of...belonging to something, being part of a team... Dela couldn't help but admit that the notion was nice, especially to someone who had been an outsider for most of their lives.
As she approached her house, she saw her neighbor, Mrs. White, unloading groceries from her van. "Hello, Mrs. White." Delia said, waving.
"Hello, Delia. How are you today?" Mrs. White asked, placing the bag she was holding on the ground.
"Um...okay. How are you? Do you need any help?" Delia asked.
"Oh, no thank you. This is the last bag. I did want to thank you again for watching Jason the other night." Mrs. White said. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it."
"Oh...uh, no problem." Delia said. She had never baby sat Mrs. White's son, at least not in her own reality. "Any time."
"I may just take you up on that. Any way, have a good day, dear."
"You too..." Delia said, continuing to her house. Baby sitting? she thought to herself. She had always been friendly enough with the Whites, occasionally helping them out around the house, but never baby sitting.
Delia reached into her pocket for her keys, and almost had a heart attack when she found they weren't there. It took a moment of panic before she checked the bag that had appeared when she was changed.
She found a number of things in the bag. Some she expected (My keys and wallet), and some she didn't want to even think about (Tampons...?) She closed the bag and headed into her house.
She stopped as soon as she stepped inside. The whole house was different. Everything was decorated nicely and clean, a far cry from how it had been this morning.
"How in the world is this possible?" she asked, heading toward the dining room. Her mother worked two jobs just to support the two of them. She never had time to clean. And while Derek had always tried to help around the house, it had never been as clean as this, or as nicely decorated.
Delia threw her bag onto the dining room table and looked around. Her eyes stopped on the wall opposite herself, where a picture was hung. This morning, it had been of Derek and his mother, taken last Christmas. Judging by the decorations in the new picture, the timing was the same, but it now had Delia, her mother...and her father.
Two things struck her immediately about this picture. The first was that this was the first time Delia was seeing her new self. The picture was a few months old, sure, but how much could she have changed in that time. And, she had to admit, she was very pretty. A few hours ago, she would have killed for a chance to even talk to this girl. Now, she was this girl.
The second thing was the inclusion of her father in the picture. He had left when Derek was a small child, maybe 3 or 4. Apparently, in this new reality, he had stuck around.
"Why...?" Delia asked, tears forming in her eyes. "Why did he stay in this reality, and not...mine?"
The front door opened and closed, and Delia turned to see her mom coming in. Mrs. Lettman stopped and looked at her daughter for a moment.
"Honey, is something wrong?" she asked.
Delia was shocked. Her mother looked...great. Well rested, more energetic than she had seen her in years.
"Um...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just...kind of a trying day." Delia said. "You're, um...home early."
"I requested the day off, remember? I had a few appointments I had to keep." Mrs. Lettman said. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Delia said. "I'm gonna head up and do my homework and stuff, okay?"
"Sure, you do that." Mrs. Lettman said.
Delia grabbed her bag and ran upstairs to her room. She wasn't surprised at the changes she saw. She took her phone from her bag and threw it onto the floor and flopped onto her bed.
"This is too much..." she said to herself. "Everything is different..." She looked at her phone and began going through it. "I wonder what else is different."
