There was something in the damp air that made Steve shiver... he felt a ripply feeling in his stomach. Not an unpleasant feeling, but it was something uncomfortable... what was going on? He didn't feel sick exactly... but maybe he best go home? The teachers would be annoyed with him if he walked off without seeing the nurse, but he had a plan.
He didn't live that far away, all he had to do was say he was too sick to go to the nurse and phone the school. He was sure they would make allowances for it...
He quickly walked to his house, which was only a few streets away. That strange filling in the pit of his stomach had gone... but the discomfort, as if something pressed into his skin was still there.
He was starting to panic. The transformation he had was so subtle, easily hidden... what if that was only the first stage to something worse? He tried not to let the panic get to him, after all to all appearances he still looked the same...
His hands shakily opened the door.
"Steve, you're home early," said his mom.
"Um.. I was sent home. Not feeling well," he said quickly.
"Oh? Can I get you anything? Aspirin maybe?" His mother looked concerned... she didn't know her son had changed already.
Nobody knew... nobody can ever know.
"I- I'm fine mom. Really. I just want to get some rest... but... tell the school for me that I made it here? They.. were a bit worried. I'm sure."
"Sure honey," Said his mother.
Steve quickly made his way to his room. He sighed in relief that his web of white lies have got him this far. Hopefully his mother will report him here, and he can probably make up some excuse later... it should be fine. Anything going wrong could be brought up to miscommunication later.
He was in his room, and slowly took off his shoes.
His feet were a little strange. They looked human, but the nails were a bright pink. Steve hated the way they looked so... girly. They were also quite sharp. He had tried to cut them, and remove the colour but it seems the colouring was natural and they grew back quickly. The best thing he could try to do was apply other colourings to it, but the nails would always look coloured on his feet.
He sighed seeing no further damage there... that was a good sign.
He carefully removed the sweat shirt. This was... a trickier thing to hide, but so far it had been fine. Instead of nipples, he seemed to have some kind of small pink petal growing there. The petals were quite sturdy, but now when he looked at them they seemed to be opening up? He poked one as a little yellowish dust came on his finger... urgh.
He brought his attention to his waist, to find out what had caused that really weird feeling. He removed his sweat pants... and gasped, staring at the mirror.
A pink petal had actually now formed around his waist! He was aware of some kind of line around there before, but didn't pay it any mind thinking it was just the way his trousers pressed against the skin. Instead now, a pink petal had formed itself around his waist, hiding his nether regions. Nether regions that were quite feminine...
He continued to examine the new petal around his waist. It wasn't particularly big at the moment, it looked like a mini-skirt. It was also upon the most feminine set of legs Steve had ever seen... that was another aspect he had tried to hide carefully.
Steve swallowed as he examined the petal further, wondering if he could take it off. He found he could pull at it, but it felt like he was pulling off his hair? It might hurt a little... no problem. He took out a pair of scissors, and did an experimental cut around the edge of the petal bracing himself...
He did not feel any pain... Relief washed over him. clearly this petal was not actually connected to his nervous system... he should be able to cut it carefully, to allow himself to wear pants comfortably. He carefully cut around the pink petals... when he winced slightly. Okay.. 'some' of it was connected to him... He had to do this carefully.
"Why did it have to be pink!" He shouted annoyed. Pink toenails, pink petals... pink!
He calmed down and set to his task, making sure to lock the door.
