Alex fiddled with the straps of the brassiere, trying to work out exactly how to get it on. She was never too great at getting around behind herself to begin with, and having wings to account for didn't help matters. Eventually she sighed, exasperated, and turned to Sally. Now that her little sister wasn't so directly competing with her, it didn't feel as embarassing to be turning to her for help as she'd thought it would, but it still bugged her on principle.
Sally nodded. "It takes some getting used to," she said. She motioned to her wings. "Even when you don't have these things getting in the way. You'll get the hang of it soon enough." She helped her former brother through the process, guiding Alex's hands in hopes that that would help her learn. Alex winced a bit as her arms were pulled behind her back to do the clasp, but she managed to avoid getting any muscles pulled in the process. Sally had her do the shoulder straps, which were much more straightforward. This accomplished, she turned to her sister. "Thanks," she said.
Sally bit her lip slightly, then failed to suppress a giggle. It was an odd sight, with the slightly wild, feral look to the face that they shared, but it didn't seem out of place. She placed a hand to her forehead, pressed against the base of her horns. "It's supposed to support them, sis, not just sit in front of them," she said.
Alex looked in the mirror. It didn't look particularly wrong to her, but she supposed Sally knew a lot more about this stuff. "Oh. Um, how do I, uh...?"
Sally grinned toothily, shaking her head. "You have to put them in. You know, with your hands."
Alex...felt a bit awkward. It was true that she wasn't finding herself all that upset at the prospect of being female, but...that still didn't mean she was 100% comfortable with it yet. The idea that these were now a part of her, and she was going to be doing the handling of them...it was a bit weird. But...well, she couldn't just let herself stand here paralyzed by indecision...
Sighing and squaring her jaw as much as the jaw of a fourteen-year-old girl can be squared, she began to try to pack her breasts into the cups, frowning a bit at the strange feeling of her scaled hands on the soft skin. It took a little doing, but she managed - without having to get help, even. Sally smiled. "See? Wasn't so bad, was it?"
Alex shrugged. "I guess not..." It was weird, to be sure, but she supposed she'd get used to it. And while neither of them were all that busty, there was enough of a noticeable difference for her to begin to understand why girls bothered with this. With the most complicated part of getting dressed taken care of, she grabbed a shirt off her bed. They'd had to look in another store, but they'd found some shirts that were better-designed for winged transformees, with actual fastened openings for the wings. Better still, the openings were at the bottom, so she could pull it on over her head like normal and fasten the snaps afterward, though she did have to be careful it didn't snag on her horns.
She looked in the mirror, trying to gauge her progress. She noted with mixed feelings that, supported and smoothed over by the shirt, her bust looked a little more prominent - though still nothing attention-grabbing. Well, not by adult standards...she couldn't really remember what constituted well-developed at fourteen; it was a couple years since she'd last been this age, after all.
Next was the underwear, which they'd also had to find with a suitable fastened-opening design - unlike their dad, the girls' tails couldn't simply be slipped through a slit in the fabric. But it was simple enough. Alex grabbed a pair of jeans off the bed, but Sally motioned for her to stop and shook her head.
"Better not, sis," she said. "Just in case the...um, the eggs...are fragile."
Alex winced, both at the mention of her problem, and at the idea of having loose shell fragments somewhere inside her...abdomen. "But...they can't be that fragile, can they?" she asked. Sally shrugged. "Probably not, but we should probably play it safe, until we have a better idea..."
Alex sighed, put the pants back on the bed, and took one of the skirts that had been bought for her. She hesitated before slipping into it. "It's...this is so weird," she murmured. "It almost doesn't even feel real..."
Sally nodded. "I know...I don't think I can be far behind, either...I don't even know what to expect..."
Alex frowned. "Well, that girl over by the park..." She shuddered. She hadn't seemed too happy.
"Uh, Melody...yeah," her sister said. "Yeah, that was...but maybe it was just a bad day, it might not be worse than menstruation..." Alex definitely detected an unspoken I hope at the end of that sentence. Well, in a day or two, they'd know... The two of them stood there in awkward silence for a minute, then pulled themselves together and went downstairs.
They arrived in the kitchen to find their mother working on dinner while their dad tried to figure out how to help. That was a little unusual. While their parents were occupied, the phone rang. Alex sprinted over to the little end-table the cradle sat on in one corner of the kitchen and picked it up. "Uh, Thompsons' residence," she said.
"Hi," a man's voice on the other end said. "Is Andy there?"
Andy tried to spot things that needed doing without getting in her husband's way. It was a little tricky, but she was starting to get the hang of some of it. She knew Susan didn't want her trying to re-model herself into some kind of meek little domestic out of guilt, but she did think she could at least try to be a better help with some of this stuff.
While she was working at this, Sally - or was that Alex? Oh, definitely Alex, she still had Alex's body language - came over to her. "Dad," she said, "there's someone on the phone for you."
The rabbit-woman nodded and took the handset from her. "Hello," she said, "Andy speaking."
"Hello, Mr. Thompson," the caller said. "This is Abe Jusczak, you came in for an interview with me this morning?"
"Uh, oh, hello!" Andy said, suddenly giving the call her full attention. "Yes...um, how's it going?" She mentally kicked herself for that, it sounded way too much like she was fishing for an answer while avoiding the actual question. She was so out of practice at this...
"Pretty well, thanks," Mr. Jusczak said. "I interviewed a few other candidates over the afternoon, and I'm calling because I've concluded that you're the best candidate for the position."
The sentence entered her brain like a treacle bullet. She wasn't even sure what she'd heard for a moment, and then she wasn't sure she'd heard it correctly. "Uh, pardon?" she asked, then mentally kicked herself again for giving him a chance to reconsider. So out of practice!
"Uh, I'm offering you the job," he said. Her heart leaped. "Would it be possible for you to start Monday?"
By this point she'd gotten back into job-seeker mode enough to not shriek her response into the mouthpiece. "Yes, absolutely!" she said, trying to hold her hand and voice steady. "Monday works fine."
"Great," he said. "If you can be in at 9:00, we'll take the first day as orientation, and we'll get a proper schedule worked out from there. See you Monday, Andy." Then he hung up.
It was sheer luck that Susan had just put dinner on the back burner to simmer. Andy didn't even take the time to let him know what was coming; the diminutive bunny-girl grabbed him by the shoulders, swooped him down low, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss like he wasn't now significantly the taller and heavier of the two. (The support afforded by his long, heavy tail may have played a part in supporting the weight, but it wasn't for lack of effort on Andy's part.) She let him hang loose and looked at him, pure joy in her face.
"I got the job!" she squealed.
