As Petra quickly washed herself, trying to ignore the new shape and sensations of her new body. A seed of an idea was growing in her mind. There might be a way to salvage the situation with Jen. At least get back on amicable terms with her. And, best case scenario, maybe get her to reciprocate Petra’s feelings.
Hopping out of the shower, she started drying off. Pausing mid-way through drying her hair, she ruminated. Her situation could be worse. Yes, she was now a girl. Yes, she was hopelessly in love with her currently ex-friend Jen. But everything felt natural about the situation. As if everything was supposed to be this way. She figured that was just how the stone worked. So she had a small stone to thank, well thank only for giving her crippling dysphoria or something.
Finishing drying off, Petra wrapped a towel around her torso. She stepped out into the hall, looking for her mother. If she was going to pull this off, she was going to need some help.
