The delivery man handed Jon the boxes of food. "Good evening, ma'am! Your total comes to $17.48."
Momentarily stunned, Jon froze for a second.
"That'll be $17.48, miss," repeated the delivery man.
He rapidly shook his head to clear it, and then handed the man the twenty, and told him to keep the change. Jon closed the door and then walked back to the room.
"What's wrong?" asked Karyn.
Jon set the boxes on the coffee table, and remained silent for a few seconds. "He called me 'miss.'" Silently, Jon walked into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror. Looking back at him was no longer the face of an androgenous young man, but rather the face of a young woman. He looked similar to Karyn, but true to his last wish, he retained the majority of his old facial features, only feminized. He guessed that the face he was seeing would be what his sister might have looked like . . . well, if his sister had been crossed with Karyn, he guessed.
He looked closely and saw that his face lacked any trace of stubble on his chin or newly slender neck. And his eyebrows were thinner, and more femininely shaped. His eyes were a piercing green, and while they had an entirely new color and quality to them, he could almost sense the gaze of his own eyes deep inside. His lips seemed a bit fuller, though only slightly, and his nose was smaller and slightly upturned. His face was rounder, softer to touch, and he saw that most of his skin had become soft elsewhere.
Still looking in the mirror, he turned his attention to his arms. They'd toned up some, but in a feminine way. Even as he watched, a hair or two would fall from his arms, and he noticed the same thing as he glanced at his legs. He removed his shirt and found that the friction had already removed all of his chest hair. His stomach was toned once more, but he lacked the weak six pack he'd worked hard to achieve. He purposefully ignored looked at the puffiness displayed in his chest, and he replaced the tank top.
He turned around and saw that Karyn was standing near the door, which he'd forgotten to close. "I'm sorry, Jon. It's been happening all day, but I didn't have the heart to tell you."
He began to cry, and cursed. He thought silently about how he'd never been this emotional before. "I managed to keep my mind and personality, but I didn't think to try to protect myself from these damned hormones!" he said out loud.
Karyn did her best to console her friend, but Jon offered a weak smile. "I'll be okay, I'll join you in the living room in a second." Once Karyn had left, he closed the door and dropped his pants to confirm his fears.
"Won't be long now," he muttered to himself.
