Shifting (Trans Marinette)

Shifting (1)

"How's the testosterone blockers? I forgot how long you've been on them," Alya asked over the phone.

"Um, pretty good. There's not a whole lot of difference physically, but I do feel a little bit different emotionally and stuff. It been almost a month," Marinette replied as she examined her prescription on her pink polka dotted couch.

"This is so awesome that you're parents are letting you do this. How do you feel right now?"

"I feel really nervous, but like super happy," she replied as she grinned at the orange bottle.

"You got this girl. You're gonna blossom in to a beautiful butterfly once you start taking estrogen, and you'll make all those cis guys swoon over your beauty," she encouraged. Marinette giggled and blushed.

"D-Do you think Adrien would notice?" She stuttered excitedly as she clutched the bottle.

"Hopefully. I know that boy is straight as an arrow, so once you start filling out it should get his attention. You're already adorable," Alya told her.

"I hope so. I mean, everyone knows that I was a gay guy, but I dunno how I should go about this."

"Slowly but surely. I don't think anyone would give you much trouble, but if they do refer them to me," Alya said. Marinette sighed and smiled, thankful that everyone so far had been so accepting of her identity and her decision to transition.

"Thanks Alya, you're the best."

"No problem. Oh, how's your hair doing?"

"Pretty good. It's kinda shaggy right now, but my mom canceled my hair appointment and bought me my own razor and shaving cream so I don't have to use hers. It smells so good," she told her with a grin.

"I bet your mom uses the kind without a scent. There's so many shaving creams out there, it's crazy. I like the ones that smell like strawberries and go from gel to foam."

"That's the one my mom got me!"

"Whoa twins!"

"She also got me a tube of mascara, but I'm like super scared to try and use it. I've never had something so close to my eyes," she said and glanced over at the black tube on her desk.

"Oh really? That's cool, I could show you how to use it some day. Although you already have incredibly thick and long eyelashes," Alya complimented.

"Aw, thank you. You're so sweet. Thank you so much for being so accepting."

"Don't get mushy on me girl. I've suspected ever since you wore flats to school," she sassed. Marinette giggled.

"I guess that was a bit of a give away," she agreed and looked down at her prescription again. She was distracted when she heard a tap from her trap door above her bed, followed by it swinging open and a soft thump of her guest landing on her bed.

"I have to go. I'll call you later," she told Alay as she watched blond hair and green eyes peak out from the loft.

"Okay, girl. See ya."

"Bye," she said quickly before hanging up the phone.

"Am I interrupting something, your majesty?" Chat Noir asked as he hung off the edge of Marinette's bed. She gulped and felt her body start to tense. She hadn't told him yet, and she was incredibly nervous of how he would react. He was the one variable who was too unpredictable that she couldn't decipher.

"N-Not at all," she stuttered and clutched the bottle behind her back and out of his sight. He smirked and slid down gracefully to the floor.

"I hope not. I'd hate to disrupt my prince's activities," he said and leaned against the ladder that lead to her bed.