Newly Not Cis

Can you explain why you have boobs?

Once again, huge thanks to Trismegistus Shandy for editing this, I'm trying to learn so I can avoid some of the mistakes present in my earlier writing. Links to their work are in the comments.

Nick came in; it was over. 

James knew Nick didn't expect to see his friend in a bra, and he knew it would be more of a surprise to see that bra was full. Two words began running through his head: "oh" and "shit". Nick's eyes were on him, they looked at him, scanned him. He felt exposed, terrified. His secret was out. His new body had been seen. He thought he was going to have to live as a girl.

He looked back up at Nick; the look of confusion and shock on his face could only be more obvious if he were a cartoon. But Nick didn't look at his face, he stared at James' body. The shock and horror he had experienced doubled. He frantically tried to grab something to cover up his chest, or something to throw at Nick to get him out of there.

Nick seemed to snap out of his shock and quickly closed the door. James heard the frantic footsteps as Nick went back to his room.

James tried to remember why he was in there, so he could go after his friend. The pain in his chest cleared that question up quickly. He peeled off the bra and couldn't tell if his breasts had gotten any bigger. He prayed they hadn't. He threw on his clothes, then shoved the bra into the pocket of the hoodie. Without compression, his chest felt too open, and those things showed under his clothes.

Before talking to Nick, he needed to take some time to calm. His chest had definitely been seen, and considering he had already told him about the voice stuff, it would be hard for him not to assume there might be more changes. How was Nick going to react? They were both dudes, they'd seen each other topless before; he couldn't even make up some stupid lie like he was only pretending to be a boy. He couldn't escape it; he had to tell him.

He checked the mirror to see how he looked. After being exposed like that, it didn't take long to start picking apart the femininity in his face. A week had been enough to make his face look less gaunt; his cheeks had started to fill out, looking softer and rounder. He hated it; he hated that he had become cuter. He looked down at his body for the first time since he had tried showering. He needed to see if there might be any semblance of masculinity there; there wasn't. At the start of the week, he hadn't had curves this pronounced. There was nothing to make them. It must have been the way fat was now shaping to his new form. He hated it. There was no way Nick could see him as a guy after seeing him shirtless.

The door creaked as he opened it. Every step made so much noise that he couldn't hear himself think. Everything was too much, but he knew he had to keep pushing forward. He knocked on the door to Nick's room before opening it.

"So, can I explain what that was?" he asked.

Nick made James sit across from him. His chest felt tight again. At least this time it wasn't because his lungs were being crushed.

"I'm guessing it's not just your voice that changed?" Nick said. He seemed calm, or at least calmer than when he'd seen James topless.

"No, it isn't."

"How much of you is, you know, different?"

"All of it, as far as I know,"

"Including --" Nick seemed to be trying to figure out the least weird way to ask. James knew what was coming next. He silently braced himself. "-- downstairs," Nick finished with a whisper.

"Yep, that's changed too," James said with a sigh.

"Damn, dude, that's impossible, like a voice changing, that's kinda weird but your whole body?" he shook his head, then looked at James. "And you've been like this since?"

"The change happened either early Saturday or late Friday, I was just trying to sleep and then this pain just hit me. I couldn't move and when I woke up, I was like this."

"Do you like it?"

What kind of question was that? No, he didn't like it, he had been unable to be himself around his friends, his voice sounded like it had been swapped for that of a twelve-year-old. These things attached to his chest had been nothing but fleshy burdens that constantly reminded him that his body was wrong.

"Do you think I like the fact my body has been completely changed without my knowledge?"

Nick seemed to ignore his snide answer. "You need to tell Katie about this; if anyone can help it will be her. I will call for you if you need me to."

"She's actually the only other person that knows. She took me shopping." He would have had to tell Nick at some point. Then seemed as good a time as any.

"Wait, I was offering to call her for you because I thought she would never talk to you; how did you pull that off?"

It didn't feel like a good time to tell Nick about his long and complicated history with Katie, or about the weekend. He also didn't want to make things any more complicated.

"It's not important."

Nick continued to ask questions; "What's it feel like?" "Why were you taking your top off?" "Have you seen a doctor?" "Does your mum know?" "Are you gonna be a girl?" To which James responded with either real answer or a sarcastic one depending on how important he thought the questions were.

After five minutes of questioning, James was done.

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" His frustration was beginning to seep into his voice.

"Sorry, I forgot how weird this must be for you," Nick replied apologetically.

Nick began to set up another game for them to play. James felt relief flow over him.

"Do you wanna play another game?" asked Nick.

"Please, dude," James answered.

The day passed by and the whole gender thing was forgotten. They played like normal; they hung out in a way that felt normal. James hated that he'd had to tell someone, but it was a relief to know that things between him and Nick were the same. He no longer had to worry about being discovered by Nick. He felt closer to him because of it.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, James," Nick said out of the blue. It relieved James to hear it, but he didn't know where it came from. "You're still a guy to me. I promise I'll keep this a secret."

"Thank you, Nick." He looked at his friend. Nick looked relieved as well. He didn't know why Nick would be relieved to keep a secret.

When it came time to go, Nick walked James to the door and gave him a hug, which James had no idea how to react to. Their group was never the hugging type; was it because Nick thought he was a girl? If so, he wanted to punch Nick in the face. If not, it was still uncomfortable. He left the hug as soon as possible.

After the stress of that day, he threw off his hoodie into the washing basket, put on the baggiest shirt he could find, and went to sleep. He didn't even remember waking up to eat dinner, which was probably for the best, considering his hoodie was in the wash and the baggy shirts weren't able to hide the growths on his chest.