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MidReal Story
The Boyfriend Pact
Scenario:Patrick, a guy in his thirties, catches the gender flu and transforms into a female version of himself, Paige. Paige must learn to navigate life as a woman. She does this with the support of her girlfriend Sadie and her classmate Veronica.
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Paige
resilient, and curious. Paige struggles to adjust to life as a woman after contracting the gender flu. With the support of her girlfriend Sadie and friend Veronica, she learns to navigate the world with new body awareness and challenges. Despite setbacks, she remains focused on her goals, seeking to return to her original form while embracing her current identity.
Sadie
and understanding. Sadie stands by Paige, providing emotional support and companionship as she adjusts to life as a woman. Sadie helps Paige explore her new identity and offers comfort through difficult moments. Her relationship with Paige remains strong despite the physical changes in Paige, and she encourages Paige's selfdiscovery and growth.
Veronica
and insightful. Veronica helps Paige adjust to life as a woman and provides her with valuable information about feminine products and experiences. She brings humor and lightness to their interactions, making fun of situations that might otherwise seem daunting. Veronica supports Paige's growth and remains a constant source of companionship.
I was running late for class when I felt it.
A tickle in the back of my throat.
I tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger.
Until I was forced to stop and lean against the wall.
The tickle became a scratch, and I could feel my body trying to fight it off.
My throat began to swell, and my breathing grew more labored.
Eventually, it became hard for me to breathe at all.
So I did the only thing I could.
I let my body take over and let out a loud, feminine cough.
When I finally managed to catch my breath, I reached up and felt my face.
It was no longer masculine in any way.
I looked down at my hands and saw they were no longer large and rough, but small and delicate.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
I had caught the gender flu.
I steady myself against the wall, willing my racing heart to slow.
My clothes hang loose in strange places while pulling tight in others.
The hallway seems longer than usual as I force myself to walk forward, one shaky step at a time.
Outside the classroom door, I pause to smooth my now-baggy shirt and run fingers through my longer hair.
Voices drift from inside - Professor Chen's lecture has already started.
My hand trembles as I reach for the doorknob.
The metal feels cool against my smaller palm.
I take a deep breath and step inside, ready to face whatever comes next.
I shuffle to an empty desk near the back, hyperaware of how my body moves differently.
Professor Chen pauses mid-sentence as several students turn to stare.
My face burns hot.
I fumble with my backpack, nearly dropping it.
The zipper catches on my now-oversized sleeve.
A piece of paper slides off my desk, and when I bend to retrieve it, my pants slip down my narrower hips.
Someone snickers.
I grab the waistband and sink into the chair, trying to disappear.
I grip the edges of my desk, willing my pulse to slow.
Whispers ripple through the room.
Professor Chen clears her throat and continues speaking, but I can't focus on her words.
My shirt collar keeps sliding off one shoulder, and I have to keep tugging it back in place.
The fabric brushes against my chest in a way that makes me squirm.
Two girls in front of me keep glancing back, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
When one of them mouths "Are you okay?" I give a slight head shake, then immediately regret drawing more attention to myself.
The room seems too bright, too loud, and my skin prickles with awareness of every subtle movement around me.
Through my peripheral vision, I notice someone moving toward the empty desk beside me.
My muscles tense, bracing for another snide comment or unwanted attention.
But as I risk a glance, I recognize Veronica's familiar face.
She takes her seat quietly, pulling out her notebook and giving me a soft smile.
That simple gesture helps my racing heart slow a fraction.
When she casually slides a hair tie across the desk without making a scene, my chest tightens with gratitude.
My trembling fingers fumble with the elastic band, struggling to gather my now-longer hair.
It's harder than it should be, but knowing Veronica is there makes the struggle feel less overwhelming.
After several clumsy attempts, I finally manage to secure a messy ponytail.
Veronica leans over slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Did something happen over the weekend?" she asks, concern lacing her words.
I hesitate, then nod, my voice shaky as I reply, "I... woke up like this."
She nods, her eyes filled with understanding.
"Okay. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."
I try to focus on Professor Chen's lecture, but my mind keeps drifting back to how different everything feels.
The hair tie helps keep my hair out of my face, but my clothes still shift uncomfortably with every movement.
I catch Veronica glancing at me periodically, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
When Professor Chen finally dismisses class, I start gathering my things slowly, dreading the walk through campus.
Veronica waits patiently beside my desk while the other students file out, some still stealing curious looks in my direction.
She touches my arm gently and asks if I'd like to grab coffee at the campus café.
I nod, gathering my belongings with still-shaky hands.
Everything feels foreign, as if my body has forgotten how to function properly.
My hands are smaller, and the backpack straps keep slipping off my shoulders.
Veronica waits while I struggle to zip my backpack and pull up my pants one more time.
We leave the classroom last, after the crowd has cleared.
Walking feels strange—my center of gravity has shifted, and my steps are unsteady.
Veronica matches my slower pace, positioning herself between me and passing students in the hallway who can't help but stare.
When my pants start slipping again, Veronica guides me to a quiet corner near a bulletin board filled with flyers for campus events.
She pulls a safety pin from her backpack and kneels down to pin the waistband of my pants, her movements efficient and matter-of-fact.
"Thanks," I say softly, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment.
Veronica looks up at me, her eyes steady and reassuring.
"Have you talked to anyone about this yet?" she asks gently.
I shake my head, the weight of the unspoken words pressing heavily on my chest.
"I haven't," I admit, leaning against the wall while she digs through her bag.
She pulls out her phone and starts typing a message, still crouched down to keep my pants secure.
I watch as she sends a text to someone named Jamie from the theater department.
"Jamie can let us into the costume room," Veronica explains, looking up at me.
"We can find you some clothes that fit. But we have to hurry before their lunch break ends."
She stands up, and I follow her across campus, one hand clutching my sliding waistband to prevent another wardrobe malfunction.
The autumn breeze catches my loose shirt, making me shiver in ways my old body never did.
Veronica glances at me, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Do you think this is permanent?" she asks, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.
I shrug, feeling the weight of uncertainty settle in my stomach.
"I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Veronica leads the way, weaving through students on the sidewalk.
We pass by a group of guys who can't help but stare, their eyes lingering too long on my new form.
Veronica positions herself between us, shooting them a stern look that makes them quickly avert their gaze.
We reach the side entrance of the theater building, and Veronica checks her phone for Jamie's response.
I lean against the brick wall, catching my breath after the short but challenging walk.
Veronica tries the door handle, but it's locked.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath while Veronica checks her phone again.
Footsteps echo down the hallway from inside, growing louder until a girl with short hair and a collection of colorful bracelets appears at the door.
She jangles a set of keys in her hand, looking at me with understanding.
I guess she's had the gender flu before too.
She unlocks the door and pulls it open, revealing racks of costumes and a small changing area.
My legs still feel wobbly as I follow them inside, gripping my loose pants with one hand.
The familiar theater smell of dust and fabric fills my nose.
Jamie turns to me with a knowing smile.
"First time, huh?" she asks, her voice warm and inviting.
"Yeah," I reply, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability in the presence of someone who understands.
Jamie guides me to a rack of women's clothes, while Veronica starts digging through a bin of accessories.
My hands tremble as I grip a pair of jeans that look closer to my new size.
I hold them up, wondering if they'll fit.
Veronica turns to me with a measuring tape in her hand.
"Hold still," she says, stepping closer to measure my waist.
I freeze, suddenly aware of how close she is.
She reaches around me, the tape brushing against my skin through the loose fabric of my shirt.
Our eyes meet, and for the first time, I notice the flecks of gold in her brown irises.
The moment stretches out, and I feel a flutter in my chest that has nothing to do with the gender flu.
"Found some more pants!"
Jamie calls out from across the room, breaking the spell.
Veronica steps back, clearing her throat awkwardly.
"Thanks, Jamie," she says, her voice a little too bright.
Jamie grins, holding up a pair of jeans and a skirt. "You can try these on; they should fit better than what you've got now."
She hands me a pile of clothes and points to a changing screen in the corner.
I nod, taking the clothes from her.
As I sort through the pile, my fingers brush against something silky.
I pull it out, realizing it's a green and black lingerie set, tucked between the jeans and shirts.
My heart skips a beat as I remember Veronica's earlier teasing suggestion about trying on lingerie.
I glance around the room, wondering if she put it there on purpose.
Veronica is busy with Jamie, looking at some dresses they found.
I hesitate for a moment, then step behind the changing screen.
The lingerie feels delicate in my hands, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel on my new body.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
It's just lingerie, I tell myself.
But I know it's more than that.
It's an opportunity to explore this new body in a way that terrifies and intrigues me at the same time. I look around the changing area, making sure no one can see me.
The screen provides decent coverage, but I still feel exposed.
I take a deep breath and slowly remove my ill-fitting clothes.
The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver slightly as I stand there naked for the first time in this new body.
I look down at myself, marveling at the curves and contours that have replaced my once flat chest and angular hips.
My hand trembles as I reach for the lingerie again.
I carefully slide on the panties first, feeling the soft fabric against my skin.
I fumble with the bra clasps, my fingers clumsy as I try to hook them behind my back.
After several failed attempts, I bring the bra around to my front, fasten it, and then twist it back around - a trick I'd seen Sadie use on TV.
The straps slide off my shoulders until I tighten them, the elastic digging slightly into my skin.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror behind the screen, studying how the black lace cups shape my new breasts.
The sight startles me - my transformed body looking both foreign and familiar in the delicate garment.
"I'm fine!"
I jolt at the sound of Veronica's voice, nearly stumbling into the changing screen.
My hands instinctively cross over my chest, even though I know I'm hidden from view.
The lingerie suddenly feels too revealing, too intimate against my skin.
I open my mouth to respond, but my voice catches in my throat.
Through the gaps in the screen, I see Veronica's silhouette moving closer, and my heart pounds harder.
Jamie's footsteps echo from the far corner of the room, reminding me she's still here too.
I grab the jeans from the pile and rush to pull them on before anyone offers to check on me again.
"Hey, are you okay in there?" Veronica's voice is gentle, but there's a hint of concern.
"Yeah, just trying to figure out these jeans," I reply, hoping my voice sounds steadier than I feel.
Jamie chuckles from across the room, "Take your time; we've got all day."
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, noticing how the jeans bunch awkwardly between my legs.
The fabric creates an unflattering bulge where my male anatomy used to be.
Frustrated, I kick off the jeans and grab the black skirt from the pile.
The soft material slides over my hips, settling naturally around my transformed lower body.
In the mirror, the skirt drapes smoothly, following my new curves without highlighting what's missing.
My hands smooth down the fabric, appreciating how it conceals while still looking feminine.
"Wow, you look amazing," Veronica says, peeking through the screen with a mischievous grin.
I blush, trying to act nonchalant. "Thanks, but I feel like I'm playing dress-up."
Jamie joins in with a playful wink, "Well, sometimes playing dress-up is how we find out who we really are."
I step out from behind the changing screen, still wearing the lingerie underneath the black skirt.
Jamie and Veronica's encouraging smiles give me the courage to walk towards the full-length mirror on the far wall.
My steps are hesitant at first, the skirt swishing against my legs in an unfamiliar way.
The fabric moves differently with my new hip movements.
I pause in front of the mirror, studying how the clothes fit my transformed body.
"Try a spin," Veronica suggests, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I grip the hem of my skirt, taking a deep breath.
With a small experimental turn, I watch the skirt float around my thighs.
I grasp the skirt's hem between my fingers, letting the soft fabric bunch in my hands.
The first spin was tentative, but now I want to feel that floating sensation again.
Taking a deep breath, I plant my feet and twist my body, letting my hips lead the movement.
The skirt billows out, brushing against my thighs as I turn.
My new center of gravity makes the spin feel different - lighter, more fluid.
Jamie claps while Veronica watches intently.
The lingerie shifts beneath my clothes as I move, reminding me of this hidden feminine secret.
I pause my spinning as an unfamiliar warmth spreads through me.
The lingerie slides against my skin with each movement, creating new sensations that make me catch my breath.
"Do you want to try on more things?" Veronica asks, her voice breaking into my thoughts.
I shake my head, still trying to understand these strange feelings in my transformed body.
"I think I'm good for now," I manage to say, my voice a little shaky.
Jamie checks her watch and frowns slightly.
"My lunch break is ending soon. Let me grab you a bag for the clothes."
She disappears into the store, leaving me alone with Veronica.
I clutch the skirt against my thighs, acutely aware of every brush of fabric against my skin.
As Jamie returns with a bag, Veronica gathers her things.
"We should get going too," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement.