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Gradual Change – Part 10
🕑 Added 2021-09-24 12:58:47 +0000 UTCJeff was nervously waiting inside the house for Heather to return with Erinna. He kept pacing back and forth in the front hallway. He had finished the call with Heather more than an hour ago when she had told him the news. He was scared and worried as his son was now his daughter. Jeff was unsure what this change would bring to their family.
He finally had his baby girl, and he couldn’t lose her. Being her dad, he had to protect her, as shielding her was his responsibility. Jeff vowed to show his baby girl all the love and care in the world so he wouldn’t lose her.
“Dad, calm down; you’re making me nervous,” George said with a sigh as he approached his father. He had been in their home gym working out when his dad told him the news. George was startled and had almost dropped the weight he was raising. Jeff quickly spotted his son, saving him from being injured.
“You don’t understand, most of all people; Ryan looks up to you,” Jeff said while rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. It was his habit whenever he got nervous. This time he was not nervous; he was freaking out. “He..., I mean she wanted to be like you, this will not happen now. I should have known; she always looked just like your mother; I am sure she will continue to look more like her.”
George was surprised to hear this. As a big brother, George wanted to set a good example, so his brother would look up to him. He didn’t know he had left that impression on his little brother or, rather now, his sister. This meant he was a successful big brother, for which he was happy. But he still felt disappointed. He would continue to love his younger sibling even if she was a girl now. But now, he wasn’t sure how to support her. He wanted to help his little sister, but he didn’t know-how. He was very disappointed in himself.
George was preoccupied with thinking of a way to help his sister when an idea struck him. “I have to tell Nancy, she can help,” George said, turning to get his phone from his room.
“Hold on, son, what can Nancy do? Besides, you can’t just tell anyone,” Jeff said worriedly. He knew his son was only trying to help, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to tell Nancy. She had been like a sister to Ryan. If her treatment of Erinna changed in any way, his daughter might not be able to handle it.
“Dad, you don’t understand; Nancy is like Ryan; she used to be a boy,” George said before running up the stairs leaving his dad in shock. Jeff couldn’t believe it, such a pretty girl used to be a boy? He was giving his son advice to go and ask her out just before he got the call from Heather.
Upstairs in his room, George quickly retrieved his phone. He then texted Nancy telling her all the details. If someone could help his sister, he was sure it would be Nancy. Nancy received the message from George. It took her a moment to read it and understand the situation. Once she had read the message, however, she texted back immediately. “I am coming over right away.”
George sighed with relief at her answer, then waited for Nancy to arrive. Nancy always saw Ryan as her little brother. She wanted to be there for him. Maybe she could show him how to help his sister. God, he hated this, his sister was suffering, and he wasn’t sure what he could do to help her. He didn’t like this at all.
A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door. George ran to the door and opened it. Standing on the porch were Nancy and Oliver. George completely ignored Oliver and didn’t even see him standing there. At first, he could only see Nancy. “Hi Nancy, oh, you too, Oliver,” he greeted them both as he stepped aside to let them in.
“Thanks; where is Ryan?” Nancy asked while entering the house with Oliver. Nancy had been diagnosed with TSS, the same as Ryan. It started three years ago before she moved to this neighborhood. Her name used to be Nathan Thompson Collins, but now she’s far removed from the boy she used to be. Now she’s Nancy Kayli Collins and was preparing to remove the last remaining male vestige from herself in a couple of months.
“He…, She’s not here yet; she's out with mom,” George informed them. He was having a hard time changing his pronouns. He was used to having a little brother, and he never used the word she before. “They’re supposed to be on their way now.” George closed the door behind them before taking Nancy’s coat from her. He also took Oliver’s coat as an afterthought and hung them both in the closet.
Nancy was always fashionable; she had the looks of a supermodel, but she didn’t like the cameras. She also couldn’t imagine herself having the same mental ability as Carla, playing sports, modeling, and still obtaining high grades at school. As well, Carla played girls’ basketball on the team in Ryan's school. They trained well, but they didn’t work Carla nearly as hard as they did on Nancy's teams.
Nancy was a very stunning 14-year-old girl. Her legs were long, and her beautiful reddish-blonde hair dropped to a good couple of inches above her hips with a natural wave in it. Her skin was milky white and had long lost its tan. Her icy blue eyes were enough to make her stand out in any crowd. She was very flexible and agile, and her speed made it difficult for anyone to catch or tackle her. She would jump above players, take a sharp turn to the left or right, or duck down. And that was before you could take her amazing speed into account.
Two years ago, which was the third year of middle school, she first played against George. He was on the opposing football team, and of all the players, only George was able to keep up with her. Although it was hard to stop Nancy, he was able to do so, preventing his team from losing. Nancy was mad since she lost because of George. After her parents had decided to move, she found herself in the same school as George. At first, she hated his guts, but then she realized how nice he was. Before she realized it, he became her closest friend ever. Nancy even revealed her secret to George. Since she was a girl when she first faced him, he was surprised by her secret.
Nancy revealed to George how she had used to be a boy. She told him her story as Nathan, how she was a boy and loved being a boy. She continued telling him how she was diagnosed with TSS and how she became a girl. When her body started to change, Nancy was like a tornado of emotions, especially when she found herself starting to check boys out. She told George all that and more, George was choked up, but he wasn’t disgusted or weirded out as Nancy feared and expected.
Nancy had expected him to hate her, bully her, or even worse, tell the whole school her secret. Yet, what happened next revealed George's true character. George grew closer to her and was more protective of her. He was supportive and caring and helped to erase her old self to become the most feminine girl the world had ever seen. She started to feel protected and shielded when George was around. He made her feel the same way she had only felt when around her father. She vowed to make George her man and never wanted to lose him. She wanted to make him squirm with desire every time he saw her.
So far, her plan was working just fine, and George never looked at any other girls. She knew a boy like George would have a line of girls waiting for him to ask them out. She didn’t want to stand in that line. George was hers alone, and she would never allow any other girl to take him from her. Oh, she would love to see the look on the other girls’ faces when she showed them all that George was hers and only hers.
Now, however, Nancy couldn’t think about that; she couldn’t leave Ryan alone. There was a reason she brought Oliver with her. She knew from their looks at each other that both Ryan and Oliver exchanged. Sure, they may not understand their feelings now, but she knew these two people were made for each other. Just like George helped her before, Nancy wanted Oliver to help Ryan now. Even though he may not look like much now, Oliver already packed a hard muscular body for a 10-year-old.
After all, TSS boys start with beautiful and feminine faces. Of course, they usually develop sharp jawlines and facial hair, which makes their feminine look become less apparent and gives them a hot handsome look. What makes them look more masculine is their muscular body. They tend to develop more muscles than other boys, and they do that at a younger age. Oliver may not look like it now, but he can and wants to help Ryan.
Heather pulled into her home’s garage as Erinna sat in the back seat. Heather left the SUV, and Erinna did the same. Like she always does, Erinna walked to the back of the SUV to retrieve the bags when Heather stopped her. “Now, sweetheart, ladies don’t carry the bags into the house. We let the gentlemen do it,” Heather said, smiling softly. Erinna had a lot to learn about life as a girl, and Heather would love to teach her.
Erinna cringed upon hearing this; it was clear she was no longer one of the gentlemen, and she would never be. She wanted to protest, but she felt the bra holding her breasts, reminding her that she was now a girl. Even if they were only an A-cup, they were almost a B-cup now. That is another thing I have to learn about. I know almost nothing about girls' underwear, but now I’m wearing panties and a bra with a camisole under my clothes.
The panties, bra, and camisole were all soft against her skin. They felt quite nice, and Erinna hated to admit it. They were all soft and silky, unlike her boy clothes. She could already feel like a girl even if she didn’t like it. The bra was a bit of a struggle for her to do on her own; fastening it behind her back was difficult, but Heather said she would learn.
Something else for me to learn, Erinna thought, grimacing. Erinna always liked new challenges and liked to overcome these challenges even more. Maybe, just maybe, if I thought of this as a challenge, it may be easier. Erinna entered the house behind her mom, feeling very nervous. She was really worried about her dad and George’s reaction to her new gender. She could already feel her stomach turning into knots; she even felt like throwing up.
“I completely forgot to buy you a swimsuit,” Heather said as they entered the house. A one-piece swimsuit was needed for Erinna. She would need one for her swimming team. Heather doubted that Erinna would want to stop swimming just because she was now a girl.
“Mom, seriously? Why would I need a bikini in the winter?” While it seemed to be a question, Heather knew it was not. She was glad it was not the summer. She knew Erinna was too self-conscious to wear a bikini right now. She also knew that Erinna loved swimming more than anything and would never say no to swimming. Yes, she wouldn’t dress half-naked in a bikini, showing off her breasts. But this was a topic for a future time.
“Hold on, Sweetheart, I said nothing about a bikini. You still need a good one-piece swimsuit for your swimming classes. You heard Lynn, your breasts will only continue to grow, so you have to cover them now,” Heather explained while looking Erinna in the eyes and seeing the defeated look on her face. Erinna didn’t like this at all, but while she hated to admit it, her mom made sense.
“I guess you’re right, mom; I still want to take swimming classes even as a girl,” Erinna admitted. Her thoughts started to wander to her swimming class. And how things will change from now on.
That’s when it became clear to her, she would have to use the girls’ locker room. She didn’t want to use the girls' locker room, but she knew she no longer had a choice. Some boys would do anything just to get in there, while for Erinna, she wanted to stay away as long as possible.
As they walked further into the house, Erinna saw Jeff nervously pacing in the hallway. The moment he saw her, his face lit up, and he smiled while walking towards her. His smile almost made all her worries melt away. Surprising Erinna, he did something he hadn’t done for a couple of years now. He lifted Erinna in his arms, squeezing her with a hug.
“Thank goodness, I thought I would lose you,” Jeff said, revealing his fears. He had never felt so scared in his life like he felt today. He didn’t want to lose his child, and since she was now his baby girl, he felt even more afraid for her. “How are you feeling now?” Jeff asked, kissing Erinna’s forehead.
“You’re not mad at me?” Erinna asked, feeling relief because of her dad’s reaction. Being in his arms felt nice and comforting. It felt as if she had nothing to worry about, and all her problems had vanished. She felt secure, protected, shielded, and loved.
“Mad? Why would I be mad at you, Sweetie?” Jeff asked in a sweet baby tone.
It was clear to Erinna how her dad was now talking to her differently. To make matters worse, she enjoyed it, which finally made her break down. She hadn’t shed a tear since this morning, but now she felt like crying. She felt safe to cry in Jeff’s arms. She had wanted to cry for a while, but now she just let everything out and cried while tightly hugging her father.
Jeff was upset when his child started crying. He thought he had done something wrong to make his daughter cry. He looked to Heather for answers, clearly worried about his daughter. Heather looked him in the eyes, and her look told him that everything was ok, and he was doing a great job.
There was something about the way their parents could communicate with only a look that always amazed Erinna and George. They had reached a point where they didn’t have to talk anymore; a look would be enough. Knowing that he hadn’t done anything wrong seemed to calm Jeff down, and he wasn’t panicking anymore. He put his hand on Erinna’s back and started to massage her.
“It's alright, Erinna, you have been through a lot,” Jeff kept whispering soothing words while slowly rubbing Erinna's back. Erinna seemed to melt in Jeff’s arms. It felt so good and so comforting to be held so lovingly by her father. It felt like her mom, but different. Both were comforting, but her dad’s arms felt much stronger; it was as if he was shielding her from the whole world.
Jeff held Erinna for a few minutes until she wasn’t crying anymore. “Are you ok now, Ryan?” Jeff asked worriedly. Heather watched with a satisfied smile on her face. She never doubted Jeff for once, or she wouldn’t have had two kids with him. He may look a bit intimidating and scary with his 6’4” frame, though he had a very tender heart, especially with his kids. But if he had to protect his family, he could be as tough as nails.
Erinna nodded a bit, wiping her eyes. Jeff was still holding her, and honestly, she didn’t want him to put her down. It was such a nice feeling that she wanted to stay in her dad’s arms forever. It felt like the safest place on earth for her. “It’s Erinna,” Erinna corrected. She knew she couldn’t be Ryan anymore, so she didn’t want to be called Ryan anymore. She didn’t want to be reminded of the boy she once was, and it just made it harder for her to accept her new gender.
Jeff was about to say something when George approached them. “Mom, where’s Ryan?” George asked with concern in his tone. It made Erinna feel comfortable seeing how her brother was worried sick about her. She knew it had always been that way, and she was happy, hoping things would stay the same.
“Please call her Erinna from now on. As you can see, she needs a private moment with her father,” Heather said, taking George’s hand and pulling him away towards the living room. She knew that Erinna needed to talk with Jeff, and Heather would make sure no one interrupted them.
Jeff walked towards the kitchen, holding Erinna in his arms. He filled a glass with water and handed it to Erinna. “Would you like me to put you down?” Jeff asked, knowing he hadn’t held her since Erinna was six. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it was all about Ryan not wanting to. Jeff didn’t want to stop carrying Erinna around; he was just worried that she may not like it.
Erinna just shook her head, tightly wrapping her arms around Jeff’s neck. “I like it that way, Daddy,” she said. The moment the word left her mouth, Erinna choked; she hadn’t called Jeff her daddy for a long time. It just came out of her mouth without her realizing it. It just felt so natural. The way Jeff was handling the situation had erased all her fears.
“Sweetie, I miss carrying you like this,” Jeff said, removing a couple of hair strands behind her ear and kissing her forehead. “I also miss you calling me daddy, although your mom will be jealous if you do,” Jeff joked, making Erinna smile. “Nothing is worse than seeing you cry, Sweetheart; you have the cutest smile in the whole world, just like your mom.”
Erinna blushed a bit at her dad’s compliment; she couldn’t help but smile even more. “You’re not mad that I can’t be a boy anymore?” Erinna asked the question even though it didn’t seem so important to her now. She was just emotional and wanted daddy to reassure her. She needed to hear it from his mouth.
“Why would I ever be mad at you, Dear? Even if you wanted to become a girl and it wasn’t something your body chose for you, I would still support and love you,” Jeff announced with a confident tone. Just hearing Erinna’s question broke his heart. His one and only daughter doubted him? He didn’t like that at all.
“I love you, Daddy,” Erinna said, laying her head on Jeff’s shoulder. All her doubts were gone, and she felt comfortable calling Jeff her daddy. It also seemed to make him happy, so why wouldn’t she do it?
“I love you too, Princess,” Jeff whispered in Erinna's ear before kissing her forehead. Transitioning to a girl will be hard on Erinna, but he will be sure to love and support his new daughter at all times.
