Chelsea was waiting for you when you arrived home, looking somewhat worried, and immediately you dragged her to your room. You felt a pang of guilt for leaving her as you was at the lab.
"Are you going to be okay?" Chelsea asked.
"Yeah. I think so. Apart from the loss of age" you said sourly. "Apart from that, I actually feel quite good."
"That's what is worrying me. Are you going to turn into a girl?" Chelsea asked.
You frowned at Chelsea's question. It was giving voice to your fears. "I hope not. Just don't say it in front of Mom, or my sisters. Mom is being far too protective, and I know Ella. She'll dress me up like a girl the second she thought I'm going to be one. Why are you asking that? Can you see any changes?"
"Very slight hair growth" Chelsea said.
"Which doesn't mean I'm changing" you protested.
"True, but you could have internal changes and not even know it" Chelsea said. She got up and much to your surprise, grabbed you by the chest.
"Hey!" you protested, but you cut yourself off as you saw her reaction.
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