How To Interact With Girls? - Chapter 4

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On the other hand, she had never harmed him in any way, and always at least seemed trustworthy and loving when she wasn't playing her magical mind games.

Lindsay's ears perked up at the sound of the shower being cut off in the bathroom.

"Now I must ask that you go and clean yourself up, and please look semi-presentable. Your clothes are in the trunk in the library, and you can use my shower. Leah and I are going to have a little girl time."

"What are you planning, mom?"

Zach asked again pleadingly, unsure if he should really be leaving his friend alone with his mother and her powerful feminine influence.  Lindsay smiled.

"I am simply giving you and Liam very special gifts, one of which you explicitly asked for earlier today. I advise you to heed my words and receive them. Now scoot," his mother said with a twinkle in her eye as she made a motion to shoo him away.

"This is a no-boy zone until I say you can come in."

With a sudden jolt of force, Zach found himself outside of the bedroom with the door closing abruptly in his face. The lock clicked resolutely, barring any entrance.

"I hate magic," he grumbled to himself.

Leah looked apprehensively at her reflection in the steamy mirror. The rest of her body hair had washed away in the shower, leaving her skin smooth and clear which made her surprisingly relieved. Her eyes were drawn down between her legs to the manhood that still remained. It seemed smaller than it, actually, she really didn't remember how big it used to be, but it made her uncomfortable looking at it. It felt wrong. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, making sure to cover her chest.

"Miss Lindsay? Are you there?" she voiced tentatively.

"Yes Leah, I'm right here," Lindsay responded from the other side of the door.  Leah bit her lip nervously. She was unsure about how close she should be with Ms. Lindsay now that she suspected she was the cause of her changes.

Every time she was close to Zach's mom she felt strange. It felt like the feminine side of her grew whenever she was around. Isn't that what she wanted though?

She felt like a girl now, and she wanted to be a complete girl, but had she always wanted that? She couldn't remember. Her mind felt all jumbled.  She stood there fidgeting for a while before speaking again.

"W-what should I do?"

"You can come on out sweetie. Zach is not in the room anymore. He went to go wash up, so it's just us girls now. I'll help you get dressed."

Butterflies fluttered to life in Leah's stomach. Just us girls? Something about that sounded so exciting and assuring. She was one of the girls. Leah slowly opened the door and stepped out like a deer trying to cross a street.

Ms. Lindsay smiled warmly at her as she stepped out, and waved her over to where she stood by Zach's closet door. "No need to be shy Leah. Come on over here. I've got a surprise for you."

Leah stepped over warily, not quite sure what to think about her current situation.  Ms. Lindsay excitedly pulled open the closet door, revealing something Leah wasn't quite expecting, but after seeing it, she definitely should have been. In place of Zach's small closet was a large walk-in closet with the same baby blue color scheme as the rest of the bedroom. It was packed to the brim with every article of women's clothing that could possibly be imagined.

"Ta-da!" Ms. Lindsay proclaimed.

"Woah. That's- is all of this for me?"

Leah stuttered. It was overwhelming, but she couldn't deny the excitement that was growing within her at the sight.

"Who else would it be for?

It may seem like a lot, but you need to find your voice as a young woman, which means finding your own style. You'll find that women's fashion is a whole other world compared to what men are stuck with. Even if you think fashion isn't your thing, you'll find that your options are far more varied in expressing yourself," Lindsay said proudly. "But first, step in real quick and put these on."

She handed Leah a matching set of royal blue bra and panties and nudged her into the closet. "When you've got those on, come on out and I'll do your hair and makeup."

Alone inside the closet, Leah couldn't help but feel a strange sense of euphoria. It was such an alien feeling, but it felt good. Ever since the moment she had decided to be Leah, it felt like she had fallen into a dream. She knew that she had been a boy only a little earlier today, but for some crazy reason, she couldn't even remember what her name had been. Sam? Lance? Nothing sounded right. The only name she identified with was Leah.  She quickly slipped the bra in place over her breasts and strapped it on, only just then realizing that that was probably the first time she had ever actually put on a bra.

It felt like second nature. Next, she slid the panties up her smooth legs. Once they were in place, her stomach grumbled and the bulge between her legs deflated a little, becoming slightly less apparent. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt satisfied with that occurrence.  With one last glance at the clothes that hung around her, she stepped out of the closet with more confidence.  "Okay, Ms. Lindsay. I think I'm ready."

"No rush sweat pea," Zach's mom said innocently. "Does everything fit okay?"

Leah looked down at herself. "Yes ma'am. It's fitting better by the second strangely enough."

Lindsay smirked. "Yes. I noticed. You've grown a bit up top. That A-cup looks to fit pretty snug on you."

Leah pulled at her wet hair shyly. "Y-yeah. It happened when I was drinking the milk with the cookies."

Ms. Lindsay laughed. "That's funny. When I was young I was convinced that drinking milk would make me more endowed. It seems it worked like a charm for you."

Leah stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say.  "No need to be shy about it. There are no boys in the room, so you can talk freely about anything you want when it comes to girl stuff," she gave Leah a knowing look while motioning for her to take a seat at the vanity.  Leah sat, twiddling her gloss-tipped fingers in her lap as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Lindsay stepped up behind her, placing both of her hands on her head.

"So what do you want to do with your hair? Any requests?"

"I don't really know," Leah said, unsure of herself.  "How about I dry it out while you think about it then? It's your hair after all sweetie."

Leah nodded quietly while Ms. Lindsay retrieved some products from on top of the vanity and sprayed them into Leah's hair. She worked a few of them in with her fingers, combing her scalp gently. It smelled really good, like fresh berries.  "What's that?"

Leah asked warily.

"Oh, this is just some product to detangle your hair and make it fuller. It's really good for your roots. All natural products."

Lindsay said with a wink as she finished up and procured a blow dryer that Leah hadn't even noticed was sitting on the vanity. The air was neither hot nor cold and felt good on Leah's head as she watched her reflection intently in the mirror. Ms. Lindsay worked her hands through her hair, making sure every part was dry.

As her golden hair dried, it seemed to glimmer in the light of the room. Its texture became wavy and it almost seemed to bounce and ripple when Lindsay let locks of it fall around her shoulders. By the time it was all done, Leah's hair looked like it was straight out of a shampoo commercial.  "Have you decided on a style?"

Ms. Lindsay asked.  "Umm. How about just a ponytail?"

Leah wavered. She had never dreamed that she would ever have hair like this in her life, and yet there it sat on her head, and she had no idea what to do with it.  Lindsay shrugged. "Sure thing. It's nice and simple. Good choice."

She pulled back Leah's hair into a long wavy ponytail and tied it off with a navy blue ribbon. She left a few strands loose on the side to delicately frame her face.

"Beautiful!" Lindsay said cheerily. "Now let's get your makeup done."  Before Leah even realized, Zach's mom was already leaning next to her with a makeup kit out and was applying a light, skin-toned substance to her face. Almost immediately, Leah's face began to change. It was so incredibly discreet, that most people wouldn't have noticed it, but Leah was watching intently. Most subtly, Leah saw her cheeks become fuller on her face, giving an overall softer appearance to its shape.

"W-wait."

She said, holding up her hand to prevent Ms. Lindsay from doing anything further with the makeup.  "Is something wrong?"

Leah looked at her reflection, then back at Ms. Lindsay. "I know I'm turning into a girl, but I'm still confused as to how. As far as I know, it was never possible for someone to just start changing sex.

Something has been happening ever since I decided to pretend to be a girl," she paused unsure of the response her explicit question would evoke from her friend's mother. "Are you the one doing this to me?"

There was a still silence after the question escaped her mouth. Ms. Lindsay's face was still as stone for a few short seconds before her mouth curved into a smile. "Is that what you think?"

"Yes?" Leah confirmed unsteadily.  Lindsay sat back on her heels and leaned against the vanity casually.

"That's a very interesting accusation, but I'm afraid it is one I can neither confirm nor deny. All I can tell you to do is go with your gut. Have you brought this up to Zach?"  "Yes, I asked him and he wouldn't tell me, so now my only choice is to ask you."

Leah's eyes narrowed.  Lindsay nodded. "Good, good. We'll see if he can push through his last day."

"What?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing dear, just musing to myself."

Lindsay waved away the comment passively. "Well when it comes to your changes, I won't deny that any conclusion that you come to will sound completely preposterous, because you are correct of course, one doesn't simply start changing sex for no reason. What makes you think that it's me of all the impossible things it could be?"

"Because," Leah began, trying to find the right words. "Because you are going along with it like it isn't weird. I don't know why I didn't notice it before, but shouldn't you be freaking out that a boy is turning into a girl in your house?"

"Yes, yes. That is a good point," Lindsay said, placing her finger on her chin thoughtfully. "Anything else?"

"I feel more like a girl when you're around," Leah said quietly, taking another look at her feminizing reflection in the mirror.

"And that's the crux of it," Ms. Lindsay said pointedly. "Whether it's me or some other reason, you feel like a girl yes?"

"Y-yeah."

"Then let me ask you a question. If you had the power to right now, would you want to stop what is happening to you? Would you want to be a boy right now?"  Leah stared wide-eyed at her reflection. She watched as the girl in the mirror reached up and touched her shimmery hair, then brushed against her softening cheeks. She looked down at the bra she now wore that supported her small breasts and the ill-fitting panties that covered up her more unsightly parts. Of course, she was more than curious about how she got like this, about how she was continuing to change, but she couldn't deny her answer to the question.

"No," she whispered softly.

"Then let it happen. I fully suspect that whatever this is will come to pass one way or another, but womanhood is a gift that has been given to you. Despite what has given the gift, the fact of the matter is that you're a girl right now and you should take full advantage of that opportunity."

Leah looked ashamed. "But I'm not. I'm not really a girl. I'm ugly. And I."

"Now I'll have none of that self-deprecation," Ms. Lindsay scolded. "You're beautiful. Everyone grows and changes at their own pace, and this is no exception."

"But I,"  "No buts," Lindsay interrupted again.

"The female body is an incredibly complex thing. It can run and jump. It can push and pull, lift, and throw. But the one obvious thing that makes a woman's body different from a man's is the simple and miraculous fact that we can bear new life.

Your body is going through a lot of changes if it is to become that of a girl, and not all of those changes are on the outside."

Lindsay placed her hands on her own abdomen.  Leah's already wide eyes went even wider. She knew she was turning into a girl, but she had never stopped to consider how all-encompassing that change actually was. She looked down, palpating her own belly. She suddenly realized what that strange feeling could have been when she had eaten the soup.

"What's happening inside me?"

"All that and more. You are to be a girl inside and out. There are a lot of differences between the male and female bodies as I'm sure you're aware, but you should be proud of those differences."