A temporary tightness hit Randy on his throat, as his Adam’s apple disappeared, and the length his vocal chords shortened, so that his voice would now be much higher in pitch. His chin felt funny. His jaw line was changing.

His face ached, as his nose got smaller, his cheekbones higher and more prominent. Even the shape of his face around his eyes was changing. He couldn’t see himself in the mirror, but he sensed that he was becoming *pretty*.

As he looked down, he could now see the locks of hair from his head, as the lengthened, and spilled down past his shoulders, onto his chest. They ticked his chest, which was now completely devoid of hair. It looked like a *girl’s* chest now. I *was* a girl’s chest now. Because Randy was no longer a guy. He *was* a girl.