I slept well that day, I just didn't expect the surprise waiting for me the next one.
I woke up a woman, not a girl anymore. Of course, I didn't taste a cock.
Bleurgh! Seriously, my disgust for things like that have faded a little, but only to become normal. It is like how there are some things you simply don't like, things you'd rather not see, hear, or touch.
Anyway, the next day, I woke up with blood in my crotch. I had my first mens. So, given I can conceive a new, small living being now, I'm not quite a girl anymore.
Whatever the case, it has been four months now. It is already another school year, with me in my fifteen now.
The accident happened a little more than a month from the end of the previous school year. I had Liz help me avoid going through a heavy social life, and thanks to me being bright, even if not a genius, I managed to finish the school year on a good note.
Now, I'm going back to normal school life, meaning the friends I have been avoiding, the boys, and Josh. My lips twitch a little when I remember my promise to him that we will talk. We have yet to talk.
"Sis, I'm going."
"Mm. Have a good day, Max."
I move closer to Liz and I kiss her on the cheek. She receives my gesture with a smile, and she waves at me when I get down from the car. My leg is healed now, and I grew a bit in the last period.
A few centimeters in height, that is a given. A few centimeters at the waist, maybe my body moving toward preparing me for childbirth years later. Anyway, that is not something to consider now. And then, there are the centimeters I gained around my chest, just a bit, nothing much. That might have something to do with the recurring massages I have been receiving from Liz.
Our relationship has moved into a physical realm that helps us share warmth more deeply, with fewer obstacles. I don't remember the number of times Liz has made me cum. Seriously, I can say how many days we have shared our affection deeply, but not the number of times I saw white.
Of course, I improved, and I fought back. I can say with pride now that I know each line on Liz's body, whether with my fingers, or with my tongue. While she made my breast start gaining weight, I made her assets become softer, playing my part in making her charm grow to have the grace of a woman sexually fulfilled.
But we remain siblings. We do not have any other kind of relationship. As proof, we never kissed, not with our upper lips. So we just support each other, not only with words, but through deeper actions.
Anyway, I wave at Liz's car, and after it disappears, I turn to the school. It does not feel unfamiliar to me, though, the crowd makes me a little uncomfortable.
I hold the books I did not put in my backpack tighter against my chest, and I step into the life I have seemingly paused.
Unlike me, Liz has returned to the hospital after some time of rest spent taking care of formalities for our new life, and accompanying me. I should say, accompanying each other, because that is what I managed to change things into.
Even without the echoes from my past, I would have done the same thing. I would not have let Liz take up all the burden without being there for her like she has decided to be for me.
And now that she is off to the hospital in the off-road car I convinced her to buy, I look at the school that has not changed. There is only a hint of freshness from the beginning of a new year, but beyond that, the buildings are the same, the lawn in front of them is as well maintained as usual, and others of my age with a few or more years than me were sitting or walking around.
Most have the smile of the holidays, sharing laughs about things that happened or that will happen.
Nevertheless, in the feeling of familiarity, there is a hint of unfamiliarity. I walk neither fast nor slowly, and I keep a normal face. I observe the rather borderline provocative attires of some girls among the throng trying to bring their charms out and appear more attractive like predators baiting their prey and the other weird styles of either members of the two sexes.
But I don't appreciate the sights. A smile comes to my lips almost unconsciously because of a faint feeling of someone who has been through all of those years of high school already, and who can already imagine the helpless anger of the teachers and their upcoming lecture on modest clothings.
The amusement I feel makes me stop feeling that the next few months will be long. I feel grounded again with my new perspective, and though I feel a little detached from the environment, I tighten my hold on my books and walk toward my classroom.
Of course, from time to time, my smile falters, and it is not because of the pitying glances that I faintly expected. No, even if some have come to know me and pity me because of the tragedy that happened, some time has passed already, and humans tend to forget and stop caring.
It is because of another change in the past few months. And it is because of that same change that I finally can't stop my lips from twitching.
I take a deep breath to empty my mind, and stop the voices from coming in. Then the expected happens, and a call comes from the corner I just passed, one that has come to stop me from putting off the conversation I postponed for months already:
"Max!"