As Wendy went about her day, Jim adjusted as best he could to the situation. Completely engulfed, deep inside the girl's belly, Jim found that, as the day went on, Wendy's uterus was tightening up all around him, holding him fast, and that he was growing weaker, fainter within her. He didn't mind; he'd give everything to her, if that's what she wanted. At the edge of conciousness, he could feel her calling to him: "You're mine now. You'll be mine forever. Come to me. Join me."
His body grew soft; the walls of her uterus seemed even softer, porous, attached and drinking him in...
Searching for his clothes, he struggled over to the dresser. The neatly folded clothes were those of a girl, too-- the jeans that Wendy had been wearing, panties, bra. A new bra-- 36-C, much larger than the one Wendy had outgrown two nights before.
He looked up in the mirror, and there-- all by herself-- was Wendy.
"We've done it," she said to herself. "We are one."
The words were coming out of his mouth, her voice, all the same. He tried to look down but found he couldn't, until suddenly she obliged him: "Go ahead, look." Jim looked down at himself and saw what the mirror said would be there-- Wendy's body-- sort of. This body was more attractive than the Wendy of a few days ago; beside the swelling breasts, she'd somehow grown more curvaceous in just two days.
"I can't blame you for wanting to explore," she said. "You're a woman now. Go ahead." Jim reached up, controlling her hands as though they were his own, and touched one breast, just a bit. He could feel it! He pressed in, felt the soft warmth flowing around his own hand, the touch of his hand against a nipple that was becoming erect. Strange feelings flowed through him, warmth like he should be getting an honest-to-goodness boner right about then, but...
No penis,
He'd forgotten about that.
He reached down and found-- pubic hair, nothing. Wetness, labia. Panic. Excitement, still, but panic nonetheless. Wendy took over, sitting down on the bed.
"It's going to take a while for you to get used to being a girl," Wendy thought to herself; words that Jim heard loud and clear. "And I'm going to have to get used to sharing my body with you. Where should we start?"
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