First Day, Part 2

That was the closest poll ever! First Day won by only a single vote!

Because of that, next month we won't have a "Caption Sequel" poll and I'll do a sequel for Atonement.

For now, enjoy Ken's descent (ascent?) to womanhood. 😄

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Ken grunted softly, fighting to squeeze his monstrous boobs into his bra. The tumor might not be killing him, but it was sure killing his back; his breasts were still getting bigger!

“Goddammit,” he muttered.

“What’s the matter?” Amber called from the bathroom.

“These tits are what’s the matter!” He cried in exasperation. “And this bra is what’s the matter! I hate them both.”

Amber appeared at the bathroom door with a mascara wand in hand. She’d only just finished Ken’s makeup-which she insisted on him wearing despite his continued protests-and started on her own. “Honey, all girls hate their bra at first. You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it,” Ken whined. “This is temporary.”

“That’s not what the doctor said.”

“That’s not what one doctor said,” Ken corrected.

Amber’s expression grew serious. “You better not be talking to that quack from Mexico again.”

“He’s not a quack! He’s a qualified surgeon, and he thinks he can cut out the tumor. Sure, there’s a risk, but...” Ken finished with a shrug. 

Scowling, Amber put her hands on her hips. “The tumor isn’t spreading or getting any larger. So it’s no danger to your life. Right?”

“Well, right, but-”

“But you’d rather risk death than live as a woman?”

Ken finally managed to get his boobs in place. Amber walked over and helped him clip the bra closed. “The way you say it makes it sound bad.”

“Because it is bad. Don’t be stupid. You have a good life. Everyone at the firm loves you, especially Mr. Erikson.”

Ken sighed as he looked into the closet. It was filled with skirts, low-cut tops, and pumps.  “Mr. Erikson loves the clothes you keep buying for me, that’s all.”

Amber went back to her makeup. “Hey, you’re free to start buying your own tops, but then you’d have to set foot in the women’s section. Oh, and speaking of Mr. Erikson, I set us up on a double date with him on Friday.”

“What?” Ken groaned as he slipped on a blouse. “Man, I hate that arrogant bastard. What poor girl got suckered into going out with him?”

Amber laughed. “Me, silly. But don’t worry, he’s bringing a friend for you.”

Ken felt a sinking feeling in his belly. “You? But, sweetie, I thought... You and I were still...”

Amber put down her lipstick and offered a sympathetic smile. “Oh, sweetie. No. I’m totally here for you, but as a girlfriend. Not as, you know, a girlfriend. But don’t worry! We’ll find the perfect new girl for you-or guy! Someone who can really appreciate your condition.”

Feeling numb, Ken watched his now ex-girlfriend as she continued to get ready for the day. Somehow, he knew that even with the surgery, he’d never win her back. In Amber’s eyes, Ken was now and forever one of the girls.