Once the Fiancé, Now the Bride (7/12)

Lucy and Kat’s apartment was filled with the soft hum of pop music playing in the background, the sound barely cutting through Gabi’s storm of frustration. She stomped her stiletto-clad foot on the hardwood floor, the sharp click echoing through the room. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her glare directed at the two women lounging smugly across from her.

“This is your fault!” Gabi snapped, her voice betraying the feminine lilt she’d been forced to perfect. She paused to catch her breath before continuing, her frustration bubbling over. “I only went along with this so Emily wouldn’t find out! But I’ll tell her the truth now. I’ll explain that you two did this to me—that all of this was your idea!”

Lucy, lounging lazily on the sofa with her phone in hand, didn’t even flinch. Instead, her smirk widened as she tilted her phone toward Gabi. “Oh, you’re gonna tell Emily, huh? Wonder what she’ll say to this,” she teased. With a tap of her finger, a video began to play, the audio filling the room.

“Miss Kat,” Gabi’s voice in the recording chirped, brimming with enthusiasm. “Can you please put my cute little cage back on? I… I love how it feels! It makes me feel so… proper, like a good girl!”

Gabi’s face turned crimson, her painted lips parting in shock as she recognized the video. Her perfectly manicured hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared at Lucy, muttering under her breath, “Y-You made me say that…”

Lucy’s laugh cut through the room, light and mocking. “Oh, sweetie, sure we did. I’m sure Emily will totally agree with you after she watches this. Maybe we should send it to her—y’know, just to get her opinion?”

Gabi’s defiance melted into a defeated whimper as her arms fell to her sides, her painted lips pushing into a pout. “Fine,” she huffed. “But I’m not staying here. I’m done with this. I’ll… I’ll go back to being Tom.”

Kat, who had been quietly sipping her coffee at the counter, finally chimed in with an amused smirk. “Oh? And how exactly is a cute little sissy like you going to make it on her own?” she teased. “You don’t have an ID, a phone, or even money. How’s that plan working out for you?”

Gabi bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to the floor as her toes curled in her towering black stilettos. “Then… give me my stuff back,” she mumbled weakly, glancing up at Kat and Lucy with wide, pleading eyes.

Kat leaned against the counter, her smirk matching Lucy’s. “Oh, but we like having Gabi around,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “And we’re even kind enough to let you live here with us! Of course, that means you’ll have to follow our rules…”

Gabi’s pout deepened, her cheeks flushed with frustration. What choice did she have? That was a week ago.

Now, Gabi sat nervously in the waiting room of a brightly lit clinic, her stomach churning as she glanced toward the reception desk. Lucy and Kat had called this a “surprise” before dropping her off, leaving her alone to wonder what they had planned. Her red pencil skirt and houndstooth blouse felt too polished for the sterile room, and the tap of her black stilettos against the tiled floor only added to her unease.

“Gabriella?” a cheerful voice called from the reception desk.

Gabi froze for a moment before standing, smoothing her skirt as she rose. Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor as she made her way toward the nurse waiting by the doorway.

The nurse smiled warmly and led her down a hallway to one of the examination rooms. “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she said before leaving Gabi alone. Moments later, the doctor entered—a cheerful woman with a bright smile and a clipboard in hand.

“Oh my goodness, Gabriella!” she exclaimed, looking her up and down. “You’re even prettier than I expected! I can’t believe you’re not already on hormones—you’ve got such natural feminine features!”

Gabi’s jaw dropped as her cheeks flushed crimson. “W-Wait… you know?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

The doctor chuckled warmly. “Of course! Lucy and Kat explained everything when they scheduled the appointment. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, dear—you’re going to do great!”

Before Gabi could process what was happening, the doctor turned to a tray and began preparing a syringe. “Wait… hormones?” Gabi whispered, barely audible, as her stomach knotted.

The doctor smiled kindly, already swiping alcohol across her arm. “Well, of course, sweetie. Lucy and Kat said you’re ready, and I couldn’t agree more. Now hold still—this will only take a second.”

“W-Wait, I’m not sure—” Gabi began, but her words faded as the needle pierced her skin, the cold swipe of alcohol still fresh against her arm.

The shot was over in seconds. Disposing of the syringe, the doctor turned back with a bright smile. “Congratulations, Gabriella! You’re officially on your way to becoming the woman you were meant to be.”