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Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason's eyes went wide as the covers were pulled off of him by Stacy. He had completely forgotten about the fact that she had an extra key. How could he have forgotten that? What was he thinking? And, more importantly, what was Stacy thinking at that moment? His brain switched over into crisis mode and he suddenly lost all the despair and fear he'd been feeling at his situation. The important thing now was that, no matter what, he didn't lose Stacy. That Stacy didn't leave the apartment thinking he was cheating on her. He got up from the bed, wrapping a sheet around his body, and moved towards the bathroom. Walking was strange. Not only was he several inches shorter now, but he had hips and a round ass. His breasts also were a weight he wasn't used to and it took him a second to get his balance. He didn't even notice, in his crisis mode thinking, how fixing his balance problems caused his ass to roll with each step. Stacy, he cried out. Stacy, I know it's impossible to believe, but it's me. I'm Jason! I don't know what happened and I'm very scared. And I know you have no reason to believe me, but I'm Jason, not some random girl! He made it into the bathroom and saw Stacy standing there. He was worried he might lose her. He was worried she would run out and the one closest to him, who might be his closest support group, would be gone. But he was even more worried about something else? Stacy was breathing hard and her face was red and contorted with anger, and in such a state, she sometimes got major asthma attacks.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Get out, she screamed then bent over and coughed deeply, the sound very hoarse and wheezy. Stacy still wore her coat but had untied its belt and undone the buttons. Get out, she repeated and stepped forward, pushing at the bitch who wore her boyfriend's sheets like a badge of honor for fucking him. Fucking him because she was taller and prettier and had bigger tits and a real ass not a bony one and didn't have stupid problems. Get out, she said and shoved at her again, Just leave me alone and get Jason you bitch. Stacy coughed again, then pushed pass the brunette woman and stumbled back into the living room. The sound of her wheezing was louder now, faster as the stress of the situation wouldn't let her try and stop it on her own. Almost knocking the single pillar table over, she got her purse and began to dig through it looking for her inhaler. Where was Jason? Had he gone out to buy her coffee or breakfast like he did for Stacy? Maybe he went out to get more condoms because he didn't need them with Stacy but that wide-hipped slut was probably infected and ovulating. Stacy worked by feel now, eyes full of tears that she didn't care were falling down her cheeks and off her nose. Where was it? Where was her inhaler? Frantic, small chest heaving to no avail and feeling dizzy from the lack of air, Stacy upended her purse. Things spilled everywhere and she knocked more of them off the table with her scrabbling hands. About to fall over, Stacy grabbed both sides of the small table and held on, bent over and wheezing pathetically. She couldn't breathe, oh God she was going to pass out. Am...ambu... she fell back onto her bottom and not even the sharp pain of her butt hitting hard mattered. Call... amb. God, why didn't she understand? The slut took her boyfriend and was just standing there now, all naked under the sheet that probably still smelled like her and Jason, and watched as Jason's now ex-girlfriend had a pathetic asthma attack. Ca...
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason watched in horror as the asthma attack overwhelmed his girlfriend. Yesterday, he would have immediately leapt into action. Today, he had been stung by her words. Of course, he knew that his story was unbelievable, that he wouldn't have believed it if the same thing had happened to Stacy. But, in this moment of needed action, the words caused him to freeze. But just for a moment. Then, his affection for her overcame everything else and Jason leapt into action. He dropped the sheets and ran to the wheezing Stacy. Breathe, baby, breath, he said, even if it came in a different voice. He reached into her purse to help find the inhaler when he remembered. He had placed her inhaler back in her coat pocket, not in her purse. Stacy, I'm reaching into your coat pocket. It's where I put your inhaler last night. Just hold on. Breathe in. Breathe out. The oxygen is there. Breathe in. Breathe out. He fished into her pocket with his feminine hands and grasped the plastic he knew was there. With an exultatant feeling, he pulled out the inhaler and placed it in Stacy's mouth. Oh God, he thought, her lips were turning blue. He pressed down on the inhaler and felt her suck in a full breath. Then, he held her tight, not even realizing he was still basically naked, let alone female. I've got you, Stacy. I've got you, love.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

As if she was drowning, Stacy grabbed the wrist that held her inhaler at her lips. The cold plastic tasted like chemicals and the bottom of it grabbed painfully at her lip on the way in. Suddenly, timed just right as she was inhaling, the fine mist filled her mouth and was sucked partially down into her lungs. It always burned, but Stacy had learned to welcome the sting, the chemical taste of it. Even though she was so far into the attack that it didn't go deep enough, the medicine began to work, opening up the tiny, clogged byways of her lungs. A great wracking cough hit her and she was aware that someone was holding her, talking to her, but nothing else. Scrabbling at the hand she pulled the inhaler from it and pushed it back into her mouth. Just on the verge of being able to, Stacy wheezed out as deeply as she could and then hit the inhaler as hard as possible and sucked in until she felt something in her chest pop and she almost cried out from the pain of it. This time it went deeper, deep enough, and she fought to keep it in as long as possible. Tremoring as the chemical continued to hit, she held it and held it and held it then gave up and let it go. Her next breath was deep again and she felt the pain of it like spikes behind her closed eyes. But it was deep, deep enough, and she was going to be okay. For a full ten minutes Stacy lay there, not really aware of anything other than concentrating on her breathing and the coughs that left her lower lip and chin wet. She was a mess, mascara and eyeliner ruined by tears, her skin pale as a corpse, and her hair plastered in a sweaty mess to her face. Finally she was breathing almost normally, and though exhausted she was able to find enough strength to push off the woman holding her. A few minutes past Stacy had realized that the woman was the one who held her during her attack, who brought her the inhaler, who probably saved her life or at least another expensive ambulance ride. And she'd been pillowed between her, geez where they C cups? Ds? Stacy could have looked and found out, since the slut was naked from the waist up, but all she did was use her to push off and get up onto her knees. Here's your inhaler, she said and dropped it in the other woman's lap, not realizing it was her own. A forearm dragged across her face cleaned the spit off and she desperately wanted to get out of the coat because she was so hot from the attack. Just, go get me Jason and put some fucking clothes on. You look ridiculous with your big cow tits swinging around. God, what does he see in you? Stacy stood up finally, paused to make sure she had her balance and went to begin to pack her purse. The first thing she saw was the heart shaped keyring. Here! You'll need this to catch him fucking the next slut. Stacy threw it at the woman, missing and nearly knocking a coffee mug off the table.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason ducked as the keyring was thrown at him instinctively, even though it came nowhere close to hitting him. He covered himself up awkwardly, not used to hiding anything on his chest before. She wouldn't believe him. And how could she? How could anyone? He thought about all the things he could say, all the moments he could relay, and he realized that every one would be something she would think he told the slut in front of Stacy now. He hung his head and was surprised when a tear rolled down his cheek. He wasn't much of a crier, maybe it was a change in his brain chemistry or something, he thought. He wiped it away with the hand that didn't hold the inhaler. The inhaler. Stacy, I'm Jason. I swear that I'm Jason. You have to believe me. It's the inhaler, it's the key. He held it up triumphantly. I put it in your coat pocket last night. That's how I knew how to find it this morning. He got on his knees, still trying to hide his partial nudity. You have to believe me. How is this something I would have told someone? No one could know that but me. Your inhaler was in your pocket because I put it there. He looked at his girlfriend, desperation in his eyes. I don't know how, but I'm Jason. Please. I'm Jason.
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Stop saying his name, Stacy said, but without yelling it like she would have just a few moments ago. It had to be the after effects of the attack, going for over a quarter of an hour with low blood ox and the you just ran a marathon feeling that the exhaustion of it brought. Not that Stacy could ever run a marathon, or even a 5k. She couldn't do any of the athletic stuff Jason loved and so far had made up for it by being the best sideline cheerleader or waiting at the finish line for him or even putting up with the funky sweat stink of his gear when he forgot to change out his gym bag every day. But her? The woman in Jason's bed? So long as she bought a industrial strength sports bra she could probably do all those things Stacy never could. Maybe it was that, the worry that this woman was going to replace her that made Stacy cling to the desperate hope that the nonsense she was saying about being Jason was true. Just...shut up. And fix the fucking sheet. I don't need you to remind me you've got tits and I don't. Give it to me, she said and reached out for the inhaler. It looked like hers, she saw but wanted to check. Stacy all but snatched it out of the other woman's hand and backed up before checking. It was hers! The prescription label on it had all the right information, it was the same brand and dosage medicine and color inhaler but Stacy didn't fully believe it until she popped off the mouthpiece cover and looked. It was hers! She had dropped it not long ago and chipped the bottom. It always dragged on her lip if she didn't pay attention and Stacy had been meaning to swap it out with an empty old one she had. Last night, after passing by the outdoor ice rink before going to dinner, the cold air had given her a coughing fit that was presaging an attack. Jason, wonderful Jason who had taken a lot of time to learn how to help her, even watching some videos on how to make her stand and coach her to breathe, Jason had pulled the inhaler out of her purse and given her a hit on it. Then she'd felt him hold her from behind, making Stacy stand up straight and arch to open her lungs physically and yes! He'd slipped his hand into her coat pocket and left it there. There was no way, no way!, anyone but Jason could know it was there. Stacy patted her pocket just to make sure there wasn't somehow another one. Wide-eyed she looked at the other woman, looked at her inhaler, then looked back again. You- This ca- Oh my God what's going on?
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason's despair turned into blessed relief as he saw that maybe, possibly, he was being believed now. His head fell to his chest in exhaustion and he immediately had to close his eyes to stop himself from staring at his chest. Tears appeared at the corner of his eyes. I don't know, the high alto voice that now came out of his mouth said. I woke up from your phone, started feeling really sick, things started changing, I passed out from the pain, and woke up like this. Suddenly, his head shot up. The pills! And he practically ran back to the laptop in his living room. Ow, he said, as he plopped down. Okay, running with these hurt. He said motioning to his breasts. He pulled a pill out of the container and dropped it on the table then started googling its description in his computer. The results made his heart drop. Corrupt Thai pharmaceutical company forced to close after mixing experimental gender reassignment pills with multi-vitamins? Change believed to be permanent, but thankfully looks like all international shipments had been stopped? He looked back at Stacy and reached his hand out. Permanent? Stacy, I need you. I'm so scared.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

You need to put on a god damned robe, she said, still where she stood when Ja- whoever it was - left her when she ran out of the room. It was like she didn't know her own body and that she was used to being naked but not used to having breasts. Go! she said, stepping back and refusing contact. Stacy pointed towards the bathroom. He keeps it on the back of the door. Just... she rubbed her hand through her baby fine hair, not at all thick and luxurious like the other woman's. Go get a robe, she finished. And don't touch his stuff. Waiting until she was alone, Stacy sat down in front of Jason's laptop. How had she known his password? Jason was really picky about his computer and Stacy was clumsy with them. When she'd accidentally installed a virus on his computer using it one day to play browser games, he'd locked her out of it. Pushing her hair back behind her ear, Stacy leaned forward then leaned back and shrugged the heavy coat off. It immediately felt cooler and she breathed a little bit easier from having the weight gone as well. Jason, okay not Jason the slut, had already done the work of looking up things. It was weird, it was the one thing the brunette seemed to know how to do. She certainly didn't know not to run without a bra on those stupidly big unfairly perfect tits of hers. And Stacy had seen her bump into the side of the door like she didn't know she had hips. Klutz. Serve her right if she got a bruise. But at the computer, at least, the brunette was confident and fast, just like Jason. His vitamins! Those stupid, ridiculous vitamins! That was what this was all about? He'd ordered some stupid useless expensive take time away from his and Stacy's relationship vitamins and ended up... That's not possible, she said out loud. You can't just... What is going on? Stacy put her head in her hands and leaned forward until her elbows were on her knees. Where's my Jason?
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Jason grabbed his bathrobe and put it on, surprised by how much bigger it was on him. He looked at himself in the mirror, touching his face, his lips. He couldn't believe it. He was completely different. A part of him knew, but he refused to check down below. Still, it's not like it wasn't obvious. Something that had always been there clearly no longer was. He took a few steps back out toward the living room and stopped at the door separating his bedroom from the rest of the apartment. From there, he knew that Stacy could not see him. He swallowed. He knew he had to say something, but he was afraid of scaring her off again. I...I need to tell you something. I know this is impossible to believe. I don't quite believe it myself. But I am Jason. I am your boyfriend. And...and I need you. Today has been the most frightening day of my life. And the scariest part was not my body becoming like this, freaky as it is. The scariest part was thinking I might lose you. From you running out the door. From you not getting enough air. I can't lose you and, I know this isn't the voice you wanted to hear it from, but... He paused and gathered his courage. But I love you, Stacy. And I need you now, more than ever.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Stacy shook when the woman, the woman who was somehow Jason, told her he - she - loved Stacey. It had only been two months, no time at all compared to their lives so far or the potential of their lives to come, but in those two months Stacy knew Jason was the man she wanted to give her heart to like she had her body, and wanted his heart in return. Last night, when Stacy thought he might have texted a form of I Love You and obsessed over it and made up a pretense to call Jason, she'd been giddy with the possibility that soon, really soon, he would tell Stacy he loved her. And it would be a perfect movie moment and they'd kiss and the camera would swirl around them and one of her legs would be bent up at the knee and she'd have a cute stocking cap on and it would just be wonderful. I love you, Stacy. Jason said it, was saying it, but she'd never hear it from him. Not...Jason before. Just...Jason as he, she, was now. So she shook, shook like she was going to cry but the ability had been torn out of her by the asthma attack and the loss of the man she'd decided to put at the center of her world. Stacy shook, mouth opening and closing, but no tears and no sobs came out. Bending over, she rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hand so hard that the purple green electric flashes threatened to drown her in their psychedelic sea. What are we going to do? Stacy said and let her hands fall. Jason, what are we going to do?
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Advanced survival guides all say the same thing. In a crisis situation with two people, if one person panics, the other becomes strangely calm, as if the stress of the crisis cannot affect them. So now it was with Jason. He moved back into the living room, much better clothed than before and sat on the couch across from Stacy. He wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. Yet, he knew that such an act would probably just freak her out right now. Instead, he just reached out and held Stacy's hand. We work through the problems, one step at a time, he said. Someone needs to do some research on this company in Thailand, see what we can find about the effects truly being permanent or not. I can do that. He looked down at his bathrobe. He was still shocked at the body he saw below him. Also, I have no clothes. My old stuff won't fit me. Sure, I can wear oversized shirts, but what about below the waist. We'll have to fix that today. Can you help me with that? The calm one will set tasks for the panicked, to help calm them down, the guides said. And I'm starving. I'm guessing this, we'll this probably burned a lot of calories. Could you make some breakfast while I research?
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Jason, pecked away at the keys, both grateful and terribly saddened by the new accessory adorning his head. It was a sign of the times to come, he knew. Bras would probably be next. He'd already learned the necessity of them the hard way. That made him think? Would make-up or jewelry ever be something he'd wear? He shook his head. Definitely not, body or no, he was still a guy and this body would just have to accept that fact. His research proved rather disappointing, even scary. The company in Thailand was shady to begin with, apparently, something Jason had known going in, but didn't think it mattered. But now, apparently, the senior executives had fled the country to parts unknown and couldn't be found. The Thai government had shut down the remaining factories and distributorships, but that's bout all they could do. Without anyone to blame or prosecute or sue, those who had been affected were up the creek without a paddle. Jason sighed. He was going to miss that paddle. At the sound of breakfast being finished, he hopped up and dragged the laptop over to the buffet and placed it in his usual spot. Oh, this is more awkward, he said, as he realized his lost height made it harder to both eat and type while standing. He finally, closed the laptop and pushed it away. The eggs and bacon were delicious and he ate the bacon in his usual fashion, placing it above his head and tilting his head back, lowering the bacon in his mouth. Stacy had laughed the first time she saw it and pulled up a YouTube video of an otter eating. Sure enough, the motions were identical. I didn't find anything helpful. There are some big warnings put out by the Thai government though. Apparently, the drugs are meant to be taken in series. If I stop now, the body could reject the changes, like an organ transplant. Only, that doesn't turn me back. My body just rejects my body and I get sick and might die. So, I either keep taking the pills for a month or else. He took a swig of orange juice and licked the inside of his lips where the pulp built up.
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It was eerie watching Jason, girl Jason, eat bacon just like boy Jason did. So many of her mannerisms were achingly familiar but jarred Stacy's mind to see them done by a busy brunette instead of her tall, muscular Jason. Disconcerting wasn't half strong enough to describe how it felt, but every action, every thing she did that Jason had done, cemented in Stacy's mind that this was Jason. Before he got halfway through the plate though, Stacy pulled it away. If you're going to stay like this, you've got to learn some things. First thing is you can't eat like you used to. I mean...you're... You're a big girl. You've got hips and a butt and thighs and unless you want to pork up, you're done eating like Jason. You need to eat like me. A lot more like me, she emphasized. I'm naturally skinny, and I'm not ever hungry, but you're going to get fat. If Jason, boy Jason, got fat he'd just look like a pudgy big bear. But if girl Jason got fat, she'd be, well, just a fat girl. Oh there was so much he had to learn. She. Girl Jason. Okay, look, I can't do this. I just can't. You're not Jason. Stacy held up one hand, the other rubbing hard at her forehead. I mean you are but I can't call you Jason and I can't think of you as Jason. It's for the reals giving me a headache. We, you, need a girl name.
Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason blanched. His mouth fell open and he didn't know what to say. Give him a girl's name. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. The true reality of the situation hit him. He wasn't a he, anymore. He couldn't just keep thinking things would go back to the way they were, that things would be okay. The careful survival calm in him broke and he backed up, away from Stacy, away really from who he was. He wasn't a guy anymore. She , Jason reminded herself, wasn't a guy anymore. She was a woman, with a woman's body, a woman's voice, a woman's...parts. And Stacy, Stacy didn't like girls. Stacy was already trying to distance herself from Jason, not even wanting to call her Jason anymore. How could Stacy want what she was now? She collided with the other wall of the apartment and curled in on herself on the floor. I...I don't want to be a woman, she said, and the tears flowed freely. I want to be your Jason. I know I'm not anymore, but... And she couldn't say anything else as the emotions of the day overwhelmed her.