Tainted Blood – Chapter 4: Unwanted Blossoming
Four times the size of almost nothing was still something.
Bella leaned up against the bathroom door, staring at her topless self in the mirror, her bottom lip trembling as she pulled her arms behind her. Physically she was female, but mentally she was male. Her denial was now replaced by shock, discomfort, and disgust. Reluctantly she pulled over the shirt that Tonk's knocked on the door to hand her, wishing the magic which changed her into a girl could also change her back, but alas, this wasn't to be so.
She stepped out of the room, feeling as if bugs were crawling all over her, particularly her private areas. In the long run, she wished she could possibly cut off the offending parts, but knew better. She stepped out of the room, refusing to look Charlie or Tonks in the eye. The other two ate breakfast, while Bella played around with her eggs, wondering what would happen next. Charlie finally let out a deep breath, which smelled like his coffee. "So, are you really going to make her go through with becoming a model?"
Tonks frowned, Bella looking up hoping the woman wouldn't make her go through with it. "I don't know. A bet is a bet, is it not?"
Bella choked, before going to look at her food. "No. She's right. I made the bet."
"Let's focus on getting you that training bra. That means we need to go out Bella, so that also means you need to get dressed."
Bella stood up, heading into her room, looking through all of the clothing. She finally settled on a button up shirt with a red and white checkered pattern, with shorts with tan and white stripes, along with hiking boots, red socks, and a black dog collar. The boyish haircut made Bella still seem like a boy, as despite the development in her chest area, she was still flat chested. She followed after Tonks, heading back to the mall, this time going to a very different store.
"Excuse me mam, but boys are not allowed here."
Bella felt her throat tighten, choking at the fact everyone thought she was a boy, when she was a girl, or more of a boy sealed inside of a boy's body. This only made her feel like her changed body was more disgusting and foreign. She couldn't decide what felt worse, feeling that or not feeling that. Tonks however folded her arms across her chest. "Lady, this is my little sister. I'm taking care of her for my parents, and she's in need of a training bra."
The woman pushed up her glasses, making Bella swallow. "Who ever lets a girl run around like a hooligan boy is unfit to be parents." It was at this point that Bella wished Tonks would speak up for her, but soon she realized that instead they were playing things low. The woman walked over. What's the point. This girls going to turn into some kind of slut, or a lesbian bitch. If I were her mother, I'd tan her hide for wearing such clothes."
Tonks cleared her throat. "Did you ever think that my sister dresses the way she does because she's uncomfortable with her body, and the changes which are happening. I will be reporting this to your supervisor."
The woman blinked, before getting to work gathering various types. The designs were simple, and thankfully the woman did go for the sexualized underwear. However, the comment stung. Bella no longer knew who she was, wondering if there was a way to be both. Sadly, however, being both didn't seem possible, as there seemed to be no mid-ground. A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked at the bras, before stepping in to try them on.
"How old is she?"
"Eleven, twelve in September."
"Eleven? Doesn't look it. Those clothes make her look childish."
"Would you please stop. Just another thing for me to file in my report against you."
Bella slipped into the room, again seeing herself in the mirror, topless as she put on the training bra. With how the bra went to work, she now looked like a guy who wore girl's clothing. Her lips pushed together in frustration, before picking the ones she liked, blue, and yet the woman gave her a look, almost as if she expected Bella to pick out more feminine colors. She headed home, stopping at a grocery store, where Tonks bought her a magazine aimed at girls, to help her pick up on ideas.
Bella thumbed through it, before tossing it onto the table, becoming frustrated. Charlie and Tonk's ignored her, before she scooped up the magazine and headed into the bathroom. She held up the cover, looking over the cover suddenly feeling self-conscious at how much more developed the other girl was, the feeling biting away, making her feel ugly. She might be considered a handsome guy before she changed, but as she was, she was butt ugly both ways. She collapsed to the ground, a sob escaping her lips, her head tucking into her arms.
Tonks finally knocked on the door, before letting herself in. "Whatever is the matter?'
"This!" Bella held up the picture. "As a guy, I look super effeminate even with these boy like clothing. As a girl, I'm not cute. What am I supposed to be."
"Bella, you're very pretty."
"No, I'm not. Please don't make me model! Don't! Everyone will make fun of me."
Tonk's mouth twisted up. "Nope. I think you need a confidence boost. I just need to figure out what to do."
Bella burst into tears, cursing the woman, and her mother for that matter, and everyone she could think off. She stopped crying, her masculine side kicking in, telling herself a guy never balled, and that she could get through any of this. Standing up, she saw her body and remembered how ugly she felt. She walked out, listening to Tonk's talk on the phone. "Really, that's required. I… yes. We'll be over."
Charlie was gone, and Bella slipped in. "So, I can just call my dad to come get me."
"The ministry in America obliterated his memory, plus, even if it was intact, do you think he'd accept that his son is now a girl."
Bella felt awkward. "What's that look on your face."
"Well, the studio which I contacted for the wizarding agent wants to see you in their dance studio."
"I can't dance."
"They said it doesn't matter whether you can dance or not. The ballet clothing helps them figure out whether you're worth their time."
"As if that would be the case." Bella sighed. "I don't have an outfit."
"They have one you can use."
Bella swallowed, following Tonks to the train. The other woman didn't seem pleased with the situation either, but they were already heading in that direction, a commitment made. They arrived, and a woman handed her an outfit after asking for her size, and Bella went into the dressing room with Tonks. She removed her top, then her bottom, slipping off the training bra, before looking down at the tights. There was a time when she would never be stuck dead in, and imagined her original parts fitting into the outfit, and let out a shudder of discomfort.
She pulled them on, and then the leoatard, before heading out to the studio to see the wizard in charge of the studio. The outfit made her want to cry. Even on a girl it was rather tight, her upper part only becoming even more sore. The tightness was also in all the wrong places."
He looked her up and down, as if she were eye candy. "Well, the hair is a problem. If we take you on, you need to do what we want you to with it, but also foster whatever skills we want you to. I also bet you're going to Hogwarts, so we'll have to make special arrangements. Those are hard to do. I'm not sure if you're worth the risk."
"That would be because I seem more like an effeminate boy that an actual girl."
"See, the work, even though you're the ideal body type, both with what the girls idolize, and all of the girls. You've got a nice tight bum, by the way."
Bella felt a blush run across her cheeks, her hands flying to her rear end. Her mind remembered a time she and the other guys were checking out girls at the beach, eyeing their bottoms, noting which ones would make babies the best. This was an inside joke, but the consciences was that the tight bum equated the nicest baby maker, as did the biggest bust. While she didn't have the one part, she did have another.
Her mind thought about how she wanted a baby, and felt a creepy crawling feelings in her tummy. She could see her belly button slightly with how tight the outfit was. The guy walked around to behind her, still eying her behind while Tonks watched nervously. "Bend over and touch your toes." Bella complied, feeling her freaky new body move in a manner she'd not felt before, that sent a blush running up her cheeks. The man told her to spread her legs without standing up, and she slowly moved her feet apart. "However, you're a very obedient young lady. Now stand up, and bend over backwards, so your hands touch the ground, slowly moving your feet father away. I need to examine your belly."
Bella did this, her blush deepinging, feeling as if the man were undressing her. The feeling of wanting a baby grew. The door opened, as the man kept saying he didn't know, and a bunch of girls came in giggling.
"What are you doing here so early? Don't you girls have another shoot?"
"Flora didn't show up. Hesita called saying her sister caught something that leaves weird marks."
"Oh dear. I need someone to take her place. I'm rather annoyed with her spoiled ness.." The guy stared at Bella. "You'll do. Come with me to sign the contract, as her legal guardian. Girls, get to know Bella Tonks. Get her changed in the changing room so we can get to the shoot."
Bella collapsed to the ground when he left, before sitting up. One of the girls dragged her into the changing room, a seventeen year old who seemed to be in charge of the small group. The arrived in the room, and suddenly a hand reached out to pat her shoulder, making Bella let out a yelp. "Don't worry Bella. You've got a nice ass, and as long as you keep that up, you'll last a butt."
Tears welled in Bella's eyes, as another girl reached out, and pulled on the front of the leotard. "Is she really a girl? Yup, you are."
The girl used a word which shouldn't be used in regards to Bella's chest area, commenting about how small they were, but how innocent she was, and how fun it would be. The sixteen year old let out a sigh. "That's not very nice."
"He said to get her changed, so we strip her."
The sixteen year old quickly reached for the top straps on the leotard, and pulled the item to the ground, making the only thing Bella wore her tights and underwear. Her lip trembled. "Please."
Another quick movement brought the tights down around her legs. Instead, they pulled on what they thought was Bella's clothes, which thankfully were.
"Look, we're just trying to help, little dolly."
The girls were pervert, Bella thought "Yup. She's a girl, and definite competition, if she could just get that hair managed."
The sixteen year old helped her up. "Flora's goanna regret constantly canning on her gigs like she does. I mean, she's going to fit Flora's outfits perfectly!"
The girl slapped Bella on the rear, making her jump, while the other girl laughed. "Yeah, 'cause Bella's got her beat, and our agent wouldn't have let her on if he didn't have a sudden opening, even though she's as cute as she is, and will eventually be a sex bomb."
A blush spread across Bella's cheeks, and she bit back her tears, though a few leaked, the girls not realizing the real reason. "I'm a guy, not a girl."
They did however let her get dressed, and Bella regretted making the bet which brought her here simply because she was in denial. She didn't get girls. Sure, guys of all ages liked to run around naked
