OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!
It's been a WHOLE YEAR. A whole year since I last updated this story, I tell you!
Omg. I can't actually believe it!
So I've decided finally to update it, with Chapter 14. Finally!
And this time I'm gonna tell y'all something: This time, THIS TIME I am gonna try and update it more, although I might not always be able to that often cus of schoolwork and stuff.. But omg! If I go off for a year again, I give you all permission to.. I dunno.. just do something terrible to punish me!
And you all have permission to do that now, as I all kept you waiting so long & i know i said i wouldn't... omggg.. I'M SO SORRY!!! You have the permission to shout at me, or call me horrible names! Or whatever.
Anyways, here's chapter 14, it took a whole year to write (xD) hope you enjoy it, although you may have to read the whole story again to remember what's going on, rofl!
Double D quickly glanced all around his room to find the place best for hiding his now female body - after a few seconds his eyes settled on his bed and he immediately jumped underneath the quilt, even hiding his transformed, feminine face.
"Come in!" he coughed, from underneath the sheets. Wow – even his voice sounded softer and higher-pitched!
His door opened and, as he'd expected, in came his Mother.
"Good morning, Eddward." She said, establishing the 14-year-old lump under the duvet.
"Morning, mother…" Double D replied, and, to make up an excuse for why he wasn't showing his face, added, "just inspecting my toes. You really wouldn't want to see them, mother, I think I have a case of athlete's foot…" he suddenly realized he was speaking in his female voice and began to make fake coughing noises, pretending it was just a cold. "-cough-sorry mother, I have a bit of a bad chest too.."
Double D's mother gasped. "Really, Eddward? Dear, why didn't you tell me you had feet problems? We've got some cream downstairs, would you like me to go and get it? And also, you sound like you need some medicine!"
Double D thought for a second whether he'd like her to do that or not, and although he didn't really have athlete's foot, or a cough, decided on… (in a voice he made artificially gravelly)..
"Yes, mother. Thank you for your consideration, as usual!"
As soon as she'd closed the door to his bedroom, Double D lifted his sweating face from under his quilt and began to look for ways in which he could hide his feminine self from his mother.
Baggy clothes! These could easily disguise the new curves and ahem, boobs, and restore the look of flatness and the unexciting male figure he'd had previously. What about his face, though..?
Double D decided he'd try and sort that out afterwards, and rushed over to his wardrobe where he could find the baggy beige jogging bottoms he'd had on yesterday and an old grey sweater that'd been one size too big for him.
But there was something missing from his morning routine – before he could put these clothes on, he needed an extra good cleaning, a good Double D cleansing… a shower!
But here was the tricky thing… how was he gonna get across the landing to the bathroom without mother or father happening to see him, in this girlish state? He couldn't let that happen, so his best idea was to bend down to the keyhole he'd always had punched through his bedroom door, and wait, and see when the time was right…
Clothes in one hand, Double D perched on the floor and watched with one beady, long-lashed eye through the hole, onto the lit-up landing. His parent's bedroom door was still closed, and that could mean there was still somebody in there, so now wasn't the best time.
But then it opened, and out walked Double D's father, fully clothed and going to have breakfast downstairs, where he would also meet Double D's mother, as that was where she was now, searching for athlete's foot cream and cough medicine for a foot disease and a cold that didn't really exist. Muahahaha!
As soon as his dad had made his way down the stairs, Double D threw his bedroom door open and skipped across the landing, getting into the bathroom with his baggy clothes in tow and hurriedly slamming the door behind him.
He sighed with relief.
Now for this bit… he thought, and took a deep breath as he began to take off his pyjamas.
It was incredible… this definitely had to be the moment in time where Double D was amazed by science the most. The most he'd ever been in his whole, entire life.
One potion. Just one simple potion with a few measly ingredients had completely transformed him… it was like Double D hadn't believed in magic until this day.
Even after several minutes he was still standing there in amazement, just like he had done with his pyjamas on, but the silence and all his 'thank-you science!' thoughts were broken by someone shouting his name and then knocking on the bathroom door.
"Eddward! Eddward!" his mother called from outside, "Are you in there? I've got your treatments here..."
That's when Double D remembered he'd actually left the bathroom door open.
Shoot!, he thought, Baaaad mistake..
And as the handle began to turn, the best place he could think to hide in was the actual shower. So he made a run for it, and got there just in time. The water clicked on, and Double D was overwhelmed by the warm shower falling upon him. Luckily, the shower doors were covered with flowery patterns, so when his mum entered, it was no problem.
"Oh, Eddward, you're having a shower as usual! That's good. Do have a shower, but remember, you must take your medicine and apply your foot cream afterwards.. I'll just put them here.."
"-Okay, I will, thanks mom!" Double D replied, doing the low-voice trick again.
"-Mother, Eddward." His mom corrected him disapprovingly as she always did, and then left.
As soon as Double D finished his wonderous showering for the first time ever in his new body, he realized this was the first morning in the past few days that he'd actually felt this free, this… wonderful.
He hummed and hopped around happily as he toweled himself, and then put the baggy beige tracksuit bottoms on for the second time that week. Perfect – looking in the mirror, Double D's bum was once again flat and boyish.
Now for the sweater – would that disguise those two, new round lumps that Double D was still finding hard to get used to..?
Actually, it didn't. But maybe it was just the bathroom mirror? After all, it was a bit old and battered. But even when Double D quickly scrammed out of the bathroom and went back into his own room to look into his own scientifical mirror, the lumps were still visible. Oh no… he hadn't realized they were that big!
What was that thing called that girls wear? Rar? Bar? Bra..? No. The only woman in the house was Double D's mother, and he was sure hers would be… well… too big.
Not right now, Double D thought to himself, and tried to improvise. He glanced around, and came across a blue zip-up hoodie lying down by the side of his bed. He'd worn it just the other day.
A-ha.. was Double D's new thought, as he picked up the hoodie and carefully put it on over the grey sweater.
This was perfect – it was thick enough to cover the ahem, features he'd most wanted to cover, and when he tried putting the hood up over his hat he smiled to himself.
Yeah, the hood looked slightly pointy, but the insides of it left a slight shadow on his face and somehow managed to sculpt it into looking more like it had done before, more masculine... once again, thank-you science!
This was it. Even though Double D had yet to find out how long it was until or whether he actually could become a boy again, he was too excited to think about that right now.
He fished in his right-hand pocket, and pulled out the pages of plans or ahem, Private Investigations he'd written the previous night, and smiled once again at them.
"-Sorry, I'm gonna do this my way…"
And as he turned to leave, now all dressed up and ready to go, he took a quick swivel and chucked the pages in his corner trashcan.
He didn't need anything to help him now…
Except maybe a wig..?