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Fast food was amazing, I couldn't imagine why I didn't I eat I eat it all the time. It'd been years since I indulged and it was even better than I remembered. I was making fast work of a big multi-layer burger slathered in ketchup and mustard and sweet dill pickles. I'd gotten a whole box of crispy french fries as well. They were so deliciously salty that I licked a few up the side for the salt before happily sucking them down.

"Don't eat fries like that," said Deb.

"Why?" I asked, tongue licking the tasty salt off another long french fry.

"A bunch of guys are staring at you."

I could sort of see why my outfit would cause some to stare. The mall hadn't had a bra in my size so we'd settled for one size smaller. The shorts were a bit tight as well, but at least they were good for Florida weather and maneuverable in a fight. I wore pants way too often as a guy, I'd have to fix that when I changed back.

I looked around to see who was staring but everyone seemed to be looking away when I looked their direction. Deb was probably just feeling paranoid (perhaps rightly so, I admitted) over her killer fiance infamy. Even so I decided to savor my fries a bit less.

I moved on to my chocolate milkshake and soon began guzzling it down with delight. Had chocolate been so tasty before? I couldn't get seem to get enough of the stuff.

Deb was still looking at me, fork hovering over her salad. "Like, what is it now?"

"You eat just like a teenager… You shouldn't change back for a few hours if you don't want a heart attack from all that salt and fat."

I slurped the last of the extra-large shake up the the straw before replying. "I'm not that bad. I didn't even order the pizza sticks."

Deb sighed. "I take it back. You don't just eat like a teenager, you eat like a teenage boy. You better ease off if you want to keep your figure. Though with your luck it'll just go to your chest."

I looked down at the chest in question, wondering what that might look like.

"Oh come on Dex, they're already the size of melons, you really want to carry around even more weight up there?"

"Course not," I replied, not sounding as convincing I wanted to.

"Jeeze, I guess there's still some guy thoughts left in you after all."

I wanted to respond but I wasn't sure what to protest, her intimation that I was a sexist pig or that I wasn't 100% guy. Instead I said nothing, just mumbled incoherently into my burger as I went back to munching.

I flicked a bit of golden-yellow hair out of my face with a bit of pique. Deb seemed to think long and blonde was a more convincing wig style than short and brown. I'd look ridiculous if I changed back into a man like this, though I supposed the clothes would already accomplish that. It was surprisingly hard to find unisex clothes for my new figure, or any clothes at all for that matter. I did look good in the skin-tight shorts and bosom-stretched t-shirt Deb helped me pick out but it was the wrong sort of good; cute-sexy instead of handsome and masculine sexy. I supposed it was better than the super-baggy alternative though. Like Deb said, it might look suspicious to wear things so obviously ill-fitting. Also, in my own opinion, a potential detriment if I had to run or fight again.

I finished my burger and licked my fingers one at a time. I felt full, more or less, but the meal was addictively good. Maybe one more round? Best to ask what Deb thought. "Umm, so what now Sis?"

"I bring you home and you stay the fuck put while I try and get some work done before the day ends?"

"You don't need to swear," I replied sullenly.

"Fiiiine, but seriously, just watch a movie or something and try not to get into trouble. No throwing around dogshit or running around topless in dark alleys, okay? If that seems too hard for you maybe you should take another shower and try being a guy again for the rest of the day."

"I'll be fine." I actually had been thinking about changing back but now I wanted to prove to her that I could handle a few hours by myself without screwing up. There were tons of girls that got along just fine alone and I was quite a bit smarter than average and thirty-seven years old to boot. There was no reason why a little change of sex should mean that I needed constant supervision. I still knew tons of stuff. Maybe I was a little bit more impulsive in this body but I was also a more creative thinker. Throwing away the extra killing knives was a stroke of genius that would help deflect suspicion if I was ever pulled over for a random or not-so-random traffic stop.

I tried not to fidget as she drove me home. All the sugar from the milkshake was making me antsy and the large meal hadn't made my clothes fit any better.

"Thanks for the ride." It wasn't my fault but I had to admit that I did cause her a bit of trouble today and it paid to be polite.

"...You're welcome. And call me, I guess, if you really need to go somewhere. You shouldn't drive your car again looking like you do."

"Why not?" I wasn't in formal wear but I was certainly dressed well enough to drive around town if I needed something from the supermarket.

"Paperwork? I can cover for you some in our district but if some cop that doesn't know me pulled you over it could be bad."

"Oh, right." I could see how that might be a problem. Less of a problem than getting caught with a body in the trunk but still dicey.

"You don't actually exist in the eyes of the law but I'm working on that. I've got a guy I know from my undercover days working on some fake papers for you."

"You didn't need to do that. This is totally all gonna wear off soon, then everything will go back to normal." Something so weird, there was no way it could last forever.

"Sure, you're probably right," said Deb as she parked the car. "But… just in case."

"I suppose..." I got to work grabbing the clothes we'd bought. It was amazing how quickly the pile had added up. It actually would be a bit of a shame if the curse ended without me even wearing them once. Not that I was into woman's fashion or anything but I'd gotten into a bit of a clothing rut as a guy. It might be nice to wear something other than the same old shirts for once.

"It feels sort of funny to be the responsible one for once," she commented. "Normally you're the one who's already planning ahead. No offense." Any annoyance I felt at her suggesting I wasn't responsible just because I lost my manhood temporarily dissipated by what she did next.

Noticing me struggling with the bags of clothes, Deb took the majority out of my hands. She at least seemed to have no trouble with the weight. Things would have been easier if I'd transformed into a strong woman like her. That said, just being young again was nice. That ache in my shoulder from the time I fought and killed Tim "Strangler" Banel during a botched abduction job was gone entirely. My altered body was also a great disguise. Even in the dark, no one would ever connect my curvy silhouette with Dexter's.

"Alright Dex, just settle in and watch some TV. Or you can hop on the treadmill and work off some of that McDonald's. But whatever you do, don't leave the house until I get back, kay?"

"Got it." It was just a few hours and I didn't have anyone else lined up to kill just yet. A TV movie could actually be relaxing.

She hesitated for a moment at the door, looking back at me like she was unsure leaving was a good idea.

"I'll be totally fine. Go, work."

She left, room falling into silence save for a few birds and cars outside. In that solitude I found myself thinking about one thing above all: my bra was was extremely uncomfortable.

I dithered in place for a solid minute before slipping a hand up the back of my shirt for the hook. My girl body wasn't very strong but it was plenty flexible, I had no issue at all with reaching the strap. Seconds later I was pulling the whole contraption out from under with a delighted sigh. The stupid thing was incredibly uncomfortable, downright pinchy. Were all bras so bad or just the too-small ones, I wondered. Well, there was no reason I could think of why I needed to wear one in my own apartment. It wasn't even like my breasts sagged without a bra either, despite their size. The teardrop shape they assumed when braless was more than a bit eye-catching, true, but with the shades shut there was no worry of someone seeing anything regardless.

I sat on the couch, slowly flicking through channels. I settled on Xena, strangely drawn in by the banter between the lead heroines in a way I'd never been before. The show was captivating for reasons I couldn't quite place but I wasn't entirely at ease. The shirt was a bit itchy without the protection of a bra. I scratched lightly at an increasingly protruding nipple only to halt abruptly as the action produced more discomfort than relief.

I tried putting up with the itchiness for awhile. Logically since I wasn't jogging or even walking it should have been easy. The subtly burning tingle as my overly large strawberries fought the fabric soon said otherwise. 'Screw it.' I pulled the t-shirt up over my head and cast it into the corner of the room. 'Good riddance.' I knew I should have gone for genuine cotton or satin rather than artificial polymers.

I settled back into my seat, pleased with the easy solution I'd found. It was weird and sometimes annoying to be a woman but I was conquering challenges one step at a time. Unfortunately I didn't stay pleased for long. Without the shirt my back was flat against the couch. It took only minutes for the rough fabric to redden my sensitive day-old skin. "Arrrgh."

I jumped off the couch, glaring back at it like a mortal foe. If I had my machete handy I might have taken a try at slaying it right then and there. Instead I decided to watch the rest of the show on the treadmill. Debra might've had a point about getting some exercise. I still had plenty of energy from the milkshake that was just going to waste, and anything that got me off the couch was a win.

I started the treadmill at a walk and stayed there. Jogging was out of the question without some sort of restriction on my chest. Not that the slow pace stopped them from jiggling entirely, almost hypnotizingly. I resolutely kept my eyes off them though. There was no point getting attached to them when the curse would likely be gone the next time I woke up. Truthfully I was worried that I was even tempted to ogle them, large though they were. Normally my emotions were muted, barely there. Hollow things that were so fragile they disappeared entirely if I leaned on them too heavily. Anger and irritation came through better; maybe a hint of bliss at the moment of a kill and some anticipation leading up to it. Sexual attraction though… that was a hard one to grasp.

I wasn't entirely asexual, I felt enough to know I preferred women to men, but my interest in them was just a pale shadow that I mostly only indulged in to maintain my cover. Now though the things I was feeling were so helter-skelter that I could hardly keep up. I knew I'd wished for emotions in the past and I'd be sad to lose them if the curse left but couldn't they have come on a bit more gradually?

My shorts came off after another minute of walking. Each step stretched the elastic band around my wide hips in a way that fast grew irritating. Besides, I was certain they were somehow to blame for the lilting sway of my hips.

After another moment's hesitation the panties went as well. I'd been leery of putting them on in the first place and only gave in at Deb's insistence. They were too tight and the way they hugged places I wasn't supposed to have wasn't at all endearing. I might've kept them on anyways just to hide my changes down there from my view but the sway of my large breasts as I walked accomplished that well enough.

I sighed in relief as I walked unhindered. "Much better." Exercising naked, the way nature intended. There was no reason I needed a bunch of clothes just to walk on a treadmill in my own apartment. I felt free, I felt-

"Oh god." I slumped and turned off the treadmill as the fast food hit me all at once. It felt like a had a massive lump of pure grease lodged in my stomach. All the energy the milkshake had given me was gone, replaced by a deep lethargy that made it difficult to even keep my eyes open. I was of mixed opinion about whether to fall into a food coma or go throw up. I went with the option that took less energy, collapsing face-first onto Deb's bed without even pulling back the covers.