Embrace your Feminity 3

Day 1 is still going on

And it won't end because CA's a moron

Thankfully it's passing now

With a cute little bow

The day had passed extremely slowly, but, for once, Sue was free enough to leave early. It was a beautiful Saturday evening, leaving her with a lot of time to think about dealing with her predicament. She had arranged to go shopping with Rachel, who had immediately agreed to help when Sue had told her that she had had to use tape on her chest, for lack of proper… undergarments? So right now she was sitting in a cab next to the girl of her dreams.

"Why don't you own any clothes?" Rachel interrupts her train of thought.

"My luggage was stolen." It was the only plausible explanation Sue had been able to think of. Thankfully, Rachel had accepted it, and they were now going to a lingerie store. CA can tell you from experience that going to a lingerie store is an awkward experience even for a girl. It was even more awkward for poor Sue, who felt it in her bones that she didn't belong here.

"Bra size?" asked a female attendant. Panicking Sue made up something about her phone ringing, and walked to a corner. Looking around she saw a chart that showed the measurement for bras. Sue knew how to measure these things. She finished her 'phone call', and walked up to the lady.

"Well, you see, my… breasts have grown a little since I last bought underwear, so could I have some tape?" The female attendant smirked, and muttered "Well someone's getting some," but gave her the tape anyway. Sue hurried into an empty stall and… Let's keep this family friendly, so we'll just say she did the necessary, albeit very awkwardly.

"C-cup please." She breathed, after finishing what must have been the most awkward thing she'd done to anyone's breasts. The lady giggled, and took out a bunch of designs. Rachel had gone to get something to eat, so Sue was all alone. Well, not all alone, as there was another woman who was looking at the selection of brassieres laid out in front of Sue.

"Cough-slut-cough".

"What did you just say!?" Sue whipped around and glared at the woman who had the gall to call her a… you know.

"You heard me. Slut."

"I am not a slut."

"Oh, don't deny it, I heard what you said. 'My breasts have grown a little since I last bought underwear'. Please, that only happens to whores and sluts."

"Apologize right now!" Sue had no idea why she was getting so worked up over something so small.

"Or what, huh?" The woman started poking her. "What're you going to do, huh? Huh?"

Right then Rachel walked in with two falafels and a smile on her face, and immediately gasped.

Because right then Sue had punched a woman, knocking her to the ground.

Rachel dropped some cash on the counter, grabbed a bunch of brassieres, and quickly steered Sue out of the store.

CA didn't want this to be too risqué, but still thought that she had to account for brassieres. In the first draft, Sue had hit Rachel for accusing her of not helping Mike look after Grammy. In the second draft, Sue hit the woman for insulting Rachel. But she finally decided on this draft, because… well, I don't think she has much of a reason, except that she started writing this, and was too lazy to change it. Being an in-fic spokesperson demands honesty, no matter how brutal, boss. (In CA's country you can get away with calling anyone boss).

POV is changing in unsubtle way, making you wish that all the noise would go away (Yeah!)

"She called you a slut?" Rachel giggled. She couldn't believe that someone could call Sue, the female version of Mike, who was himself the human version of a puppy, a slut. Sure she was blonde, but her hair looked ridiculous, like she'd never had to brush hair in her life before. Sure she had big breasts, but some people got it naturally. She wasn't even that pretty- awkward and unsure; this was the girl who stayed at home with her cat, rather than going to the bar for sex. "So what's your number?"

"Huh?"

"You know, how's your love life?"

"Well… I'm in a committed relationship."

"Who with?"

"Um… John Doe."

"John Doe!? Seriously?" What were the odds of someone having the name 'John Doe'? What cruel parents.

"… Yeah, enough about me how's your love life?"

"Well… I guess I have someone I like."

Sue giggled. "Its Mike, isn't it?"

"… Yeah."

"Wait, seriously!? I thought you'd been kidding…"

"Well, he's like a puppy, you know, wagging his tail at you like you're the only one in the world, making you feel special… And for some reason you just feel like looking after him. I think every woman deserves a puppy. I think every woman deserves a Mike." Rachel laughed nervously, she wasn't usually this open. But then again, no one had ever just sat down and talked to her without intending to sleep with her afterwards.

"You should tell him." Sue jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Tell who what?"

"Tell Mike you like him. The way I see it, he really likes you too. Besides, he seems to have a thing for unavailable women." Yes, CA has noticed that. "Maybe he goes for relationships that will never work because deep down, he's waiting for you." Rachel felt her cheeks heat up.

"Well… Maybe it's his personal kink." Noticing Sue's flinch, Rachel hurriedly changed the topic.

"So, uh… How's your family?"

"… Don't have much of one anymore."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, what happened?"

"Well, my parents died, and… so did everyone else, I guess." This was the truth. Sue had never actually said this out loud, and she felt her chest tighten. (Yes, finally a subtle POV change!) Rachel noticed this and put her hand on her shoulder.

"I had Grammy, but now she's gone…" Sue felt tears behind her eyes, and vaguely wondered when the last time she actually cried in front of someone was. The fact that it was in front of Grammy didn't help. "She's gone because I wasn't there for her." The tears were now streaming freely down her cheeks. "I'm a horrible person!" she exclaimed, and then buried her face in her hands. "Damn hormones."

Rachel simply put her arms around her, allowing her to lean on her. Poor girl, she was all alone, the least she could do was comfort her.

(CA apologizes for making Sue cry, but she felt it was necerray to show the effect of the sudden overdose of estrogen on her. CA has a lot of things to do, her novel, this, a parody, a crossover with Dharma and Greg… I wonder why she does all this. She works best when she's supposed to be working on something else, and all these loose plots are a product of procrastinating with this fic.

Although she would continue to write even without reviews and feedback, please do, she might give me a raise. I want that raise. Give it to me!)