As your about to finish that sentence, your door opens up and your heart skips a beat. Wyatt walks in and turns his head to see you standing there, trying your best to hold up your shorts and a face starting to blush. "...uh, are you some girl Brian bought over?" he asks you. All you can do is stare up at him as think up of a way to explain this. "hello? who are you again? look you must have been called over here last night but you need to leave now" he tells you, crossing his arms and clearly annoyed. You turn around to face him directly and slightly stutter as your about to talk. "w-Wyatt know your not going to believe this but...i-i AM Brian, i have no idea what happened to me but i just woke up like...THIS" you tell him. Wyatt starts to look around the room after you tell him this, clearly suspicious of this claim you presented to him. "there is no way your Brian, but I don't see him anywhere, there is no way he could have gone anywhere in the condition he was in...prove that your Brian then" he tells you, anticipating what you will do next.
You start to choke up as you get many examples in your head "w-well, you've never had a girlfriend, your moms name is marry and middle name is Justin". Wyatt is startled at your answer, all 3 of those were correct. His eyes widen as then realizes your also wearing the same clothing Brian was wearing last night. "oh my god...you ARE Brian, but how?". You look up at him in relief, happy that he believes you. "i honestly have no idea, i just woke up like this...we need to find out how i ended up like this..." you tell him, relieved but still very confused and upset about your current situation. "yeah...that's the plan, but your...um, clothes seem to be a little loose" he tells you, noticing that you seem uncomfortable being around him like this. You blush when you realize that your still holding your shorts up, and that your left shoulder is bare with the oversized shirt sagging. You quickly use your other hand and pull the shirt up and try to cover yourself "y-yeah, iv shrunk down a little in this body" is all your able to say as your too embarrassed about the situation. "here, don't worry about it, ill go get some string and a smaller shirt, just stay there" he tells you as he makes his way to his room. A minute later he comes back with both. You think he is just gonna give you the items when out of nowhere, he gets on his knees and wraps the string around your waist and over the shorts, tightening them up, and then lifts up your arms and begins to take off your shirt, which makes you recoil in surprise, your face goes beat red "w-WAIT, ill put the shirt on, I'm wearing nothing to cover my...breasts, but thanks for helping" you say to him, flustered at what has transpired. "oh shit, sorry i didn't even think about that" he says in an apologetic manner. After a few hours of wondering what has happened you both get tired and sit on the couch, Wyatt's size and weight causing you to slid down closer near him.
"So...this is very strange, I don't know how to feel about this" Wyatt states, very much not knowing as to what to say about today. You look at him with wonder "how YOU feel about it? I'm a girl now, I'm short as hell, have long hair, I feel weak as hell and i have breasts!" you yell at him, your annoyed. he looks away from you and looks up at the ceiling. "so like, do you mind if i ask you a few questions?" he asks you, not wanting to look at you for some reason. you sigh and fold your legs together on the couch, even though you take up almost no space at all. "sure, its already been a crazy ass day already, ill answer your crazy ass questions" you tell him. "ok so, how does it feel to be like, a women? what do boobs feel like? how does it feel to be that short? and finally, what are you gonna do if you cant change back?" he asks you one after another. "*sigh* well i feel a bit more...emotional than i usually would, these boobs are pretty big for my body so they are hurting my back, I feel like a little kid standing next to you with how small i am now, I measured earlier and I'm about 4 feet 8, 9 inches shorter than you now, and about what ill do if I don't change back...im not really sure, I damn well don't wanna stay like this". You start to frown at the thought that you may be stuck like this for a very long time. "I...I fell, helpless, vulnerable" you tell him as you tear up. How does Wyatt deal with this situation?
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