Transition Goals

Trigger Warning: During this story, I had to misgender the pronouns of a transgender character for a brief moment, this was for narration objectives only, so the reader does not find the story confusing to read. I do not intend to misgender trans people as an aggression to them. Now, without further ado, enjoy the story!

Carl looked at his friend in awe, thinking about how beautiful she had turned out to be, but at the same time, thinking about how unfair this situation was. Lara looked back at him in awe, also thinking about stuff, thinking about how grateful she was for Carl being so supportive to her after second puberty hit and changed her from Larry to Lara, but also thinking about how unfair this situation was. 

Lara liked being a woman, in fact, she loved being a woman, but mostly because of Carl’s help, because she was really comfortable with being Larry, but when she got diagnosed with second puberty, it was more of a curse than a blessing, she hated almost every part of it. Her constantly shrinking dick, the growth spurts in places she didn’t want to have them in, like the chest or the thighs, etc. and specially, the fact that she now had to wear women’s underwear.

The curse slowly turned into a blessing when Carl came to help. Since they were best friends from kindergarten, Lara knew Carl was the ideal person to put her trust on, even more than her parents. During her transition process, Lara discovered that Carl knew more about womanhood than her, like knowing about bra sizes, or about makeup, or hair care; which surprised her a lot, when she asked Carl about that, he confessed: Carl was a trans woman, hence, this situation was really unfair to him, but he decided to help his friend nonetheless.

The confession startled Lara, who decided to hug Carl with tears in her eyes, thinking on how easier life could’ve been if Carl was the one who got affected by second puberty and not her. Still, the process hadn’t ended yet, so they decided that Carl would keep helping Lara until it all was over. After that, Carl asked Lara to call him Karla, and to use female pronouns with him, to which Lara happily agreed to. Now back to our start, Lara and Karla were laying on Lara’s bed, just looking at each other in awe, thinking about the unfairness of the situation. Karla looked down at Lara's top, sticking her eyes on her cleavage.

—They are magnificent— said Karla, referring to Lara’s recently fully grown breasts.

—I know, right? They really grew big! Although I’m not sure I want them THIS big…— Lara said, groping tightly on one of her massive mounds of flesh.

—I’d enjoy them a lot if I had breasts like those, but if you don’t want them, there’s always the option of getting them reduced…

—I’ve thought about it, and I may do it when I have the money… I’d give them to you if only fat could be transplanted to another person…—Lara sighed, and Karla sighed in return. —You know what? — Lara asked— You helped me a lot with my second puberty, and I wanna help you too in return, you deserve it. We should go to a clinic, like, right now! I have my car, you know? And we aren’t doing anything now, we’re actually just laying here…

Karla smiled— You really wanna do that for me? — She asked.

— Totally! It’s only what you deserve for helping me this much! — Lara replied.

Smiling, they got out of bed and went downstairs for Lara’s car. Saying goodbye to Lara’s parents, both girls went out and drove to the nearest clinic, they couldn’t stop thinking about how much they loved each other, they truly were the best friends forever…

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