Gale clasped his fingers together. The thing is, he wasn't sure.

"Everyone seems to have forgotten, but I still remember, Sayuri. I can't get that out of my head," replied Gale, sighing as he spoke.

"Well... if that is so, then we're fine... mostly. Although I do start to feel uncomfortable."
And that in many ways. Suddenly, her belly started cramping and a warm feeling spread in her panties.
"What the heck...?"
Carefully she lifted her skirt and saw a red puddle at the bottom of her panties.
"Oh no... Oh, feaking no!"

Gale raised his eyebrow as Sayuri seemed to act up about something. As if without awareness of anyone nearby, she examined her undergarments, and Gale unintentionally saw a peek of blood.

"Are you injured?" asked Gale.

An evil eye flickered towards Gale as Sayrui readied herself for her own answer to Gale's question.

"No I'm not injured... I'm just pissing blood!" The sarcasm in her voice dripped everywhere and coated every single word of hers.
"How would like it if suddenly, out of genitals you never ever had before, a bloody goop erupted into your panties... and that combined with belly cramps and possibly even headaches... and this dilemma will repeat every single month until I'm about 50..."
Still with her panties down, she kicked a bucket, not figuratively, though. Literally.

Gale cocked his head. Sounded like a monthly event. Something he had too. Did girls get that sort of thing as well?

"Periods? Girls get them too?" asked Gale, somewhat incredulously. His father told him to never talk about it with guys, but he never told him not to talk with girls about it.

Sayuri had gotten herself a pad and new panties. Somehow, she knew what she was doing and that she didn't really prefer tampons, since you had to, you know... stick them somewhere.
With nothing covering her new white panties, she turned around and tilted her head to one side and eyed Gale curiously.
"What the heck? Only girls get them, you should know that. Guys don't get them. They couldn't. Girls have ovaries and guys have testicles... wait... why wouldn't you know that...?"

Now Sayuri was honestly confused and didn't know what to make of Gale's statement. To be honest, it sounded a lot like as if he knew what periods were... personally...

Gale glanced away from Sayuri. He didn't want to be called a pervert, considering he was sitting in the same room as a girl in her underwear. What would his father say, he wondered for a moment.

What Sayuri said didn't make sense. Gale was a guy.

"I'm a guy. And it's troublesome every time it happens. It doesn't happen to all of us... I think," mumbled Gale. The words felt harder to come out. Gale almost thought he was lying, but how could he? He knew he was a guy.

"How... how would you know that...? No guys bleed through their genitals... since guys have penises... and not vaginas, like girls do..."
Sayuri quickly put on a pair of rather short shorts, then she got curious enough to push her to make her move.

In a very quick motion, she pulled down Gale's pants and exposed his underpants where she spotted a rather smooth crotch. This sight tempted her to quickly sneak her hand towards his groin to confirm her suspicion. At the same time, strangely enough, touching Gale's crotch did absolutely nothing for her.

After drawing back her hand and breathing out a long sigh, she pulled up his pants again and stared at Gale's face.
"I'm very sorry to say, Gale, but you're a girl. You've got all the important parts it takes for a girl..."

Gale just stared. What Sayuri did blanked out his mind, and he only managed to come to some semblance of rational thought once his pants went up.

A moment after his mind recomposed himself, Gale glared at Sayuri. "So, you think you can just get away with this sort of harrassment because you're a girl?" growled Gale. Another thought sprung to his mind again.

"I get it. You're hoping that I somehow share the same misfortune that you just did in school. But whatever happened to me, this isn't it."

Sayuri huffed. "I just had to check... and Gale... I'm not saying something changed... Maybe... maybe you've always been biologically female..."
She sighed and sat down. "Look, I'm sorry... I should have asked you. But if you want to be sure, we can ask someone to make a karyogram for you. To check your chromosomes and stuff"

Sayuri just stared at the ground feeling a little bit lost and not able to gather her thoughts completely.
"Have you ever really checked on the internet how a male should look downstairs and how a female should look? Breasts are not a sign of someone being female. I mean, look at me. I have barely anything..." Her stare got a lot sinister at that. "And I'm pretty happy about that, too..."

Gale pressed a hand against his chest, feeling the pressure the binding around his chest caused him. It wasn't a tight feeling, and the feeling went away over time, but Gale's thoughts about it made it ever more noticeable.

He sighed. And sighed again. And again. This was probably why his father always seemed to have some sort of twitch upon his face when talking to him. This was probably why he got his own personal changing room in the CoG.

"I checked. And I always thought that it was the heart that counted. It doesn't matter what my body is, so long as I know how I feel. If you're happy about your size, or lack thereof, it's not my problem."

His eyes narrowed. "The problem is what it did to me. And how it changed you completely."

Sayuri moved to her bed and slumped down on it staring to the ceiling.
"It's strange, isn't it? This morning, I woke up in exactly the same bed, but as a male...now, I'm lying here again, as a girl, with all this girl-stuff in my room, too."
She looked around and then back at herself.
"To be honest... it doesn't feel as if something major has changed. Everything still feels... similar. Now... not only you wonder what happened to you."
Very quickly she rolled over and looked at Gale.
"I don't think my changed gender is all that has changed. I feel a lot lighter, more flexible. I feel as if I could race a car or something"

She flexed her legs, but then her view fixated on Gale's face.
"Are you okay? I can't imagine how it must feel like to have thought of yourself as male all the time, but now realizing, biologically this isn't really true. Oh wait... I can..."
Laughing a bit she facepalmed hard and the sound of her hand impacting on her forehead was clearly audible in the otherwise rather quiet room.

Gale crossed his arms and looked away.

"I don't want to talk about it," he cursed. A thought entered his mind, and refused to leave. Was he angry that he was lied to, or was he angry because reality refused to accommodate his wishes? Sayuri seemed at ease with her new body. Nothing changed about Gale's body, but he wasn't happy about that.

"Imagine if they had a needle that did the opposite thing," sighed Gale. His despondent gaze wandered around the room, eventually landing upon his right hand. And he gasped. It had turned black, and clawed.

"The hell?!" he cried out. His other hand reached out to it carefully, poking it. It was bulged, and his skin was scaly. And strangely, the transformation just ceased at his wrist. His mind shifted the transformation up and down, with only a slight feeling of discomfort for each inch his form shifted.

Gale lifted up his clawed hand towards Sayuri. "Look."

Sayuri rolled over and her eyes opened in awe.

"What in the name... is that?"

Gingerly she touched it and immediately drew back her hand.
"This is so weird... can you, like, control it?"

Unconsciously her face was pretty close to his right then.
She prodded and poked his cheeks to test out if that weird stuff had affected other areas.
"It's just the hand right?"