Catarina woke up that afternoon feeling exactly like someone who completely unintentionally stayed up until sunrise and then spent most of the day sleeping extremely poorly. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked over at the mirror. “God damn it…” She muttered, her morning voice weird and squeaky as she struggled to find the proper vocal register. “How are my tits so tiny and so droopy all at once? Like, seriously, all the weight I’ve been putting on has just gone straight to my thighs. Couldn’t just a tiny bit of that aim a little higher up?” Pulling herself out of bed, she staggered out into the bathroom. Feeling thoroughly gross about it, she shaved the morning stubble off her face, wincing at the faint shadow still left behind. She also did her best to deal with the permanent mess that was her hair. It had gotten longer, so that was nice, but it was still much thinner than she liked, it kept getting tangled, and her hairline was still way too high… After getting dressed, and briefly wondering if she could find some sort of corsetry her size to help with her generally dumpy body shape, she started applying her makeup. She still wasn’t very good at it, though, and it never ended up looking right. No matter what she did, she just never felt… cute. That was it, really. She wanted to feel cute, but she just never did. Pulling up her skirt a bit, she started applying her estrogen gel to her inner thighs, trying not to even think about the bit of anatomy that was so close to the area in question, though it was thankfully concealed by purposely restrictive undergarments. “Apply to the inner thigh… Hah! I sure have enough surface area to work on. God, I’m such a whale…” Now lacking any reason to put it off, Catarina reluctantly got started on her morning voice exercises. There, at least, she was making a bit of progress. Sure, she sounded like an extremely tired middle aged woman, but that was still an improvement. It sure wasn’t cute, but it was better than sounding like a guy… From the bedroom, she heard her girlfriend sitting up in bed. Catarina decided to start making breakfast for the both of them, but before she could make it to the kitchen, she heard her girlfriend’s voice from the bedroom. “Ugh… I hate this morning stubble… Why does permanent hair removal have to be so expensive? I look so fucking gross…” Catarina practically sprinted back into the bedroom, only barely managing to hold herself back from literally tackling her girlfriend as she grabbed her in an almost aggressively loving hug. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself, sweetie! You are the cutest, most precious, most adorable little bean in the whole world, and don’t you forget it!”