Becoming Hera Part 2 (Patreon)

Seeing as this one got a good response, I've done a part 2

Becoming Hera Part 2

Entry 9

This journal is soo lucky I’m not throwing it against the wall right now! I haven’t slept well at all, and I’m very upset about it!

I want to sleep on my front, but I can’t! It hurts to lay on them and I can’t sleep in any other position! I don’t know what I’m going to do a night-time as this girl I am right now. It’s like trying to lie down with balloons under your shirt. Only, these balloons are so so sensitive!

Didn’t think of that logistic issue when we signed me up for this program! That’s deffo not in the brochure.

Also, since when did sleeping cause your hair to hurt when you even slightly move it!

All I did was brush it from my face and I screamed out in pure agony. I must have slept on it or something, judging by how it looks and feels.

As I said, I’m not happy. I want to go back to bed but I’ve gotta go to school. Maybe I can pull a sicky? Would Mom believe me if I said I was starting my period?

Urgh—I shouldn’t joke about such things. The idea of that gives me goosebumps!

Do you wanna not what’s even worse than all that?

It’s six in the morning! My mom’s made me set my alarm for six in the morning so I’ve got enough time to do my hair and makeup. Can you believe her audacity!

What’s that about!? Surely, I can just ruffle my hair and not bother with makeup.

I know exactly what Mom would say if I even tried to get out of it. I’m not embracing the experience, she’d moan. Being a girl and it’s all part of the learning curve, she’d continue.

Well, hopefully, my second day as a girl is an easy one! Good thing I’ve got lessons with Stacey this morning. Maybe she can give me some useful tips about sleeping as a woman.

Entry 10

I’m feeling so much better now I’ve had something to eat! My mom is such a sweetheart. While my dad remains in bed, she’s got up just to spend time with me. It’s been really cool just talking with her over the breakfast she’s made me.

I feel kinda bad that I didn’t manage to eat all the bacon and eggs she’d cooked, but I think she understands. I just haven’t been feeling as hungry as I would be normally. Maybe I’m just not a big easter when I’m Hera?

Should I report this back to the scientists? Maybe Hera’s body is broken?

Anyway, Mom’s shared some advice about sleeping after all my complaining. She says I need to remember to put my hair up and that I should sleep and try sleeping on my side with a sports bra on.

If it’s going to help me sleep, I’m more than up for it trying that.

It’s funny, I don’t usually like sleeping on my side because I always felt like my legs were kind of crushing my package. I guess in this body, I don’t have to worry about that—do I?

At least I’m feeling better anyway. I was dreading putting on my skirt and that earlier. Moms offered to help with my hair after seeing what a complete mess it is. She’s also offered to help with my makeup too! I have to say I’m truly relieved.

I do think I’m starting to understand just how much effort women go to. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I need to complement more in the future. Especially with Mom. Dad really doesn’t tell her how pretty she is nearly often enough.

She puts so much effort in too!

Entry 11

Just a quick entry here as I’m supposed to be hurrying to my first class. I feel like I really need to document my feelings right now!

So, Mom did indeed help me get ready and we did a wonderful job!

She’s an absolute wizard with her straighteners. She had my hair controlled within minutes and then up in a very pretty braided do. Honestly, I’ve never been so thankful that she’s my mom!

Not only did she get my bird's nest under control, but she also taught me so much about makeup! I applied most of it myself and did a totally lovely job!

Leaving the house, I actually felt pretty! Like genuinely really pleased that I felt like that too.

What's that about!!? Surely I’m supposed to wanna be gruff and macho?

I’m a boy and I feel good about being pretty!

I’m so pleased that my hair looks so pretty. I’m so excited about the makeup I’ve applied and how it looks. It’s all making me feel so confident! I feel like I could take on the world and win!

My happiness must be showing. Stacey was blown away but how I strutted into the school just now. She said I seem like a completely different person.

You know what—everyone stared at me as I came in too! It didn’t bother me! Usually, I’d be hiding in the crowd, but this morning, I lapped up all the attention.

I had a smile on my face!

Stacey just asked me if I had a good night's sleep! Her face when I told her I had the worst night was so funny. She must think I’m so weird right now!

Entry 12

It’s lunchtime. I’m still with Stacey. I’m not at all hungry. Which is seriously strange for me, because it’s Taco Tuesday, and usually I’m well up for that!

All I’ve got is an apple and some water. Honestly, I’m not even sure I even want that.

So, I was having a really good day. Everyone has been so nice about how I’m adjusting to being Hera. However, in my last lesson, Jonny, my best friend, finally decided he want to speak to me.

I was wondering if he was going to talk to me again. I know he’s not pleased I’m doing this program, but I genuinely thought things were getting better when he came and sat next to me in class.

Things were awkward. He acted like he didn’t know me at all. I know I look completely different right now, but I’m still the old me. The same me who stayed up all night with him last week, playing video games!

Thinking I’d extend the olive branch, I invited him over tonight, but he said no! He’s never said no!

I don’t know what's going on with him. Why doesn’t he want to come over? I might look like a girl, but I don’t have cooties! Or at least I don’t think I do...

The only answer I got as to why, was that he doesn’t see me right now. He sees someone completely different. He thinks I’ve changed! I can’t be too mad at him because that is factually correct, but I’m really not different!

Why do people keep saying that to me!?

Entry 13

I’m home now. Stacey wanted me to go over hers after school, but I said no. I’ve just come straight home and got out of my uniform. My tights were ridding up, so it’s nice to take them off.

Mom’s brought me some new clothes, which is so lovely of her. I’m wearing them right now. She brought me some really comfy leggings and a hoody in Hera’s size. Such a far cry from that from those clingy tights and that stupidly short skirt.

No joke, I’ve felt like my ass was on show all day!

Still, even though I feel really cozy and warm, I’m not in the best of moods.

I’ve been feeling pretty low since Jonny spoke to me in second class. I don’t know what his problem is!? He’s known about me doing this for months. I told him several times I was going to be this girl. We even awkwardly joked about hooking up and going on dates.

So what’s his problem!? Why is he telling me he thinks I’ve changed.

I spoke to Mom about it just now and he’s said he thinks it will all blow over at some point. She also thinks he might be jealous of me.

Why would he be jealous? It’s not like I’ve gained superpowers. I’m pretty certain Hera can’t walk through walls! Maybe I should try that later?

I really just wanna go around there and confront him about it. Maybe I should do just that!

Mom’s probably right though. Maybe I should leave it for now and let him adjust to me like this.

I’ll message him later and see if he wants to go online.

On a more positive note, Dad complimented my hair when he got home from work. I have a feeling Mom asked him to, but still felt good all the same. He’s sitting with me right now. We might not be talking, but it’s the longest he’s been in the room with me since I became Hera.

What is it with the men in my life? Strange how they react to me so differently now.

Entry 14

It’s late!

It’s three in the bloody morning!

I can barely see straight, let alone write.

I’ve just had a fucking nightmare. I haven’t had a nightmare since I was like ten!

My heart still racing and thudding in my chest. I feel like I’m moments away from a panic attack

What on earth was that dream about!? Don’t you usually dream about people you know or places you’ve been?

I saw faces that I don’t know or recognize. I saw doctors doing inhuman things. I saw a white room, empty, hopeless, and devoid of anything at all. I saw a cryo pod. The girl inside was trapped and I couldn’t do anything to help!

I wanted desperately to help her. I couldn’t move! The face she was pulling was one of sheer terror and anguish. My body felt like it weighed a ton. I tried so hard to help!

Argh, It’s haunting.

Who was she!? Why is she in so much pain!? Why was I unable to help!?

I need to talk to Mom about this. It freaked me out! It’s left me feeling so vulnerable and a little scared. I know it’s just a dream and this might be a little dramatic, but it all seemed so real!

Well, at least the sports bra and laying on my side works. I guess if I’m looking on the bright side, at least I fell asleep long enough to dream.

I almost don’t want to turn off my lamp. I know if I close this journal, I have to try and sleep. What if I have another nightmare?