Fundy was rearranging her sports bra in the mirror, her boobs kinda spilling from them. She never expected her transition to go through as quick as it did, or as... defining as it was. She kept trying to hike them up, but the bottom kept flopping through.

Fundy: "GODDAMNIT!" She yells, stamping the ground with her foot, causing her boobs and her thighs to jiggle a lot. She then slumps against the wall pouting.

Fundy: "FOXTROOOOOOT!" That was her nickname for you, her boyfriend, and her confidant. You usually helped her with transition related things and new clothes.