MK smoothed a hand down over the fur on his arm, coming across a couple of knots within and pulling them out. He was not looking forward to needing to wake up even earlier in order to have time in the mornings to groom his fur before work.

He sighed, hanging his head as his hand moved back up to rub the back of his neck. MK looks back to the mirror as his hand falls to grip his shoulder- wait.

Has his chest always been that flat? Like, he knew he’d always had a rather small chest, only feeling the need to use a binder on really bad dysphoria days. but right now, staring into the mirror, he looked… flat flat.

Frowning with his now idle toothbrush still in his mouth, MK turned his body so his side was facing the mirror so he could see how far his chest extended. He delicately touched his bare chest and then pulled his hands away, then tapped again. There was absolutely no protruding fat aside from the muscle he’d built up on his pectorals in training with Monkey King. his mouth hung open and his toothbrush somehow didn’t fall out.

… oh my gods…

There was just nothing.

His tits were gone. Just gone. Poof!

…

He needed to call Mei and Redson

Wait.

Who the heck was calling her at -she looks over to her clock- 7 o’ clock on a saturday morning!?

Groaning she rolls on to her stomach and propping herself up on an elbow she grabbed her still ringing phone and squinted at the screen.

MK?

She clicked the call button and put her phone to her ear, “hey-”

“MEI!”

Mei abruptly pulled the device away from her ear as MK practically screamed through the phone, “MK wha-”

“MY TITS ARE GONE!”