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Sunny
It all started when she was putting away laundry in each of their dressers, and she had noticed that “Rob” had clothes stuffed to the brim. Wanting to make sure that it stayed organized, she had begun to take out the clothes to re-arrange them when she noticed something, grabbing an opaque orange cylinder from the top drawer.
“Huh? What’s this? I haven’t seen Rob take these before….. and what’s it doing here?” Sunny knew about “Rob” needing to take some supplements, but she recalled a specific weekly pill organizer for that specific purpose, living in the bathroom on the counter. The pills here…. Weren’t any she had seen in it. Although harder through the sunproof container, she was able to make out they were some sort of circular white pill with a groove on it, and a number she couldn’t quite make out.
Switching her grip on the bottle to reveal the label, she reads it out loud. “Spiro...nolactone? Why’s Rob taking this?” She also saw a paper, revealing a prescription document talking about the various purposes and side effects of the medicine. “heart pressure…. Fluid retention….. I wonder why Rob needs this, I haven’t heard anything like this before.” Ever curious, she pressed on and looked at the other two drawers, emptying them out into folded piles as she excavated and finally revealing another similar bottle, this time with thinner, blue pills.
Sunny did the same switch to hold the bottle by the cap, wanting to see what the label was and-
“estro. diol? Rob’s taking estrogen pills?” The revelation made her eyes wide as saucers, but Sunny soon calmed down enough to remember vaguely where each of the bottles were initially located, so she could continue her thinking.
“So Rob’s a girl? I guess not necessarily…. But it’s the girl pills, so to speak…. And why’re the pill bottles hidden so well…..” Sunny then thought about how she hadn’t seen too many signs up to this point. The clothes she had pulled out weren’t necessarily the canary in the Girl Mine, so to speak, being either just plain t-shirts, hoodies, or the utilitarian cargo pants Rob had worn around. There was nary a pair of panties, nor a bra hidden amongst the garments.
This lack of clothing stood out to her, and she began to hatch a bit of a plan with a sinister grin creeping upon her face as she began layering the clothes back into the drawer.