You finish the last question and wait for something to happen. Nothing does. Oh well, you think. At least it passed the time. You fold the paper up and put it in your pocket.
That night you are in bed, thinking about the note. Even though you are already 14, your parents like for you too go to bed at 8:30. You don't tell them, but you stay up doing things on your phone till 10 most nights anyways. However, you can't have the lights on because they are in the bedroom right next door, and they would see a bright light in the dark house.
Tonight, you stand up to grab your phone like usual. As soon as you are standing up, you feel the tingling from this morning begin, and you rush to your mirror. By the time you look at the mirror you can see your arms growing longer and you getting taller, stopping at 5'8". You arms and legs became considerably thinner, and you hands were very dainty, with your fingernails turning a bright pink. Long, straight, blond hair came down past your shoulders to a thinning waist and expanding behind.
You almost lost balance as your feet shrank down, but quickly a sudden feeling of muscular strength engrossed you, despite no visible muscles.You also felt like you knew everything, but you seemed to prefer hiding it. You looked like a bimbo, why not play the part? You felt your face soften, your lips became fuller and red lipstick appeared, along with other makeup.
Next came the big one. First was a sudden loss of weight in your pants as you underwear became panties. Then, your chest began to balloon, until you had heavy D cup breasts. A bra did not appear, since you said you did not sleep with one. It seemed that physical and mental changes were done.
Finally, there was clothes. Your socks melted away showing that your toes were also painted a bright pink. The sneakers you had taken of and placed next to your dresser became 3" heels. Your pajama pants turned into tight black yoga pants, and your shirt became a solid, bright pink. The clothes hanging on your dresser changed too. Your jeans receded and ended in a tight black skirt, or so you thought. As you shirt changed, the skirt and shirt combined to form a really tight, black dress. Your room also changed as your bed became more ornate and "pinkified," and you saw a drivers license appear on top of your dresser. Your breast hurt from the added weight.
After a few seconds of looking at yourself in the mirror, the pain seems to recede. After all, you've had these breasts for years. Wait, no thats not right. Just an hour ago, you were male. The changes must be affecting your mind. You realize that although you selected to retain your memories, seeing this new form makes you think this is natural. You know you need to work on separating your thoughts. You then realize that it actually worked, and that you are now an 18 year old girl.
"Get yourself together Claire ," you say, getting ready to go all out bimbo. Wait? Claire? That wasn't right. You were Lucas.
"I guess not anymore," you say, giggling to yourself. This role as a girl was easy, especially since you can act like a bimbo. You realize that you are now Sofia, and that for some reason, your friends gave you the nickname Claire. Even though you are hispanic and are fluent in English and Spanish as a boy, the girl you prefers to never speak Spanish in public. It ruins your American bimbo image. You walk away from the mirror and look at your room.