I wasn’t sure at first if I was dreaming or not since everything felt, smelled and seemed different.
It was early morning, the light just coming up as I peered into the mirror and witnessed what I had become.
There in the mirror looking back , wearing my clothes rather loosely in some places and tight in others, a roughly sixteen year old Hispanic girl.
I cringed at the thought of what was and what might be to come as I tried to fashion my clothing to possibly hide the fact I was female. Doing this might aid in getting back through the border and home where I could find help.
Using a piece of rope I tied my pants so that they stayed on this smaller body but wearing a shirt was a whole other issue. Though rather slim was the rest of this female body, Gomez had cursed me with what I considered a huge pair of breasts. Actually size D, but on this small body and the fact I have never had such things as this, they seemed huge and out of proportion to me.
They filled out my white undershirt, stretching it to its limits. Large aroiras and jutting hard nipples shown clearly through the white cotton shirt so I wore my dress shirt tied loosely at my abdomen as to draw attention away from my chest.
To my surprise my car was still outside and I still had the keys but I was cautious in my departure as I expected an ambush somewhere between there and the border.
I drove away, heading back to the border and hopefully home.
I made it within view of the Mexican border station at which I had passed through originally to get here and stopped the car. I remembered the two men there and realized it probably would be difficult if not impossible to get through now that I didn’t look like an American and even worse, a girl!