"Come on, Jake. We're gonna be late for school," Paul said.
"I ... I'm not going," Jake said.
"What? Why?"
"Uh ... I'm sick."
"You don't look sick." Paul sighed, then grabbed Jake's hand and pulled him out of his house, causing the stunned boy to stumble on his 3-inch heels. "Oh, wait. Looks like you forgot your purse."
"My purse?" Jake asked, still stunned. He just couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening.
"Oh, here it is," Paul said, grabbing it from just inside the house, then handing it to Jake. He then shut the door and pulled Jake with him. Expecting to be heading to school with Paul when he opened the door moments earlier, Jake already had his school-bag with him, but now it was a slightly different bag, pink in color.
As they walked down to the road, Jake absentmindedly looked at the contents of the purse - lipstick, gum, hairbrush, ID, etc. He had a driver's ID, but no car yet. He expected his parents to get him one for his next birthday. Who knew what would happen now? The person in the photo was him, but with long hair and make-up on his face. The info on the card, on the other hand, was mostly the same ... the sex was the same, so was the height, eye color, hair color, but the weight was different, thanks to his lack of muscles. He didn't have as much to start with as Paul, but it was still noticeable.
Dropping the card back into his purse (as weird as that sounded), Jake looked up and saw that he had been walking on auto-pilot long enough to end up almost halfway to school. Fortunately, Paul was still holding his hand. That was, it was a good thing someone was keeping him from wandering into traffic. But it was the moment that Jake looked up from the purse that he stopped dead in his tracks, causing Paul to stop too.
"Jake? What's wrong?" his friend asked.
He couldn't stop staring. Across the street was a hot woman. Sure, her hair was really short, like a guy's haircut, and she was a little more muscular than he would have preferred, but she was topless! The woman jogged by, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts, socks, and shoes, and nothing else! What must have been at least DD-cup breasts were bouncing with every step.
"What are you looking at?" Paul asked, turning to follow his gaze.
"She's topless," Jake managed to say.
"So? You're acting like you've never seen a shirtless woman before," Paul said.
"But she's not wearing a bra or anything."
Paul looked at him weirdly. "Why would she? Only guys wear bras."
That was enough to rip Jake's eyes away from that amazing sight. He stared at his friend. "What?" That didn't make any sense. Guys didn't even need bras, since they had no breasts, obviously.
"You know, maybe you were right when you said you needed to stay home," Paul said. He put his hand on Jake's forehead. "You don't feel hot, though."
Jake took a step back, and seriously looked at his friend. "Paul, do you really not see how everything is different?"
Paul looked confused. "Different how?"