Whilst admiring your new reflection, you suddenly feel a bit queasy. You can feel your insides writhing, and you double over in pain. You can feel your muscle and fat redistributing around your hips, chest and buttocks.
As you groan, you notice your voice sounds alien, it's not yours, and slightly higher for a start. You notice dark brown hair fall down to your shoulders. You muster the strength to get up and look in the mirror, only to a girl looking back at you - and come to the obvious conclusion that the girl in the mirror is you. Soft features. Wider eyes. Soft nose, dark brown hair. You can't believe this. It almost seems like you had been a 13 year old boy before, with only faint memories of your previous life. This time it is different though. Inside, the boy is screaming out. So many thoughts race through your mind - is this you now, forever, in this body? Before you can continue to ruminate down that train of thought, you feel a tension in your chest, and you shudder. You know that you just grew a small pair of breasts. You dread to think what is going to happen next, but you know. Your genitalia retract, and you once again fold over in pain as you develop a vagaina and clitorus, with a fully functioning womb and ovaries. You feel changes in your brain, it's structure, your endocrine systems. You are now 100% female. You fancy boys now, but you hate it. You feel hormonal surges changing how you think, but you know this isn't you. It's almost as if you are in the passenger seat of a car.
Before you could even recollect your thoughts, you felt a strange sensation on your newly formed breasts. A bra had just materialised around them, lifting them up, and your now loose boxers fitted to your new feminine form as a pair of soft, snug cotton panties. The feel of them served only to remind you about your new genitalia. At this point, there was nothing left to do but cry. Your now many sizes too large school uniform began to reform to your body. At this point, you just accepted it. Your shirt became a blouse that fitted itself around your body. Your belt disappeared, your shorts merged together, developed pleats, and lifted up your new feminine waist to became a high waisted, charcoal grey skirt that ended just above your knees. Your socks became white, and your shoes turned into a shiny black pair of pumps. Your blouse neatly tucked into your skirt, and your sleeves pulled up to refasten their cuffs firmly around your wrists. Your blazer shrunk to fit your new physique, and your tie became a juvenile clip on tie - they are all becoming the rage in English schools as you can't wear them with the top button undone. As you looked into the mirror, subtle makeup appropriate for a 13 year old girl applied itself to your face.
This was it, you didn't know how to get back, you felt completely stuck. Details of your female life were accessible in the back of your head, but your identity as a boy was stronger than ever. You decided for now, it would be best to remain as a girl for now as your reality seemed to align itself to this new fact. You sighed as you put your hand on your breast your groin, if only to confirm the obvious. You had no idea how long you would be this way, perhaps forever. Part of you said you were always female, but you knew better. This new reality had a degree of comfortable reality to it.
It would be wrong to say you accepted thos new situation, but you felt you just had to ride it out. At least you knew how to act in this new reality and identity, and you could at least make the best of it, even if you were mentally female now and liked boys. Your name in this form was "Alice". It seemed pretty familiar to you, the realisation of which sent uncomfortable pangs through your stomach.
Now, you knew you had school soon. You took one last look at the smartly dressed schoolgirl in the mirror and smiled - at least you still enjoyed wearing this uniform all the time, and weren't ugly.