You awaken the next morning with a fresh but unfamiliar scent in the air. It's fruity and quite delightful but you don't recognize it. The closest you could relate it to is when you've shared a bed with a girl you've "encountered" and many of said girls carried a simlar scent. But you are alone in bed....strange.
This string of thoughts is quickly interrupted by a phone alarm beeping indicting it is time to rise out of bed and start your day. With a slight groan you extend a hand from under the covers and press off the alarm. Alone again with your thoughts you immediately notice that you feel...different. Not bad or sick just different. Not like something's wrong but rather that it's not quite right, somethings out of place. You pull the covers from off your face and open your eyes.
You're in your room but you'd barley recgonize it as such. The walls are painted and decorated differently than they were last night. The blue and grey, more masculine tones of the colors in your room have been replaced by light colors and frills, it's quite feminine. And again that smell hits you, am abundance of feminine fragrances. You lean up in bed.
The first thing you notice is the strands of thick, brunette wavy hair that cast themselves over your eyes. You slowly pull these unfamiliar locks from your line of vision and in doing so take note of your hands. They're smaller than before, leaner, more feminine, and your nails are both longer and manicured. "What?!" You think aloud.
Immediately as your delicate voice escapes your full lips you're eyes widen and you gingerly place your hands on your throat. "Hello?" you anxiously ask after a moment just to hear your voice again. The same delicate, feminine, beautiful sounding voice escapes your lips once again. You gasp aloud and begin feeling various parts of your face.
You notice that your lips are so full and soft! It's a strange feeling. You're whole face feels smoother and softer and you can feel mascara and other various make ups caked on different parts of your face. Nothing too excessive but it's there.
You feel somethings not right, not at all. "What's going on?" you wonder as you gaze around the room. Unable to look down and possibly, probably, confirm a rousing suspicion you have, you rise out of bed.
And as you do so the truth of your situation becomes vastly unavoidable. With the slightest movement, just rising out of bed, you feel a heavy weight shift and jiggle beneath your clothes both on your chest and where your butt is. Apon standing you look down and gasp as your eyes grow wide. There before you is a set of some of the most beautiful boobs you've ever seen. Sizable but not too big and perfectly round encased in a sports bra underneath a low cut, form fitting, women's tank top. Your cleavage....your cleavage is daunting. You hover your hands over your boobs for a moment, unsure what to do, before you just dive in and begin squeezing, massaging, grabbing, and pulling your new assets to your hearts delight. Both scared and the excited you feel every square inch of your new breast. In between them, on top of them, on the sides, underneath where the breast meet your sternum. So many mixed emotions go flooding through your body.
After a moment of this you remember that a girl is much more than her boobs. Well maybe not this girl but nevertheless you run your hands down your sides feeling your incredible curves and flaired out, wide, feminine waist. Your hands run along your flat, toned naval, slightly exposed by the shortness of your top, and your hands eventually reach around to your back side where the are met by an unruly amount of flesh. You, almost instinctually, squeeze your butt as you look over your shoulder. You've never seen anything like it, except for maybe in your dreams. Your booty, and it is a booty, is gorgeous. Much like your boobs it's not too big but perfectly sized and proportioned and each cheek is shaped prefectly. As you gaze down, standing in place you sway your butt from side to side ever so slightly and bounce up and down. It's so supple!
At this point you notice you're no longer wearing your male trousers from last night but a form fitting pair of pajama shorts that cut off just shortly past the waistline. They're cute. Then you remember the one thing you hadn't noticed yet, you've been a little distracted. You look down at your tan legs and sort of kick one knee out slightly as you perch one foot on your toes. You're leggy as hell.
Your manicured hands reach down and ever so delicately, almost cautiously, grip the waist line of your shorts and pull the front out. In a moment of exuberant bravery you gasp and look down the front of your shorts at your brand new vagina. You're jaw nearly drops. "I have a vagina...holy shit. I have a vagina." you say under your breath in disbelief. You stare for a moment, you've never seen one from this perspective-it's quite strange, before letting the waist band of your shorts snap back to your naval. You look up "I'm a....a....a woman! I need a mirror"