Jessica stared at Kyle's reflection. His brow furrowed in disapproval. "Come on, Jessica," she said to herself, "you're the captain of the cheer squad. You unanimously won the homecoming crown. There's nothing you can't do!" Kyle's shoulders slumped and Jessica sighed. Her pep talk sounded bizarre coming from Kyle's lips, the way his voice cracked made everything she'd said sound like a question. She sighed again and decided that she was just putting off the inevitable. She grabbed the bottom of the large tee shirt and pulled it over her head, she struggled when it got caught in the glasses, but managed to slough it off. Jessica looked down at her bare boy chest, it was completely void of hair except for the trail that grew out from under the waistband and up to her bellybutton. She cupped her chest, or at least she tried, it was strange feeling flatness where she was so used to having breasts. "At least I'm not fat," she whispered as she pat Kyle's flat but undefined stomach. She raised her long arms and stroked the wiry hairs sticking out from her armpits. Being a boy was weird. She turned around and turned the shower on, turning the knobs this way and that until she got the water to a comfortable temperature.
Wincing, she undid her jeans' button and stuck her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them off. She wiggled her long legs and maneuvered her large feet out of them, tossing them aside. Jessica stood under the stream of hot water, her eyes focused on the ceiling, completely naked, in a boy's body. Eventually the water hitting the glasses started bothering her, she took them off and with her long, skinny arms, set them on the counter. She reached for a bottle and squinted at the label. "Three in one, shampoo, conditioner, and body wash?" she read out loud, "you've got to be kidding me." She looked around, but other than a loofa hanging from the shower knob, the shower was empty. With an exasperated groan, she squeezed too much shampoo onto her wide palm and lathered Kyle's mousy brown curls. Turns out, she realized, that shorter hair needs less shampoo. She rinsed and repeated, this time squeezing out a more appropriate amount. With her hair washed, she grabbed the loofa and squeezed the same ridiculous bottle onto it. She began with the most urgent area: Kyle's pits. Once those were taken care of she moved on, making sure every inch of this gross body was thoroughly washed. She kept her eyes on the faucet as she moved the loofa down and past her waist.
Her hand bumped against something between her legs. She ignored it and continued moving down, but a spark of curiosity ignited in the back of her mind. She was confronted with the elephant's trunk on the room again as she rinsed off the suds. Giving in, she slid a hand down her torso, past the unkempt bush of pubes and grabbed a handful of her new manhood. She felt a tingling sensation run up her spine. She looked down and stared at the thing she held in her hand. She'd seen plenty of dicks before, and this one was no different. It was painfully average; nothing to be proud of, no, but nothing to be ashamed of either. She slid her hand away from the shaft and cupped her balls, another wave of electricity filled her...