Noah couldn't believe all that had changed. He was a girl, an actual woman. He couldn't stop feeling his jeans. They were skinnier than they had been before and Noah knew his dick was gone but he almost couldn't believe it. He also couldn't help but stare in the mirror. It was as if he vanished, and in his place some cute ginger girl had appeared. He studied his new face more and was a little creeped out. It was still close enough as to be recognized as once being his own, but also looked a lot like Stacy's, Noah's adoptive sister. Noah was really the biological daughter of Steven and Margaret now.
"I guess I should just call them mom and dad now." Noah said before quickly covering his mouth. At first Noah had panicked thinking Stacy had walked in or something, but it didn't take a genius to realize that his voice was not only girly, but sounded almost identical to his sister's.
Noah was a little freaked out but also incredibly thrilled. He didn't exactly want to be a girl, but the thought of actually being considered part of the family was too good to pass up. He smiled as he barely managed to squeeze the journal into his back pocket. He was annoyed that the pockets had shrunk but he figured it was just part of the change. He also laughed slightly as he squeezed his slightly bigger butt. He tried not to but they were too good to resist as he gave his new breasts a giggle. Finally focusing, he closed the door to his new, nicer room and made his way downstairs.
He had just entered the living room when a thought ran through his mind. "What if they still remember the old you? What if they don't recognize you and kick you out?!" He thought frantically. Noah hadn't thought this through very much and he was about to run back upstairs when he heard his mother's voice come from the other room.
"Natalie is that you sweetie? Can you help me prepare the cookies?"
"Natalie?" Noah thought confused. At least until he realized that reality must have fully changed. He couldn't believe that everyone though he had always been Natalie and Noah didn't even exist. He shook off that thought and walked into the kitchen to find the 40 something mother working away in the kitchen. She looked a bit like Stacy too, although she was shorter, older, and much thicker. He breasts and ass were often referred too by Noah's dad as "HUGE" and most people couldn't help but notice. Her mom jeans and sweater were blocked by an apron and her curly red hair was held back in a bun. She turned to see Noah enter the room and she smiled.
"There you are sweetie." She said warmly. Noah couldn't help but smile back as Margaret almost never showed this level of affection towards him. He was only taken out of thought by Margaret again. "Well don't just stand there! You're mommy's little cook after all and this surprise party is gonna need cookies." She said.
Noah snapped out of his daze and realized this wasn't all a dream and he needed to bake! Apparently female him knew how to cook, but Noah had never done anything in a kitchen in his life! He put on an apron and managed to tie his hair back in a pony tail after a few failed attempts. His mother handed him a tray and told him to get started on the doe. Noah smiled and nodded but as soon as he turned around his expression sank. He had no idea what he was doing!
Noah had placed the tray down, wondering what to do, when he suddenly wanted to slap himself. "The Journal, duh!" He thought as he whipped out the little book. After making sure no one was looking, Noah quickly jotted down "I know how to bake." in the journal. Suddenly his mind was filled with images of baking and cooking and chopping and all sorts of stuff. He quickly began preparing the cookies like it was instinct.
Baking them went like that as the decorations went up and plenty of time passed. Noah finally sat down on the living room table along with his mother, sister Stacy, his father, and his brother Phil. His baby sister Heather was with his aunt and Tina was out being distracted by friends. The family was chatting as they were all waiting for guests to come and Noah felt actual happiness. Sure maybe having a dick would be nice but he loved feeling loved. He figured this would be a perfect time to mess with the journal some more so he whipped it out under the table and began thinking up ideas.