Alan awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He groggily turned over in his bed and slapped his hand on the annoying machine. He played still on his stomach for a while before turning back onto his back and opening his eyes. He couldn't see the ceiling for a moment and wondered what was blocking his view, and as he brushed voluptuous golden locks out of his face, remembered what had all happened once again.
"God." He groaned aloud as he placed his manicured hands over his eyes. "I keep hoping to wake up and find out it was all a nightmare." He said to himself as he sat up.
"Sorry honey, it was all real." He heard a voice say as he turned to see his mother standing in the door way. She was wearing only male boxers and a white t-shirt. Her hair was short but a mess and her beard was scruffier than ever. It was all so weird since she was obviously still a woman as her breasts were nearly visible through the shirt and her legs were definitely not mens legs, even if they were now hairy. "Come on honey, first day of school as a girl. I promised to help you get ready remember?" She asked.
"I'm not a girl though." He said frustrated, secretly checking with his legs to make sure his dick was still there.
"No, you're not." She agreed. "But the rest of the world thinks you are." She the gestured for him to follow her.
Alan sadly rolled out of his now pink bed and followed his mom into the bathroom. Alan walked next to her and stared at the bathroom mirror. Staring back at him was a cute blond girl with a nice pair of tits and a cute butt. She had long blond hair that was a mess and was wearing a cute hello kitty pair of pajama pants. He cringed knowing this is what he would've have been if he was born a girl.
"Why do I have to get up so early again?" He asked rubbing his eyes.
Janet laughed. "Welcome to being a teenaged girl. Looking good takes time, and since you're on the cheer team I'd say you're probably a 'popular' type of girl. If you go in without makeup you'll be eaten alive." She explained.
Alan groaned as his mother walked him through what he needed to do. It felt like hours of useless knowledge and Alan hated every second of it. Once she was done and satisfied that Alan had a basic understanding, she left him to let him take a shower. Alan got undressed, although while trying to avoid watching the mirror. He wanted to look out of curiosity but he felt weird since it was technically him.
"Plus I don't want Stacy to get.... Oh shit Stacy!" Alan thought as he remembered his girlfriend. With everything that was going on, he had completely forgotten about her.
Alan quickly rushed into his room and found his phone. He scrolled though his contacts for a minute but couldn't find her name. He checked every contact with a nickname too but none of them were Stacy. He decided to try and look on instagram and after some searching he found her. She was still the beautiful, half-Asian cutie he remembered, but none of the pictures of them together were there.
It looked like she didn't have a new boyfriend, but Alan grew sad knowing she wouldn't remember him as him.
He sadly walked back into the bathroom and finished getting ready. After a quick shower, a frustratingly long hair drying session, and an even longer makeup session, Alan finally went downstairs, had a quick breakfast, and walked to school. He hated walking down the street in short shorts and a tank top but he had no other options that weren't a cheer uniform or a dress.
Finally making it to school, he was stopped from entering from someone in his grade. He had seen her around before but they had never talked. She was a cute African American girl with curly hair and a nice smile. He was pretty sure her name was Felicia. She said hi to "Alice" and asked how her trip went. Alan made small talk but started to try and pry deeper to find out what kind of a girl Alice was.
From what Alan could figure out, "Alice" was...