Michelle was awakened by the irritating sound of a typical alarm clock, and a bright, early sun filtering through the window. She heard a woman's voice softly call out; "ok, Jack. You know the rules. Just because it's Saturday, doesn't mean you get to sleep in."
"Huh?" You moan.
"Breakfast is almost ready, honey. Now get up, take a shower, and get dressed. I have some things for you to do today."
Michelle slowly looks around. She's in a completely different room than the one she went to sleep in! This wasn't her room! This wasn't her house!
The door to the strange bedroom closed softly. Michelle looked over quickly. Then looked around and scanned the bedroom she found herself in.
"What the....?"
Her voice! It sounded somehow different to her ears! She slowly pulls her arm out from under the covers of the smaller twin-sized bed with a boyish navy blue comforter on top.
Her arm! She sat there in amazement, looking at her arm! It was a different color for some reason. Slightly lighter skin tone than what she was used to seeing. And a little pudgier. She pulled her other arm from out of the covers, and studied that as well. Same thing! And her hands! Lighter skinned. Again, slightly pudgier. Her fingers were still on the long and thin side. Just not as long and not as thin. And her nails, even though they're in good shape, were much shorter and shaped somehow differently.
Her hear was racing as she sat up in bed. She found she was wearing a white undershirt. And her boobs! They're gone! She was flat-chested! And ever-so-slightly pudgy.
"What the-!?" She said again, in her different voice.
She flung the covers completely off her body, and revealed the body of a young boy wearing only boxers and a white undershirt! She also noticed the lack of her long, silky locks.
Michelle leaped out of this strange foreign bed, and landed on her much more youthful, male legs. Beginning to hyperventilate, she stood there in her male underwear, looking all around her new body. Feeling nothing on her chest. And her flatter ass. Feeling her shorter, shaggier hair.
Looking up for a second, she saw a full-body mirror hanging from the bedroom door. Walking over to it, unused to having certain areas of her body not jiggling, she stood in front of it in complete shock.
There, before her, was image of her twin boys' 11 year old best friend! Shortish shaggy red hair. Green eyes. And worst of all, slightly pudgy face smattered in orange freckles.
She stood there, studying the boy looking back at her from the mirror with his usual furrowed eyebrows. The boy always had his brows somewhat furrowed. Like he was always thinking of doing something. Or in intense concentration. Now Michelle was doing it without thinking!
"OMG, this isn't happening," Michelle said quietly with her new young male voice.
She then felt a "stirring" inside her boxers. Without thinking, she touched it. This made her jump as her eyes got bigger and her mouth opened slightly. The mirror image of Jack did the same.
"Oh no. I've got a...." She couldn't finish the sentence.