Travis woke up. He'd been having the strangest dream about turning into a pretty girl...
Oh shit. He sat up in bed, and sure enough, it had been no dream. "Oh man, what the hell, this can't be happening!"
Not that being a girl was bad, in fact, to his astonishment, he really liked his new body. But the problems hit him at once like a ton of bricks. Nobody would believe that he...er...she was really Travis! In one fell swoop, she'd lost her family, friends, job- her whole identity! How was she going to survive?
Then she thought about Kelly, her hot new girlfriend. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What am I going to do?"
Well, she'd have to try. The urge to call Kelly was overpowering, and she went looking for her cellphone. Ah, there it was, she'd dropped it by the door when she'd undressed. Oddly, Kelly's number wasn't programmed into the phone, but she easily remembered it.
But wait, her voice was different now! The instant she said "Hey Kelly, it's me, Travis", Kelly would hang up for sure!
She decided to text Kelly. 'Babe, something crazy has happened to me. I need your help, can we meet?'
Several minutes went by, and just as she felt herself start to freak out, she got a reply.
'Sorry was in shower. Come to my place?'
Travis replied to the text, saying she'd be there soon. Rummaging through her clothes, she realized nothing would fit. She'd been over 6' tall as a guy, but she was a lot smaller now. She wasn't sure how tall she was now, but she was sure anything she owned would hang on her like a tent. She looked younger too, she guessed she was about sixteen or so. Just barely old enough to drive, not that her license would do her any good if she were pulled over.
Fortunately, his ex-girlfriend had left some clothes in the apartment. Honestly, Travis couldn't recall why they had broken up, Natalie was very pretty and they'd gotten along well. Shaking her head, she put that out of her mind for the moment. Nat was a tall girl, so her clothing didn't fit well either, but it was better, at least. Travis balked at putting on her panties, but then felt sudden amusement, and actually giggled.
"Well, I always liked getting in her pants before, why should that change now?"
She decided to forgo shoes- hers had almost fallen off making it back to the apartment as it was. Making her way to the back where her Mustang was parked, she opened the door and climbed in, only to immediately realize once again how much smaller she was. Pulling the seat all the way forward still made her feel like she could only just see over the dashboard, as if she'd become a child instead of a teenager. She had some of her old college books in the trunk, however, and she found that a couple of engineering texts helped immensely.
"Because of course, I had to have the bucket seats!" She grumbled. She couldn't help but smile, however. She really liked the sound of her new voice. Turning the key, the Mustang's engine roared to life, and she turned on the stereo. Soon she was singing along to Nine Inch Nails as she (cautiously- the last thing she needed to do was be pulled over) as she drove to Kelly's house. The Mustang was almost too much car for her now, but she'd hate to give it up. It had been her first car, after getting it from her Uncle when she was 16. She'd spent an entire summer learning how to repair it, which is what had inspired her love for all things mechanical.
It was with these bittersweet thoughts in mind that she arrived at Kelly's place.