The reality of your change sunk in when you saw your reflection in the Mirror in Milly’s room. You had wavy yellow hair just like your Mummy. When Mummy pulled off your shirt, shorts and then your pull up’s you had to face the truth. You no longer had your dickie. All you had between your legs was a slit.
“Why Mummy?” you said in despair
“Because you were chauvinistic. I told you there were consequences. Now you will be a girl for a day”
“Can I be a boy again?”
“Only if you are a good girl and behave. Now we have a decision. Milly no longer wears pull ups. She tells her Mummy whenever she needs to pee. If you can do the same you can wear these pretty panties. A good girl would”
“I’ll be a good girl” You wanted to grow your dickie back.
“And look at the pretty dress Milly is going to lend you. Don’t say anything about girl germs. You have already caught them. You are a girl now so you need to behave like one”
“But Mummy! I want to be a boy!”
“I’m sorry Daisy. That’s just not possible any more. You will be a girl until the morning. Now let me help you put this on”
You had to behave and do what Mummy said if you wanted to be a boy again. Reluctantly you stood there as Mummy pulled up the panties onto your now smooth groin. They had stars on them. Then she put you into a light blue dress. At least it was a boy’s colour and not pink. Pity that it had bows all over it.
Mummy held one of your hands as she followed Milly’s parents to the playground. Reluctantly you let Milly hold your other hand. It was too late already to avoid girl germs.