Insider the box was a pair of men's boxers.
"Why would anyone sent me men's underwear," she said out loud. "Does someone think I'm a guy!"
She picked up the shorts, and a small card fell out. It had some instructions written on it.
Rachel read the card:
If you wear these boxers, you will come into great riches and prosper.
Rachel slowly set the card down. Did she really want to wear men's underwear? What if someone found out! They'd think she was gay or something. But did she want to pass up a chance at becoming rich. No one was around, but still she wanted this to be private. She went in her bedroom. She pulled off her skirt and panties and gazed reluctantly at the boxer shorts.
"The card didn't say how long I had to wear them," she thought. "I'll just put them on, see what happens and then take them off again."
She nodded her head in agreement with this decision and sat down on her bed. She put the boxers on one leg at a time and then pulled them up. She felt a pleasant sensation and then suddenly lost consciousness. She flopped down on her bed and didn't feel anything for a while. But while she was out, the boxers softly touched her clitoris and labia. The clitoris started to grow and expand, developing a head and grew into a 8-inch penis and it wasn't even hard. The labia grew larger and developed into a scrotum, which then prepared itself for the testicles (Rachel's former ovaries) to decent. They soon did and other changes soon surfaced, She grew lean and muscular. Her hair receded into her head until it was short and her breasts vanished. Everything about her became masculine and then the magic started on her room.
Rachel suddenly woke up when the front door opened and closed loudly.
Her mother came into her room. "Randall," she started. "I need your help bringing in the groceries. Hurry and get some pants on, you can't lay around all day in your boxers and a T-shirt." Rachel's mother left.
"Randall," Rachel exclaimed. "That's not my name!" Then she looked around her room. It was nothing like it had been. A guitar lay in the corner and the dresser and closet all had boy's clothing in them.
A signed baseball sat on the dresser next to a Picture of a boy at his graduation. This stuff wasn't hers and yet at the back of her mind a voice told her it was.
"Hurry up," called her mother's voice. She threw on a pair of pants and some some she found by the bed, only briefly looking the mirror and seeing the boy in the photo was her.