After calming down a bit, I looked in the mirror again. This time, I noticed that my reflection was not exactly of my sister, but I had a lot of resemblance to her. Yet, it still looked a bit like me in some ways. I began to wonder if this is what I would have looked like had I been born a girl. I certainly would have been pretty good looking. I could not stop looking myself over.
After the initial shock had worn off, I began to enjoy looking at myself. One thing I could not get over was that when I looked down, I had two boobs in my way. In the mirror, they looked right, but looking down on them made them seem so much bigger. The weight of them threw me off a bit too. I did a couple of jumps just to watch and feel them bounce. This was pretty cool.
However, reality began to set in and I began to wonder if I would ever be able to make it back to being myself again. Was this body only for a little time, and then the effects would wear off? Or was it permanent? As I thought harder about turning into my male self, I felt tingly again. Thats when, out of my peripheral vision, I saw the room shrink a bit. Looking down, the boobs I had were nearly non-existant and my hair no longer hung in my eyes. Looking in the mirror, I saw my face return as muscle grew back on my limbs.
So, I could work this by imagining my form. This was a surprise beyond any of my dreams. I was the luckiest man on earth, in some people's point of view. I would be the first guy to truly know what it was like to be a woman. Wait till my friends hear about this.