Katie woke up excited, put on her most flirty sundress, and headed for school the next morning.
She talked to her friends (she did a lot of talking) and looked at her courses for the year. They were not the AP courses she would be taking as a guy, but instead a much lighter load. She justified it in her head as being nessessary to have a social life, but knew deep down she wasn't very good at science or math. This didn't bother her though, for she wanted to become a housewife, and other than home-ec nothing was really important.
Her grades showed. While as a guy she was a straight-A student, she now got around 80s, no matter how hard she tried. She felt that because of this, she didn't need to try hard.
As the year wore on, she noticed other things about herself. When before as a guy she always wore a watch, due mostly to fear of being late, she instead wore jewlery. She also wore a lot of it. So much, in fact, that her left hand was more or less useless between the bracelets and rings. This was not a problem, for she was right-handed now, and had very pretty handwriting. As a guy she always had terrible handwriting and was a lefty.
Katie, day by day, was becoming more and more "normal". Not that she realized it anymore, but the memory priority setting was slowly causing her brain to pull up her memories as always being Katie faster and faster, while her memories of John were slowly becoming harder and harder to access.
It became difficult for her to remember how much she used to love computers, and what girls she used to have a crush on as a guy, and even how her Mom treated her as a guy.
One day after school Katie was very tired. She fell asleep watching the OC. She dreamed that she was forgetting things, going blank, but she couldn't remember what it was she wasn't remembering.
The next day in school her friend Abby asked her, "Katie, have you ever wondered what it would be like being a guy?"
"No," she began to answer. "I've always kind of realized that girls are perfect, and never even thought about it." "I guess you're right," Abby said.
At that moment, though she didn't realize it, every last remnant of John was gone. Katie had fully taken over. And she was suprisingly complacent with her life since then.