The night gives way to the sun, and young Timmy awoke with a stretch and a yawn. He glanced at the necklace, now without its light, laying on his nightstand, and proceeded to get up. First, he thought, was a shower.
His bathroom was shared between his sister and himself, placed in a way to link the rooms together. Inside, he proceeded to go about his morning duties, relieving himself, not forgetting to wipe, afterward brushing his teeth, washing his mouth, and stripping down for the shower. All of this he did in a haze, each morning he did the same routine to a dull precision.
He hopped into the hot shower and jumped awake from the heat. He did his usual routine of spinning around, then washing his hair, humming all the while. He failed to notice his voice sounding higher in pitch than usual, being drowned out by the tumble of the shower. He got out, toweled off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and took a final look in the mirror.
And stared.
And waved.
Finally, he moved a hand to his chest in disbelief. Sure enough, there were breasts in the way.
He jumped back in shock. There in the mirror was a delicate female looking clean out of the shower. Instead of his ordinary frame, there reflected a slim figure, waist weakly bending inward, breasts protruding noticeably from his chest, his towel clutching his defined hip. His hair hung just above his shoulders, and his face was now the quintessence of female beauty. Slowly, in disbelief, he pulled away his towel, taking in his now delicate arms and petite hands, each nail on it looking carefully groomed. His towel revealed that nothing lay under it except a pair of strong, hairless, stunning legs. His manhood wasn't there anymore.
Thoughts raced through his mind. Inside, he wanted to scream, but curiosity held a tighter grip than fear. Now a young woman, Timmy ran her hands over her face and body, feeling out its curves and detail. Surely enough, its image was no lie, as her hands fell into every groove and contour visible to her. She sat back on the toilet, too stunned to even move. Mindlessly, she groped her breast. Something felt distinct about this, almost important, more than the slight pleasure she felt rubbing it...
Timmy's sister walked into the bathroom, per her usual routine, just as groggy as Timmy had been. This time was different, however, as someone obstructed the toilet. Someone familiar, yet it wasn't Timmy as she thought, but instead a girl... 'Another girl in this house?!' she thought. Instantly, she became alert.
"Who are you?!" she pressed hard onto the dazed teenager.
Suddenly, Timmy came to, and a thought came to her mind. One rather devious thought. She got up, and made a break for her sister's room.
"Hey, stop! Don't run away from me!" Timmy's sister shouted, following the woman into her room. She was scrounging about the floor, looking for something. "What are you doing?! Stop going through my stuff!"
Timmy ignored her sister's commands, finally finding what she was looking for; the bra she had discarded only a few hours ago. She began to slip it on, and was greeted with a rather tight pressure. Timmy chuckled at her revelation.
"What's so funny?" Timmy's sister demanded, confused at the events in place.
"Oh, sister?" Timmy called back with a lurid smile. "Looks like someone is bigger than you..."