John was your typical American. Crew cut length blond hair and blue eyes that complemented them. At age thirty he was well muscled and and rather dark tan from working outside all day. A lot of woman would find him downright attractive, but he had not dated yet and was still waiting for what he felt should be the right one.
His transformation happened with out him really knowing it happened occurred. John came home as usual, ate his dinner in peace and quiet ans sat an watched T.V. afterward.
He went to bed about ten and slept soundly. Waking at seven he rose and was just about to start his morning routine when he fell out of bed.
"That was odd," John thought to himself and noticed that the bed was slightly higher then normal.
Standing he walked into the bathroom and almost screamed when he turned on the light. Closing the door he looked at the mirror that someone before him had covered one of the walls with. At first he thought there was someone else in the room and then he realized that this was his reflection staring back.
Only it wasn't him. Looking down and then up to the mirror he ran a hand across his body. He now had small A cup breasts, some of the baby fat he had lost when he grew up was back and the area between his legs was smooth. On top of all that his body hair was gone. Laying down he spread his legs, looked at the clitoris, clitoris hood and vagina that had formed there and then started probed the new area, but stopped when he became alarmed that this was turning him on.
Standing up and looking in the mirror he realized that some how he been turned into a kid and not just any kid but a twelve year old female.
Not really understanding this new body John came to the conclusion that he would half to think of himself as a female from now on.
Climbing into the tub she turned the shower on cleaned herself. The hot water felt great against her naked body and she took her time washing; which at first was difficult as first, but then all the pieces fell into place.
Afterwards she wrapped herself in large fluffy towel and went out into the Kitchen to find breakfast. Pouring a bowl of cereal she sat and thought on her predicament. The first thing she realized was that she could no longer refer to herself as John. Thinking she decided that the name Stephanie was cute and decided that was her name until she could figure out what happened and if she could change back. The other thing that she was worried about was clothes and food.
When she was an adult, something that she was starting to think of a weird erotic dream, she used cash for all her purchases and did not own a single debit or credit card.
It was as she was thinking on this that there was knock on the door,