You wake up wondering what the next change is. You are sleeping in boxers and a tank top and can feel your long hair, now taking on a reddish colour and dropping past your shoulders. The first thing you notice is that your legs and arms are still very feminine in appearance complete with two petite hands and small feet. Sighing you get out of bed and decided after a hot shower and breakfast you must find the witch who put this curse on you.
Walking into the bathroom you turn on the shower to hot and crossing your arms at the lowest point of the shirt you bring it up and over your hand like you think you've done all your life. Next you slide your boxers off and climb in the shower.
The moment the warm waters hits your soft skin you immediately know what the change is.
Glancing down you are still flat chested and wonder briefly to yourself, "Why then did I take off my shirt like a woman with a full set of breasts?" But you don't puzzle on this long because of what you see next.
Or more correctly is the lack of what you cant see; for your penis and testicles are now gone and all that remains is smooth clean shaven skin. Placing your hand down there you suddenly realize that this touch combined with the water feels really good and decide to explore this new area some more.
Down between your legs your hands snakes, feeling first the button nub that is your clitoris and the partial covering that is your clitoris hood. Past this and then past your urethra to your vagina.
Fumbling about for a bit you finally get the rhythm down and eventually manage to get your juices flowing and then stick three fingers up into your vagina to gently tickle your G-Spot.
Afterwards you relish in the feel of a hot shower; only briefly noticing that your hygiene products are now something more suitable for a woman; including a loofah sponge, body lather, a facial sponge, a facial cleanser and moistener and a two in one shampoo and conditioner. After your shower you wrap yourself in a large fluffy towel, your hair in another towel and go back to your room.
You then spend the next hour getting ready to face the day; brush and style your hair, a pair of chandelier earrings, make-up, a pleasant smelling perfume, a size medium tight revealing short sleeve shirt with Hello Kitty on the front, a pair of low cut bikini briefs size S/M, a pair of button fly pants size seven, a pair of white socks with pink tows and heal that just barely come up to your ankle.
From here you go downstairs to have breakfast, a bowel of cereal, and then you look for your purse.
Picking it up you make sure all the necessities are inside; including make-up, house keys, wallet and tampons. The last item bothers you because with sudden realization on how far this new transformation has gone and that you are due soon for your monthly.
Grabbing a jean jacket, you quickly lace up a pair of white high tops with pink and purple laces and decide that you have to find the witch today.
Nine hours later, you return dejected to your house as you still could not find the witch. Sitting down at the table you suddenly feel like crying. After a bit you decide you go to the bathroom to relieve yourself only to find afterwards that your bleeding from a new place.
With some difficulty you manage to get the tampon in and decide to skip dinner as you don't feel very good as a wave of cramps flash across your abdomen.
Taking off your clothes except your underwear, you pull on a spaghetti strapped tank top and a pair of sweats and climb into bed.
You awake the next morning with a hand wrapped lovenly around you you and cupping one of you B cup sized breasts; which has slipped over the top of you tank top. Pressing into you is what feels like a male erection and you think to yourself, "If I wasn't on my monthly I would love to feel that in my vagina."
Wondering if the other changes are still present, you shift and slip one of your petite hands down your sweat pants, over the top of your underwear and down till you can feel the flat skin and past that to your nether regions, which are still very mush female.
As you shift and pull your hand out a masculine voices says rather sleepily in your ear, "Morning sweetheart."