I decided to try and live like this for a while, at least until the doctor returned. I didn't think I'd turn into a little girl over night and so decided to go with the flow of things.
Going out, I purchase at the local department store several different items from the woman's department. After a thought, I also bought some items from the girl's section, "Just in case I have to live as a little girl," I told myself as I also purchased a full body mirror and several hygiene supplies a female would use for cleaning her body.
Home, I washed the clothes first and then afterward, I stood in front of the mirror, trying them on. I was bothered by how much I like to feel them pressed against my soft skin, but what truly disturbed me was how nice some of the items felt pressed against my shaved crotch, but this didn't stop me from first taking a shower and trying out the new cleaning products and then falling asleep in nothing but a black Negligee.
In the morning, I awoke to find that my hair length had tripled over night and had also changed to a medium red colour. Glad that I had bought a brush, I looked into the bathroom mirror and began to brush the hair that now fell below my shoulders.
After I fixed my hair and pulled it back into a braid, I got dressed, forcing myself to wear the woman's panties. The day past uneventful, except for the fact I was enjoying wearing these clothes and in truth, I had nothing I could see wrong happen until I walked into the doctor's office on Tuesday.
Looking about and then at myself, I realized something was off. It wasn't until I greeted the doctor and he asked me, "Did you do something different?"
Weighing me, he found that I'd lost nineteen pounds and when he took my height, he found that I'd shrunk five inches; I had apparently changed some more and didn't know it. Leading into his office, I had that sinking feeling again as he told me to take a seat and said he was going to start with the bad news and move onto the good news.