Chris stopped, suddenly puzzled. Her mother’s words hadn’t struck hard enough, but now that she was thinking a bit more, she realized that there was something wrong about what she had said.
“Did she just say—,” she paused, racking through her memory of what had happened back in the kitchen.
("We'll see if you change your mind" her mother had said. "Today though I'm taking you to get a manicure and pedicure. Finish your breakfast and then I'll help you with your clothes.")
Of course; girl stuff. She gulped. She looked around her room and cursed herself for not having a mirror. She had been given one once, but she had found more use in paintballing it in the backyard than actually admiring a figure of herself.
She rushed out of her room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Being in the room sent a wave over her body, telling her it was time to pee. She held it in though, and looked herself in the mirror.
She couldn’t help but leave her jaw hanging. It was one thing to wake up and find out she’d changed genders, but it was another to look at the full scope of things and realize that she were in fact…a pretty girl.
Chocolate brown hair that was shoulder length, a cute face, good sized breasts for her age, slim figure…she was gorgeous.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Are you okay, sweetie?” It was her mother.
Chris looked around the bathroom. She was already in there, might as well clean herself up.
“I’m going to shower, Mom,” Chris said. She fidgeted as she spoke. It was unnatural for such a girly voice to come out of her. It wasn’t right.
“Okay Chris; do you need any help?”
“No Mom,” Chris affirmed. She received a scary mental image of her mother helping her shower. “I can shower on my own.”
“I’ll get you some clothes.”
Chris heard her footsteps leave the hall. She turned back to the mirror and looked herself over again. She pulled off her shirt and found her breasts supported by a bra. She stopped, insecure about exactly how she was going to go about this. Though she was a guy on the inside, she was not the overly perverted type. She was modest about the female body and would never look at a girl in the nude.
“It’s only my body,” she said to herself and closed her eyes as she attempted to undo the bra. After many failed attempts, she wound up getting the scissors and cutting it off. When the bra came apart, she immediately covered her eyes, a squeak of sorts escaping her lips. She took a peak, and that one look at her breasts made her woozy. She turned away, but doing so made her look directly at her chest.
She held strong and refused to collapse. She pulled off the rest of her attire and stepped into the shower. As a boy, she liked the hot water a lot. She turned the knob all the way like she always had. Unfortunately, scalding hot was not to her likings anymore.
“Aiyee!”