The restaurant is exactly like you thought it would be; extremally dull. Most of dinner you sat quitly while you parents talked about one thing or another. Every once and a while your sister would engage you in conversation.
What surprised you about this was that it was all topics you usually considered rather girly before, but now showed interest in and could easily follow.
Midway through desert, you realised that you needed to use the bathroom and asking to be excused, you made your way through the restaurant to the lavatory. There, you paused as you wondered if anyone would say anything about you using the woman's restroom or should you still use the men's room. After a minutes pause, you head into the woman's bathroom.
There you see at least three stalls and a woman standing in front of the sink, doing something with her make-up. As she ignores you, you figure you made the right choice and head for the nearest stall.
You are just about to undo you pants when you suddenly remember that the equipment girl's have force them to sit down to do what it is your about to do. Turning about in the stall, you pull your pants down and then sit down to do your business. Outside the stall, you hear the woman leaving.
Sitting down to pee is something rather new, after all you haven't done something like this since you were a toddler. But after a bit, you get over it and instead think how claustiphobic the stall is. Finishing, you wipe without giving it much thought, pull up your pants and exit the stall.
Outside, you look into the mirror as you wash your hands. Your hair is starting to even out and falls gracefully just past your shoulders. Looking closely, you think that you ears might be pierced, but can't be sure it's not a trick of the light. Beyond that, it is only your face that taking on a more feminine quality; rounder, softer, with almost a button nose and full lips.
Asking yourself, "Wonder what's going to change next," you look down at your chest and for some reason are disappointed that you are still rather flat chested.
Shaking your head, you exit the restroom and join your parents and your sister back at the table.
Afterward, you head home. There you begin to work on your homework, pausing only now and then to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. When you finally deside to go to bed, you receive yet another surprise.
Opening your dresser to get some pyjamas out, you pause as you take in what is before you. Instead of you normal evening wear, there is a selection of nightgowns, boxers, t-shirts and other types of pyjamas suitable for a female. Curious, you close the drawer and look in the rest of the dresser.
The only thing else you can find that has change is your top drawer. Instead of just underwear and socks, it also contains bras and pantyhose. And your underwear has taken on a feminine appearance of briefs, thongs and more boxers.
Closing the top drawer, you open the drawer with your pyjamas and take from it a white t-shirt with pink and purple hearts on it and after a bit of hesitency, one of the boxers.
Dressing in the boxers, you note that this article makes your legs look longer and a bit smoother. Putting on the shirt, liking how soft it feels against your skin, you wonder why it has to be so low cut and show off your belly, which looks kind of flat.
No answer comes to you and instead you climb into bed and lay beneath the covers, dressed like a girl would for bed. Your thoughts are troubled about certain things girls go through, but finally, in the end, you fall asleep.
In the morning, you are awoken by you mom telling you, "Young lady it's time to get up. Let's not go through the same routine that we do every morning," and then you hear her walking down the hall.
Blinking and looking around, you sit up, noting how sore and sensitve your nipples suddenly are. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you grab a towel and head for the bathroom. There, you turn the shower on, undress and climb in.
Without really thinking about it, you grab the shampoo and conditioner that smells strongly of berries and begin to wash your hair. Afterward, you grab the loofah sponge and body wash and begin to wash yourself. Towel wrapped around your chest like a girl, smelling strongly of berries, chest still rather uncomfortable, you head back to your room.
There, you sit down in front of a vanity and begin to comb and primp your hair into something cute. Afterward, now fully awake, you open you dresser and look inside.
What you see makes you take a step back and wonder, "Is this really happening? I just did my hair without thinking about it. And before that I washed myself with my sister and mother's hygiene products. And am I supposed to reall wear this?" The last question was directed at the bra, size B18, you'd just pulled out of the top drawer.
Thinking you might as well give it a try, you begin to pull the bra on over your sore and sensive nipples and chest, surprised how easy you pull it on. Next you pull on a pair on pink, low cut, bikini briefs. In the two lower drawers, your discover that your pants and shirts are still appropriate for a boy, which for some reason disappoints you.
Dressed, you grab a pair of ankle socks and head downstairs for breakfast and the school day ahead.