You are sitting on the toilet in the girl's restroom at school. It's lunch period, but you are not really hungry. Instead, you are more interested in the final leg of your transformation.
For the past day and a half your penis and testicles have been growing smaller and smaller. And to top it all off, a pink gash had began to form just the other day betwen your legs. You knew what this was, but that still didn't stop you from touching it.
And now, the you are finally witnessing the last step in your transformation from a boy to a girl. Before your eyes, you watch as your penis and testicles shrink and shrink until there is nothing but smooth skin. From the way you're sitting, you can just make out the final transformation your vulva is undergoing. Dropping the dress you are holding...a one piece, strapless, spring fashion...you sit and thinking about how soft the article of clothing feels against your soft and feminine skin.
Curious, you reach down and press the cloth into your crotch and nearly giggle out loud as you relish how soft and silky it feels pressed against your lips majour and minour. Thinking, "Glad I decided not to wear underwear today," you stand and exit the stall.
Standing in front of the mirror, you look at your reflection. Your hair, which now falls down past your shoulders, is done up in a tight braided plait. A small hint of make-up dusts your cheeks, while a bit of it also is present on your lips. A pleasent smelling perfume can be smelt, while on the sink a purse rests and on the floor is your backpack. Looking at the ring and the bracelets your are wearing, you ask yourself, "Can I live like this. I am a girl now. Should I pass the note on or tear it up?"
Leaning forward, you take in the swell of your pert B cup and smile as just the right amount of clevage is showing. Straighting up, you pick up your purse, which appeared yesterday, pick up your backpack, turn and exit the restroom, thinking, "Maybe I will get some lunch. I can hook up with Melissa, Cathy and Ann in the cafateria."
Without thinking about, you stop on the way to the lunchroom and enter an empty classroom. Glad nobody's there and that it's not a room you have classes in, you open a text book, Social Studies, that someone left sitting on a desk and slip the note inside.
Your desicion made, you turn a exit the room. In fifteen minutes the bell rings and the classroom begins to fill. Part way through class, another bored student finds the note and makes their wish.