Sitting on your bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and a tank top that just barely covered your chest, you reflect on the day that day that had just passed.
When the day started, you had been a male, but because you had gotten caught peeping into the girl's locker-room, a couple of girls had decided that best punishment was to turn you into a female, but with your male mind still present.
And, as if that wasn't bad enough, when you had searched the lockers, you found that your friends weren't there and running out into the hall, you found one of them...only to find him treating you as if you had always been a girl and that the events that had just transpired had never happened.
Horrified, you had taken off and eventually found yourself in the girl's toilet having a good cry and feeling really emotional for some reason. Afterward, you decide that you just have to deal with this, put the best foot forward and deal with what has happened.
But that wasn't so easy. From the very moment you left the girl's toilet, you started to notice things...boys that you thought were cute, which bothered you extremely because no matter how much you tried you just couldn't make turn yourself onto the thought of being with a girl.
You noticed certain boys looking at you and even at some points flirting with you. Disturbed, you blushed and made a hasty exit, unless you were in class and then you just turned away, still blushing focusing on your schoolwork.
But that wasn't your main problem of the day...this came in the form of a pressure on your bladder and suddenly you realised that you had to pee and that you didn't really know how to.
In the end you guessed and it was only after you got home, finding more changes there, that you were able to make an online search on several things about the female body...including the need to wipe after peeing and how it prevented odour and health problems from developing.
The only other thing about school that you found annoying was the girls that had done this to you. When you had confronted them after gym, they only laughed and turned away. Confronting them again didn't work and finally, on the fifth try, the main girl had told you, "Since you won't take a hint and you won't leave us alone, then the only solution is that you be removed from the private sector and go mainstream. Enjoy." And with that confusing remark, you watched them walk away giggling.
Now, you sat on your bed, disliking the way your body looked and felt, trying to sort out the effects that had taken place at home. Top of the list was your hygiene supplies which had pretty much tripled...leaving you to think that you were going to need an extra hour in the morning just to get ready.
The other majour things to change was your room...which now looked much more appropriate for a teenage girl...and all the pictures your mom had of you...which now reflected a girl growing up.
Sighing, you stand and setting your alarm clock, you flick off the light, telling yourself, "I'm just going have to continue to confront the girls until they undo what it is they have done to me," and climbing into bed, noting how soft the sheets were, you slowly fall asleep.
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Morning comes much too quickly in your opinion and with it brings even more surprises. The first is female grooming...which takes you longer then you thought and cause you to nearly miss your bus...which brings another surprise.
Dressed, unable to find your school uniform, figuring you'll just have to apply for a new one, you look at yourself in the mirror, taking in the loose-fitting long-sleeved white shirt, the button-fly black jeans, the canvas high-tops and then socks that just barely peek above the tops of your shoes.
Tracing a hand over your body, you wonder briefly if maybe you should wear a bra, but decide that the underwire is just too uncomfortable and then briefly thinking about the underwear your wearing...a thong complete with a panty liner for odour...you are distracted by a horn and your mom calling out, "Stephanie you bus is here."
Running toward the front door, you grab your jean jacket and your backpack...a pink, white and black coloured object...and kissing your mom goodbye, you exit.
Catching the bus, you sit down, thinking on how best to confront the girls. But all this is dashed the moment the bus comes to a stop and you realise that what the girls meant was that you have to now attend mainstream Juniour High.
Upset, wanting to suddenly cry again, you exit the bus and unsure of yourself, you cross your arms across your chest and after a moment of hesitation, you start to make your way into the school, wondering how worse things could get and how in the world you are going to ever confront the girls and make them turn you back.