Slowly consciousness comes back to you and you realise that you are lying on your bed, looking at the ceiling of your bedroom, which has a poster of guy with no shirt on stapled in place. Rolling over, feeling first the comforter and sheets and then the mattress press into your breasts only brings back to reality the situation you are in.
A week ago you had been caught in the girl's locker room of a private school and then forcibly turned into a girl as punishment. And then to add insult, you were somehow switched to the mainstream school district.
There you learned how it felt to be a girl, though you really had no clue as to how to act like a girl as your mind was still male, as you were subjected to one form of femininity after another.
First it was gym class, with all the boys checking you and a couple girls out. Then it was the embarrassment of being asked out by one after another. After that was your period, which you still haven't figured out and use a combination of panty-liners and toilet paper to temporarily solve the problem.
Sighing, you roll over again, only to be confronted about another issue. Lying on the floor is a purple dildo and a sex magazine...the end results to you seeing if you were really still turned on by girls or if your body and mind would respond to pictures and thoughts about boys...which, to your slight horror, you body did...as well as responding to the pleasing smell of several candles and a cool breeze blowing from a fan.
Shoving the magazine and dildo under your bed, you stand and stretch. After a moment, you pull on a robe and head for the bathroom. Inside, you sit down to pee, something that is getting a bit easier to understand and complete. Afterward, you run the shower, thinking on the time that you first attempted to wash you female body....which was a total disaster as you didn't really know what to do and what to use...ending in you taking several hours to wash and complete any other matters related to hygiene.
Inside the shower, you let the warm water flow over your body and then after moment, you gently caress your legs and then touch your armpits, glad you don't have to shave them just yet...like you did about a couple days ago, still struggling with the hair exfoliation products such as Nair and a rubber-tipped razor.
After your shower, which took less time than the first time, though you are still upset that it takes you at least twenty minutes to properly wash you feminine body, you exit the shower and begin to dry off.
Afterward, towel wrapped around your mid-section, you exit the bathroom and return to your room. Sitting down in front of the mirror on your vanity, you begin to work with your hair, bothered by the fact that you need to do anything with it. As you do this, you think back on your efforts to once again confront the girls that had did this to you.
About four days ago you had finally located the private school and were ready to confront the girls yet again. The only problem was a teacher, whom upon catching you, threw you out with the promise of calling the police if she caught you on the grounds again.
Dismayed, you tried to catch up with the girls when they left, but watched as every single time they got a ride with someone.
Wondering if you could track them down at their homes, you stand and dropping the towel to the floor, you pad across the room and opening the dresser, you take out a bra, something your also bothered about having to wear. After you have the bra on and your breasts are tucked in place, you pull on a pair of low-cut bikini briefs, a tight-white T-shirt with a pink and purple heart on the front and then a pair of button-fly jeans.
Disliking how tight everything was and how it showed off your body, but unwilling to really do anything to change your clothes situation on account that you really didn't know the first thing about clothes shopping, you pull on a pair of socks and head downstairs for breakfast; your mind flitting through various options on getting out of your feminine situation, although less then what you had about two weeks ago.