Your day had started weird and from the moment you awoke, it just kept getting weirder.
The first thing that you thought was out of place was your mother, calling out, "Heather. Get up. I don't want to have to drive you to school today," to which you had to wonder, "Who is heather?" And then your mother was in your room and repeating herself and suddenly it became all too real that the Heather that was supposed to get up was you.
Mumbling, "I'm up," you push back the covers and looking around your room, taking in the posters of cute boys and popular bands, you look down and remember the wish and how you've changed so far.
Stretching, you look down and the shrugging, seeing no immediate transformations that took place during the night, you exit your room, making your way toward the bathroom. As you passed Sally in the hall, she told you, "Mom's mad that you left your clothes lying all over the bathroom last night," but not saying one word about the fact that you are still wearing her nightshirt.
Shrugging this of mentally, you respond, "I was going to pick them up today," and then make you way into the bathroom as your sister tells you something you really don't hear.
Seeing that your mother already picked up your clothes, you instead move toward the toilet and lifting the hem of the shirt, you push down on the thong you're wearing and grasping your really tiny penis, you attempt to go to the bathroom.
After standing like that for an unknown period of time, the pressure on your bladder building, you look down and then wondering, "What the heck," you let go of your penis and turning around, you push down the underwear midway down your thighs thinking, "I wonder," as you sit down on the toilet to pee like a girl.
Immediately your bladder relieves itself, causing you near panic as it becomes aware that you can no longer pee standing up, "Seeing as nothing happens and it is kind of uncomfortable," you think as you finish up in the bathroom.
Back in your room, you begin to dress, finding the same boxers that are neither male or female in your dresser drawer, but also finding several bras that have a cup size of A and a band size of thirty, which confused you at first because you don't think you know even how to put on a bra.
And then, before you can stop yourself, you wrap the garment around your torso, snap it in place in the back, adjust your breasts so they are resting comfortable in the cups and then push up the shoulder straps, making a few more adjustments.
Next you pull on the boxers and then a pair of button-fly jeans that are really tight, but comfortable in a certain way, leaving you with the question, "Is this how a girl feels when she is dressed?" as you pull out a shirt that is neither masculine or feminine, but clearly shows off your body, something that bothers you.
Standing in front of your full-body mirror, you turn about, taking in your five foot three appearance, noting that it isn't just your torso that is taking on a feminine figure, but also your butt, hips, waist and thighs.
Sighing, you tell yourself, "It's what I wished for," as you dash downstairs for breakfast, only to find another weird twist.
Sitting down, dishing up yourself some cereal, you mother comes in and seeing you, she tells you, "I put your clean swimsuit in your backpack, along with a towel. Don't forget that I am picking you up after the swim meet, if you still want to get your ears pierced today."
Nodding, you tell your mother, "Yes Ma'am," as you wonder what happened to basketball practices. Looking at your mother, you ask, "I thought I was had basketball practice today."
Smiling, you mother told you, "Don't you remember? You tried out for both the basketball and the swim team, but were told by the basketball coach that you were to short. That was about two days ago. Remember?"
Nodding, unsure, you tell her, "Oh yeah. Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind," and continued eating your breakfast.
Bothered that you were no longer on the basketball team - you had been hoping to play professional someday - you hastily push your hair back into a ponytail, grab your coat, backpack and shoes and dashed out to wait for the bus, where you would find the biggest shock that day waiting for you.
The moment that you get on the bus, you make a beeline for your usual seat and sitting down, you tell the girl sitting there, "Morning Jamie," as she begins to talk to you.
It takes you a moment before you can finally put it together and when you do, you nearly gasp. Instead, you play it off as being cool, but inside your mind is doing mental flips as you take in the fact that you are not the only one changing - for sitting next to you is Jake, only wearing a dress, a cure blouse, hair longer and fuller, a chest pressed outward in what was clearly a B cup.
Thinking, "Is this part of my wish? Did I wish this by simply wishing I could be a girl," you talk with Jamie, easily following a conversation you would have thought to be really girly and feminine only a couple days ago.