The evening passed slowly and about the only really exciting thing that happened at the restaurant was when you met your grandparents and they commented loudly on pretty and grown-up you were starting to look, that you must wear dresses more often and that they wanted a picture of you and your sister.
Afterward, you return home, wanting only to slip into a pair of soft pyjamas and climb beneath the sheets of your bed, happy for once that the voice in your head has finally shut-up as you head for your room, bidding your parents and your sister, "Good night."
Inside your room, you shut the door, glance at the mirror, and twirl about in place, liking the way the dress moved as you did so. Reaching back, you undo the zipper and slipping the dress off, you lay it over the back of the chair in front of your vanity slash desk. Turning back to the mirror, wearing nothing but your underwear and bra, you look at the reflection, wondering about several things. After a moment, you turn away and head for your dresser.
Taking out a pair of pyjama bottoms and a shirt, you return to the mirror and dropping the items onto the bean-bag chair, you reach up, undo the clasp between the cups of your bra and tossing the garment in with the dirty laundry, you reach down and slowly removed your underwear, stopping only to toss it also into the laundry basket, you mind more on what was now being reflected.
Gone are your penis and testicles, replaced by smooth, flat skin with just a hint of what is definitely a girl's private region. Laying down on the bean-bag, you spread your legs and look at the area, thinking, "Well that confirms it. I am definitely a girl," and closing your legs, reaching for your pyjama bottoms, you wonder if maybe it wasn't just a dream that made you think that you had a penis and testicles, but are unsure how that would even be possible, seeing as you clearly had that about five to six hours earlier.
Finished getting dressed for bed, you click off the light and climbing between the sheets, you lay on your side, staring off into the dark, the sheet and comforter hugged close to your body. As you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, question began to permeate your mind, but you have no answer to the questions and after a moment, you fell asleep.
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Sitting up, gasping aloud, you push a lock of long, brown hair from your face, looking around. A voice nearby explained, "Treatment has been completed. You may return to class," and looking towards the voice, you watched as Headmistress Yu put away what looked like a vial and a hypodermic needle.
Shifting about, you asked, "What did you do?" realisng, as you posed your question, that you voice sounded different, almost like what a young girl's would.
Smiling at you, Mistress Yu simply explained, "You were naughty. You had the treatment. You are better. You may return to class. Failure to comply will signify that you are not better and that you need another level of the treatment."
Unsure about this, looking at the Headmistress, you nod after a moment and respond with, "I will return to class. Do I need a hall pass to do so?"
Mistress Yu hands you a slip of paper and taking it and standing, you began to leave, but stop and turning, you asked, "May I use the bathroom before returning to class," you mind suddenly coming to terms with the fact that something was clearly wrong with your hair and that you needed to see for yourself what was wrong.
A nod from the Headmistress, who told you, "But do not tarry to long or you will receive a tardy."
Exiting the office of Mistress Yu, you quickly head down the hallway, down the stairs, glance at the slip of paper you are holding, noting which class you are supposed to be in and that only a couple hours have passed since you where caught outside and then slip into one of the bathrooms near you class.
Making your way toward the mirror, you gasp out loud as you take in the round and youthful feminine face, accented by a head of long, brown hair that goes past your shoulders, and turning sideways, you touch the hair, liking how soft it felt in your hands. Facing forward, you take in as much of your reflection, noting that you look, at least in the face, more like a nine year old girl then before the treatment.
Asking yourself, "Is that what the treatment does? Makes you look more feminine?" hating how much like a girl you sound, you exit the bathroom and head for class.
Inside, you note that everyone was busy studying from their books and handing the note to the teacher, you wait as he read it quietly before explaining that you must also serve detention this Saturday and Sunday with the head of the cleaning staff. Taking you seat, you mind on other things besides detention, you silently asked yourself, "Am I to become a girl? Is that my fate?" as your mind kept returning to the troubling issue of the treatment and the odd dream you hand involving you, your parents and your older sister Jackie, who you could have sworn was your older brother Jack as some point or another.