The girl in the mirror took Tim's breath away. She was absolutely gorgeous. Tim had never seen this girl
before, but she did look vaguely familiar, and it wasn't difficult for Tim to put two and two together and
realize who this was: it was himself as a girl. It was the girl he would have become had he been born female
instead of male. But while Tim had been a homely, unpopular nerd who had never been attractive to girls, this
girl, this female version of him, was breathtakingly beautiful.
It wasn't as though Paul's spell had turned Tim into a girl and then made him more attractive; the girl in the
mirror wasn't an improbable female double. Indeed, as Tim took in his features, he realized that yes, this was
exactly how he would have looked as a girl. But somehow, all the things that Tim hated about his male body
actually made him attractive as a girl. Where Tim had been "short", this girl was "petite". Where he had been
skinny and gangly, this girl was slender and lithe. While Tim had had a soft, wimpy, almost effeminate figure,
this girl, this "Tammy", was curvy and feminine, with broad hips, ample breasts, narrow shoulders, a narrow
waist, graceful legs. Tim's weak, childish, unmasculine facial features were Tammy's soft chin, her full lips,
her large eyes, her cute nose. Tammy was a perfect, feminine beauty, in a way that, indeed, a more masculine,
more attractive guy could never have been as a woman. Whereas his genetics had kind of screwed him over in the
looks department as a guy, they had been an abosolute blessing as a girl.
Tim had a hard time believing the girl in the mirror was himself, and it blew his mind to think that such a
homely boy could make such a beautiful girl, but there were just too many similarities for him to deny it. Tim
and Tammy were a perfect, balanced equation, and Tim had just gone from being one of the least popular boys in
school to one of the hottest girls in school.
He looked in awe at his reflection a moment longer, then stumbled dazedly back to the kitchen, where he picked
up the phone. "Paul? Are you still there?"
"Tammy?" Paul asked. "What's going on?"
"Paul," Tim said, "who do you think I am?"
"What do you mean?" Paul said. "You're Tammy Sherman. You're..."