Wanting to test her hypothesis she quickly rummaged through her purse until she found what she was looking for. The driver's license should not be where she found it because she had yet to take the test. She had not bothered to get one when everyone drove her around anyway. The picture was of a slightly more masculine version of her with the date being the day before. She vaguely remembered going to the DMV but it was not one of her real memories. It was obviously a fabrication of the curse. The name on the license was Roberta Norman Smith. She had a fuzzy recognition of calling herself "Bobbi with an I" to the clerk. The gender marked on the card was female with a caveat. She didn't know what the numeric code meant though. It was possibly to let people know she was older than she appeared to be.
Confirming that she was in fact a middle aged man transforming into a teenage girl she suddenly felt silly being dressed as a cheerleader. There was no way the squad would have let her on the team already so it seemed almost like a fetish costume. She definitely could not wear it to school, if she even decided to go. She wasn't even sure why or how she was enrolled in the school. There was probably a reason that would seem logical to everyone but her since she was the victim.
Quickly stripping off the uniform, almost disgusted that she had been wearing it, she examined herself in the mirror again. Standing in a pink bra and panties she looked ridiculous. Her slight paunch and masculine frame did not lend itself to such feminine attire. She also apparently hadn't shaved her stomach, armpits or legs and she was practically furry. Thankfully the hair had disipated from her face and chest leaving breasts free from fuzz. She was definitely not going to school looking like a yeti even if she was physically more male than female.