He looked down and was shocked to see he had breasts.
Although flattened out a bit by gravity, they tented his, or her, shirt out high enough in front of her to make it hard to see her body below. She sat herself up on her elbows to find that her body beyond her boobs looked feminine as well, what with her wide hips, curvy legs, and dainty feet at the end. It was a mature, adult body, much like Jamie's had been.
"Damn it," she said and heard a female voice coming from her mouth.
She gently caressed one of her new boobs and felt a strangely familiar sensation in her crotch: her penis had stirred.
Her well-manicured hand shot down to her crotch to find that she still was a man as far as the plumbing was concerned.
"Well, I suppose that's a silver lining," she said. Then, she heard a knock at the door and shot up into a sitting position. "Who is it?"
"Um, it's your brother," said a teenage boy's voice. "You know, Emile?"
"Emily?"
He sighed, "Please, don't call me girl names. I get enough of that in school. Can I just come in?"
"Um, sure, I guess," Jeff said and stood up. She swayed a bit as she became accustomed to her new body's balance. The door swung open, and a somewhat familiar looking teenage boy entered. He looked like he could have been Jeff or Emily's long lost, 13-year-old brother. "Emile?" Jeff asked uncertainly.
"Um, yeah?" the boy said. "Jenny?" he added as half a joke.
"Who?"
"You."
"Oh, that's me... Jenny. Sure. Um, what can I do for you?" This was awkward. This teen was probably her own sister transformed. What would she, or he, want?
"This is a bit awkward to talk about, and if you're not feeling right in the head, I can come back," Emile said and started to turn to go.
"Wait, I'm fine," Jeff, or Jenny now, said. "What is it?"
"Well," Emile started and blushed a little. "Can I please get a twenty from the money Mom left us for while she's on her trip?" he asked. "I just ran out of pads, and I couldn't find another box. And, well, it's that time of the month, you know?"
"You're having your period!?" Jenny cried incredulously.
Emile blushed even deeper. "Shh. Why don't you just e-mail the whole school? I bet half of our neighbors just heard you."
"Sorry," Jenny whispered. "I just didn't know that you would be... that you had one of those... you know?"
Emile looked seriously confused. "No, I don't know."
Jenny shook her head. "Never mind." She reached into her own wallet, pulled out a twenty, and handed it to her sister/brother.
"Thanks," Emile said as he pocketed the bill. "Maybe you should go lie down now. You seem a bit... off."
"I think I will," Jenny replied.
"Later." Emile said and left to take care of his feminine hygiene.
When the boy was out of earshot, Jenny muttered, "What the hell is going on here?" She opened her wallet again and found a driver's license with a picture of a somewhat plain looking woman that bore a slight resemblance to her mother. The name "Jennifer" was on it in place of "Jeffrey." The date of birth meant that she was 20 years old now. Her sex was listed as female in spite of what remnants of Jeff she had found in her crotch.
"Is this what female and male mean now?" she pondered aloud.
Just then, her phone rang, and she pulled it out. Looking at the caller ID, Jenny saw it was...