Jordan was just an ordinary 22 year old man. He had just recently bought his own apartment, after deciding staying at his parents' house was'nt practical (or safe) anymore. His father tried to fix the leaky pipe in the kitchen almost everyday. After seven days of unpacking, he finally settled in his new place. His apartment was on the fifth floor of the building, and he had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and his living room. The kitchen and dining rooms were attached, only separated from the living room with a half wall. His view from the window was of the city.
"Damn", he said, wiping sweat off his forehead. "That was the last box. I'm exhausted, I need to rest. It is eleven o' clock anyway."
He threw off his pants leaving only his boxers and t-shirt. He jumped on the mattress and went right to sleep. The next morning he woke up around nine. He stumbled out of bed and on to the floor. "The bed must have grown a little!", he thought aloud. He made his way down to the bathroom and threw off his boxers. Jordan reached out for his penis to aim into the toilet when he noticed something.
"Where the hell is my penis", he shouted. He quickly scanned between his legs to find his missing appendage but to no avail. He jumped to the mirror to see a thirteen year old girl staring back. He, now she, screamed with "her" higher pitched voice.
"How could this have happend!?"
She threw off the shirt (which was now to big for her) and examined the changes. Her breasts were big for her age, about B or C cup (approx.). What was she going to do?