And in the morning

(This route is inspired by the seemingly discontinued tfgames game, Zeta Wave, by Green_double_aught)

Deciding I should try to get up, I throw off the covers and am horrified at the sight I’m met with: huge tits, on my chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK WHY DO I HAVE TITS!?” I exclaim, before reaching up to cover my mouth after hearing an extremely feminine voice leave my mouth. I need to get to a mirror, I need to see what the hell is going on.

Slowly, I climb out of bed and shuffle over to the mirror, still naked. My stomach churns as I take in my reflection. I...I have long hair. And big tits. And a nice, feminine figure. By all accounts, I’m a really hot girl. But...that's not possible. It can't be.

I reach up, feeling my breasts, and let out a shaky breath. They're real. They're definitely real. But how? Why? This is a nightmare. It has to be.

I hear my parents moving around downstairs, and I quickly realize that I can't stay in my room like this. I have to get dressed, and fast. I grab a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt from my drawer, then hurry over to the door, opening it a crack to see if anyone is around. Luckily, it's just my parents in the kitchen.

Carefully, I slip out of the room and down the stairs, doing my best to avoid being seen. As I reach the kitchen, I duck down behind the counter and take a deep breath. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel like I might vomit at any moment. I can't believe this is happening.

"Dominic? Is that you?" Mum asks, looking for me. I freeze, debating whether to come out or not. I don't want to talk to anyone right now, I just want to process what's happening. But I can't stay hidden forever.

"Um... yeah?" I reply from around the corner, trying to deepen my voice.

“It doesn’t sound like it sweetie, remember I said I’d take you to the doct-“ she cut herself off when she saw me, 4 inches shorter and a fully-fledged girl, but still obviously her son(?).

"Oh my god, Dominic... you're a girl?" she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. My heart is racing, and I feel like I'm about to pass out. This can't be real.

Dad slowly walks around the counter, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. "What... what happened to you?" he asks, his voice shaking.

"I don't know, Dad. I just... I woke up like this," I manage to **** out, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. They're looking at me like I'm some sort of freak, and I can't help but feel like I am.

"Honey, we need to take you to the doctor," Mum says, her voice trembling. "This isn't normal. This isn't something you can just ignore."

I nod silently, unable to meet her eyes. I feel like I'm in a nightmare, and I just want to wake up. But the more they talk about it, the more real it seems to become.