Charlie - 18 Year Old High School Senior

Charlie sat in his bed, naked in all but his underwear, staring at the ceiling. He felt weird, like he was about to be sick. His phone vibrated - it was his friend Sam. Weird, he always called when he wanted to talk.

11:46 PM Sam: You still up?

11:47 PM Charlie: Yeah, it's like 11:50, what's up?

11:50 PM Sam: I dunno, I feel kinda weird, like something's gonna happen.

11:51 PM Charlie: I don't like the sound of that... But yeah, I know what you mean.

11:56 PM Charlie: You still there?

11:57 PM Sam: Look up at the sky, next to the moon.

Charlie scurried over to his window sill, squinting out at the night sky. The moon was at its apex, but a star next to it was bigger than he'd seen before.

11:58 PM Sam: It's getting bigger, what the fuck.

11:58 PM Charlie: Yeah I see that, why?

11:59 PM Sam: Fucked if I know, but I don't like it one bit.

The star kept growing. Charlie held his thumb out, covering the Moon, its halo of twilight leaking around his digit. He moved the thumb an inch to the left, covering the star, and saw as it slowly crept past the edges of his thumb - he squinted as it grew brighter and brighter, dwarfing and consuming the Moon. His hand went to cover his face as his whole neighborhood lit up, baked in the white light. Charlie looked away and blinked. He tried to open his eyes again, and found only white, searing light. He heard and felt the phone vibrate and ducked below the sill. His room was lit up brighter than he'd ever seen.

"What the hell?!" He asked to himself, squinting more and more as the brightness overwhelmed his bedroom.

And then it was dark. He opened his eye and brushed a tuft of hair out of the way. He looked down at his phone - What? His fingers, they were thinner and a little longer than he remembered.

"Wha..." His voice was different, lighter and softer, it sounded a little like his mother's. And then it hit him like a freight train - he looked down and froze. He wasn't himself. His body, his voice, his clothes - they were all a woman's.

She looked at her bare breasts and saw her nipples harden a little, her toes curled as she wrapped her hands around her curvy breasts. She shook her head,

"Damn it, Charlie!" her voice squeaked, "I gotta figure... I... Sam - He's gotta know something."

Charlie picked herself up, feeling a little unbalanced compared to only a minute ago. She rubbed her ass, it was a little sore for whatever reason and blinked a few times. She was shorter, maybe by four or five inches. Her attention turned to the sky, but it was almost completely dark and overcast. A stray shaft of moonlight coated his street, but nothing else had changed.

She looked around her room, it hadn't changed except... There was a bra on her bed. And the clothes she shed earlier when she went to bed were differently shaped - wider and shorter. She felt around her head, looking at her wall mirror with what little light was coming in through the window. Her face was nothing like the scraggly, half-bearded guy it was before. She has much longer hair, shoulder-length but still the dirty blonde color it was just moments ago. She moved to her nightstand and plugged her phone into its charger, and, after a moment of noticeably heavy breathing, saw it boot up.

Messages from Yesterday

12:00 PM Sam: Oh Fuck!

12:00 PM Sam: I can;t see aythig

Messages from Today

12:01 PM Sam: Hello?

12:02 PM Sam: Charlie, what just happened?