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You would’ve expected something like this to take a long time to get used to. And you weren’t used to it yet, of course not, not when you’d gone from the textbook definition of a loser to your greatest fantasy over night. But you weren’t freaking out, and that was something. Maybe it was the impossibility of what had happened that stopped your brain from twisting itself into a pretzel looking for answers: This was too strange, too bizarre, that you knew there couldn’t be any answer- so why bother looking? You had the body of a girl now. The question wasn’t why- it was what next?

One thing you knew is you couldn’t bear this alone. You needed someone else to see you to, to confirm that the impossible had happened. But who?

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your alarm snapped you out of your thoughts. 7:00 AM- time to start getting ready for school. But Christ, you couldn’t go to school like this, could you? No one would recognize you, not even your best (and just about only) friend Wally. And of course there was Samantha, the sunny blonde cheerleader who’d been the permanent subject of your fantasies and wandering eyes for months now… not that she would’ve recognized you anyway. Worst of all there was Mike, the biggest asshole in all of Eastbound High- you didn’t even want to think about the jokes he’d make if he found out his favorite target had tits.

No, school was out of the question. But your family wasn’t much better. Lucy’s room was right next to yours, and from the lack of an alarm you knew she was skipping school again, which was nothing new. The two of you were close as kids, like most twins were, but since hitting high school she didn’t give you the time of day- you or anyone else. She was in her room or out with friends most of the time, and when she was around she’d only look up from her phone to roll her eyes or make some snarky comment. Lucy wasn’t mean, exactly, just disinterested. And cynical. And sarcastic. And rude. And fine, she was mean.

(And she was hot too, you thought, with her round ass straining against her Juicy sweatpants and her perky tits she rarely kept in a bra. Not that you spent much time thinking about those…)

You didn’t know how Lucy would react to your transformation, though you were guessing there’d be some mockery involved. But she was your twin sister, and you were now more similar to her than ever before, so maybe she could understand you better than most. Your Mom seemed like a safer bet, down in the kitchen making you both a big breakfast like she always did. You’d always been closer to her than your Dad, an grateful recipient of her kind words and gentle encouragement, and when you were young you practically cling to her side. Growing up had changed that, of course- it wasn’t healthy for a teen boy to be so attached to his mom, and you’d put up walls between the two of you, even if it filled you with guilt to see the look on her face when you turned down her offer to take you out for lunch on Saturdays like she used to. She might not understood what had happened any more than you did, but you knew she’d help out any way she could. Speaking of your Dad, he was at work, though you knew from conversations over the dinner table that he spent most of his time at the office refreshing his email. He was a smart guy, even if you’d never really seen eye to eye, and you could rely on him for a practical, logical approach to finding a solution, whatever it may be.

All these options had their pluses and minuses- even school was looking better the more you thought about it what with Wally there, and the possibility of Samantha finally noticing you in your new form felt tempting too, even if you didn’t know exactly where that could lead. But when you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying your best to ignore the allure of your flesh, of finally having a willing female body in front of you to do with whatever you’d like (even if you never expected it to be yours), you knew instantly what you had to do.