He's a 19yo girl

Ahh my head hurts so much did I drink last night I feel around my forehead is my hair longer? I get up to do my usual routine but I feel a little shorter and did I gain a bit of weight before I can get up to do my usual routine I see myself in my mirror "WHAT THE FUCK" I shriek in my new girlish voice.

my eyes the same light blueish shade complimented by my wide eyes and dark brown hair my clothes cling to my body in ways they never did before this moment my thighs squishing together while I'm sitting on my bed "wha-what's going on" I stand up to see my whole body jiggling at even this slight movement "I need to find help MOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME TO MY ROOM QUICK" I yell this tinier voice is making it harder to even do anything

She enters my room "what's going on darling?" "mom you don't see this my body is different" I say after seeing her nonchalant expression "oh I get what your trying to say your body is changing right I understand this is a tough topic for you younger girls" she says coyly "NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY YOU DON'T SEE WHATS GOING ON AT ALL" I yell hoping to get through to her "dear stop yelling its bad for your lungs and you might wake up your father now come downstairs I'll make you some pancakes" "b-but" "no but's mikayla your already getting 2 strikes for being rowdy in the morning don't make me get to 3" she says shutting the door

I want to go downstairs but I can't wear my boxers clinging to my ass and an oversized shirt commando in front of my family so I look in my closet to see a wide variation of girls clothes I don't want to wear a dress so I look in the drawer labeled 'PANTS' and its a wide variety of leggings aw fuck I think

I put on the closest leggings to go downstairs since I can't really tell the difference and look at myself in the mirror to see how they look from another angle

Fuck I really need to get downstair to find out more information but I don't want to go out looking like this ugh all the t-shirts are so girly I still need to wear them though so I don't look like a weirdo

I rush downstairs to find my father settling in for breakfast "guys don't you find how I look right now weird" I say while getting adjusted to my new voice "honey there's nothing weird about your appearance your just growing up" my mother says trying to cheer me up "your mothers right there's nothing weird about your appearance in fact you remind me of how your mother looked when she was your age so beautiful" "oh ben stop It " my mother says while coyly looking into my fathers eyes "I-I don't look like myself I'm a man" "what do you mean sweetheart your our beautiful daughter" I realize they're not listening to what I'm saying and sit myself at the table trying to find out what little I can from my parents "what am I usually like" "why're you asking us this honey" "I'm just trying to improve my self image like you guys said"