In a bed

You gradually open your eyes to find yourself staring up at your bedroom ceiling. It takes a moment for your last memories before passing out to bubble back to the surface of your mind. You were in the dining room of your house, talking to your mom, and then something went wrong. You recall the agony and distress you experienced. You aren't sure how much time has passed.

You begin to stir under the covers and start to survey your room. Your mom, Jane, is sitting in your desk chair facing you, reading a book. The sound of your movement quickly draws her eyes to you.

"Oh my god sweetie, are you all right?" she asks, setting the book down on your desk before standing up to approach you.

"Y-yes" you try to speak but your voice comes out all wrong. You clear your throat and try again"

"Y-y-yes Mom." Again your voice sounds all wrong. It feels like you are once again a pubescent teenager who can't stop their voice from cracking.

You begin to sit up in bed, trying to wake yourself up fully. The covers slide off your nude body. Apparently your mother had carried you to bed and undressed you. Your mind hits upon the awkward realization that your mother must have seen you completely naked for the first time in many years, but this line of thought is rapidly cut short with a realization as you gaze into mirror mounted on the wall across from you.

"W-what?" you utter in confusion as you study the naked form whose eyes meet yours through the mirror.

Confusion rapidly turns to shock as you put two and two together.

"W-what the fuck? What the fuck?"

Attempting to calm you, your mother rushes to your side and takes a hold of your shoulders. At first this serves only to turn your attention from the girl to the mirror, to your own body.

Looking down you see fair white skin, with a smattering of freckles on each shoulder, half-covered by red hair that flows down from your head. Most confusingly, you see C-cup breasts. Your breasts...

Before you can take in anything else your mother places a hand on your chin forcing you to turn towards her.

Seeing your panic-stricken expression, your mother attempts to calm you, "Its okay sweetie. Everything is going to be okay, do you understand me? Just try to relax."

"Your body has changed sweetie. You are a girl now."

Perhaps accepting that what is happening is real, your rapid heartbeat beings to slow and your panicked expression begins to fade. Instead, a few tears begin to form in your eyes.

"Oh baby. A girl as beautiful as you shouldn't cry. Look how perfect you turned out," your mother half whispers to you, speaking softly and sweetly.

"And besides you are going to get to go to college now, and its not permanent okay, its just temporary."

You try not to let your emotions overwhelm you, but instead summon the courage to speak