Knock Knock

There's a knock at the door.

You freeze. Your eyes trained on the door handle. Time slows and your thoughts begin racing. "No." The word comes to your lips uncontrollably. That female voice saying in one syllable what a million thoughts express in your head. Panic rushes through you like a bolt of lightning. Your legs begin nervously shaking, your breath a flutter of anxiety. Your eyes dart around the room looking for somewhere to hide yourself. You don't want someone to see you like this. Wearing these clothes. What would you say? And those wet panties, still digging into your ass, constantly reminding you of your situation, of your recent lack of willpower, of your shame. What have you become?

Another knocking comes, "Are you okay in there honey?" Samantha's voice calls out to you.

"Oh no. Not Sam," What will she say? "Not now." You stand there, still frozen, staring at your girlish reflection, feeling **** and dreading this soon to be exceedingly awkward moment. Your mind a manic scramble for any explanation, some excuse for what you look like, for your clothes, for your body. How will she react? Will she know? Will she know that you're wearing panties? That they're wet? Why they're wet? God, did you clean up all that cum? Why can't you control yourself? What happened to you? The girl in the mirror clenches her hands and shrinks away shamefully as the door handle slowly starts to move. You stare down at your feet as Sam enters.

"Awwww," She coos at you, "You look so cute."

"No I don't." You contradict her, still staring at your feet, not daring to look her in the eye. She'll know. She has to know. "I look like a girl!"

"But you're a hot girl."

"I'm not even a girl though!" your voice says otherwise, "I'm some kind of ..." You can't bring yourself to say the words.

"No, no no. You're a beautiful girl." She answers. Her hand reaches out to lift your head, her face coming into view, her deep green eyes a solemn vow of honesty and love in a way only a true friend can show. She repeats, "You're a beautiful girl." Her lips turn upward in a smile of authentic affection.

"Here," she says, "look at yourself with me." as she walks around behind you, slightly taller than you now but by only a couple of inches, staring over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror. "See that girl?"

You see your new reflection, a redheaded girl with large breasts in a white blouse and tight plaid mini-skirt wearing thigh-high stockings and dark shoes. You sigh, "Yes."

"She's a beautiful, wonderful girl."

"But I still have a dick! I can't be a girl."

"I know sweetheart. It's ok, they told me, but that doesn't change who she is." Still looking in the mirror, her face looking into your reflection. "She's a beautiful girl. You can't deny that. Right?"

"Well, I mean...." you hesitate, but the truth stares you in the eye, sexy smooth legs, busty chest, that pouty look she has on her face right now. You can't even attempt to deny it. You just don't want to admit it. To admit that you found her so attractive you couldn't even control yourself. Because that means something bigger. "Yes, she's pretty." You concede.

"Well, that girl is you." There it is. So plainly stated. And yet what you kept doing your best to avoid.

You spin around to hide from it, that reflection, "I'm so confused Sam." It's so surreal, and so scary at the same time. This feeling of being fragile and weak, both physically and mentally. Your mind is tired and you just want to rest and make this all go away but it won't. What happened to you? Are you crying now?

"I know it's a lot to accept, honey. You're going to have new things to deal with that you've never encountered before." With a friendly grin she reaches up to wipe a tear from your cheek. "It's going to be confusing for a while, sweetie. The hormones your body is producing means you'll be far more **** to emotional swings, as well as thoughts and desires you never conceived before." She offers a hand out to you. "But don't worry, it's going to be a wonderful ride to enjoy and experience. You just need to handle it one thing at a time for now." She squeezes your hand, letting you know you aren't alone in this. "You need a foundation to begin with. So first, we need to come up with a new name for you."

"What?" You apprehensively respond as she turns you back in front of the mirror.

"A new name. Look at you." as she points to the mirror. That female form reflects back. Long red hair, curvy breasts and prominent hips. And in a more playful voice she points out the obvious, "That sexy body, those tits, this ass" as she slaps you on the rear, "heh, John doesn't really fit her anymore now does it?"

"Well, uh," She's right. There's no way you can pass as a man now. You're going to need some way to relieve some of this mental anxiety and maybe creating a whole new persona might allow your mind some much needed relaxation. You could create a new person to be. Just pretend it's normal and that would make it easier to accept, right? You could just accept your current position as that of someone else. A new you. A temporary you that would let you find some comfort in being a pretty girl. You could do that. Of course you could. And the first name pops in your head, "I guess, I kind of always liked Jane?"

"Sure, she looks like a Jane. I think that's an excellent name," A genuine smile forms on Sam's face, "and you're the sexiest Jane I've ever seen."