No Luck

I threw on some jeans and an old hoodie from my closet. They were a little baggy but still looked fine. I didn't want to wear more of my sister's clothes. I wouldn't have a good story for her if she came back and noticed a lot of her clothes were missing. After I ate a sandwich and some chips, I got back in my car and returned to the alley where everything had started last night.

I parked in the theater parking lot and walked to the alley where I had met the old lady. Even though it would have made me incredibly happy to see her right there waiting for me, I knew she wouldn't be. But it was the best place to start my search. The trash can was still there, but there were no other signs of her in the area. She had seemed to appear out of nowhere after I had gone on my rant, and her disappearance was equally as sudden. There was definitely a magical vibe to her whole existence in my mind. For all I knew she could be invisible and watching my every move even now. Where did she get her power from anyways?

I entered the theater and talked to the manager working there. I asked him if he knew anything about an old lady that stayed in the alley out back, but he said he didn't. He was concerned about if anything had happened to me in their parking lot, but I told him everything was fine. Not like he could really help undo what was done anyways. I left the theater and started walking down the street. I checked every alley and behind every building hoping to see her huddled around another trashcan fire.

My search soon became for anyone living on the streets, not just her. I did eventually find a pair of gentleman who were clearly homeless and were hanging out in the alley behind a restaurant. They were no more help than the theater manager. Neither one knew of anyone on the streets that matched the description I gave. That seemed like a bad sign to me. If she was living around here, these guys would be the ones to know. It was possible she did actually have a home, but focusing on that possibility didn't help me since I would have no clue where to search. Finding her on the streets was the only shot I realistically had.

I walked many blocks through downtown and checked every possible area. I started to ask the managers and owners of all the local businesses if they had seen her, but nobody had. As I grew more ****, I expanded my search and drove to different parts of the town. I spent the whole day combing the city for any information about this mysterious old lady, but in the end I found nothing. It was night time when I made my way back home, defeated.

Completely exhausted, I collapsed into my bed and stared up at my ceiling. I didn't get a single new lead. There was no way I was going to find that old lady again. I turned and looked at the clock beside my bed. It was over twenty four hours from when the transformation took place. It was true then. I really was stuck like this forever. I wanted to just stay in bed and sleep my troubles away. Everything would be revealed as a bad dream when I woke up. If only.

The many obstacles that were now in my way were keeping my mind racing and preventing me from getting any sleep. All of my identification was for a man that didn't exist anymore, so that was going to limit what I would have access to. It also meant I needed to be careful about getting in trouble with the law. Obviously my friends wouldn't recognize me, and they wouldn't believe that I was magically transformed even if I told them. I think I burned those bridges when I teased them at the club anyways. I was as broke as ever, and I wasn't going to be able to show up to work looking like this. They would never just let some random girl start working my shift. It would raise too many questions. These were all troubling, but they weren't the biggest concerns I had.

My college education was seriously in jeopardy. A lot of my money and my parent's money was invested in my studies already. If I was not able to go to class, my grades would go down the drain along with all that money. Fortunately almost all of my classwork could be turned in online, so I could continue on as normal for a while. But when finals came around I'd have to show up to take the test. There was no getting around that, and I had no answer for it. If I didn't take the finals I'd fail without a doubt.

The most pressing concern was what to do about my living situation. Jessica was not the most attentive big sister, but she would definitely notice that she was living with a strange young woman instead of her little brother. I was going to have to find a new place to sleep after tonight, but I had no money for a hotel room. It was hard to believe that simply swapping genders could cause so much to go so wrong so fast. I guess it is what I get for thinking with my ovaries. I knew the dangers of having sex, but my body overruled my reason. Sometimes you just need to fuck. That seemed to be true whether you were a man or a woman.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep. This time when I woke up the next morning, I wasn't surprised that I was female. I slowly got up and cleaned myself while I went over my options for the millionth time. It was Sunday, and my sister was going to be back tomorrow. Whatever I decided to do I had to take action today. As far as I could tell, there was only one real option. It wasn't a sure thing, but it was all I had. I crossed my fingers and prayed that it would work out. Picking up my phone, I punched in the new number and hit send. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello, Russell? I was wondering if you were free to talk for a second."