Patty's story

When I first woke up as a girl, I thought I had gone insane. I have an aunt who’s pretty unstable mentally and emotionally, and I thought of her. Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling and then at the walls, seeing how “I” had decorated the place: pinks and grays, very girlish and very youthful, for lack of a better word. I realized I knew the date, and had all the memories of a girl growing up crowding out my memories of being a man.

Slowly, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was hot! I have a slender figure, but nice boobies poking at my sleeping shirt, long straight golden blond hair, and blue eyes. Basically, it was a female version of my male body at 18.

What next? I was about to panic, when I realized that every time I looked at something, I was flooded with memories associated with it. When I thought about Steve, I realized her (!) name was Stephanie now, and I could see her in my mind’s eye: more buxom then me, curvier, but still more athletic than anything else. I decide I have to talk to her. Now.

Walking over to her room, I knock and walk in, catching her with her hands under her shirt. I can’t blame her for that. She has larger ones than I do, and they do look nice, as she turns to face me I also notice her very erect nipples poking at her shirt. Nice.

“Steve? What the hell is going on?” She looked at me and we both realized what was going on and I realized I really was a girl, and thought about the parallel universes story I’d been reading about on the internet, I started to calm down. I wasn’t insane, but I had completely lost control of my life.

That morning was surreal. Swiping coffee from my mom because I was now 18 and not yet a coffee drinker, at least in this universe. Sitting down to pee, and wiping instead of shaking when I was done. Seeing Steph run like the wind with Buddy. Steve had been a middle guard in high school, and ran like a lineman, if you know what I mean. But Steph was graceful and athletic. And hot.

When her new friend came over I answered the door. I had on cutoff jeans and a tank top, no bra, and flip-flops. Chris was looking pretty good, although her breasts were larger than I went for as a man: at least a C cup, maybe bordering on a D. Still, she was pretty and carried herself well. Good breeding, I guess. I led her into the living room while mom got Steph, and I changed into sneakers and went outside to check out the neighborhood, even as I knew the answers to all my questions.

I walked over to the O’Bannon’s house, and found most of the local kids my age playing in the backyard. Actually, they were mostly sitting and chatting, really. Mary Pat O’Bannon was there of course. She was Steve’s best friend Emmett’s little sister, and I think Steve had always liked her – and vice versa. She was my age, going into her senior year at a Catholic high school downtown. Slim, with a nice curve from her waist to her hips, and great legs, she was only an A cup, but that’s how both Steve and I had liked our women back in the other days. Peter and Patty McAndrew were there also, twins with fair skin, freckles, light brown hair, toothy smiles and skinny frames. They were 16, and the youngest people there. Both could best be described as cute, but it was clear, Peter would become a handsome man, and Patty would be a very pretty woman. Their older sister Kathy was also there. She had the Black hair and slightly less fair skin of the “Black Irish,” and a really lovely body – small breasts, a great ass and legs, a wonderful smile, full lips … seeing her, I knew I wanted to get at her big time.

I smiled and said, “Hi everybody,” as I walked over and sat down in the loose circle. Kathy made room for me, and I smiled to myself as I sat down next to her, realizing my female self had already started working on her, with no results so far, but still … “Who’s that girl?” Patty asked. She was always outgoing, and it was natural that she’d be the one to ask. “Her name’s Chris,” I said. “She went to high school with Steph and I guess the ran into each other someplace last week. I guess they’re going to hang out with each other now.” I said it as innocently as possible, but everyone smiled and there were a few titters, and I realized that Steph’s preference for girls was an open secret, at least with our friends.

It seems I came over just as things were breaking up. Pete and Patty were going to go listen to records with Mary Pat, but Kathy said she was going to probably head home and find something to do. I asked her, “Want to go for a walk? There’s supposed to be an old graveyard from like the 18th century out behind the lumberyard, and I want to find it and maybe take some pictures.” The lumberyard was on Schoolhouse Road, about three quarters of a mile through the woods. I was pretty sure I knew roughly where the cemetery was, and besides, the idea was to get Kathy alone. Finding the cemetery would be a bonus.