Going on a trip

"So, do you know where John is? He was supposed to meet up with me." Noah gestures to the Van behind him, loaded to the brim with camping equipment.

"Of course I know. It's me! I am John. If you would stop staring at my boobs for a second and look at my face maybe you could recognize me."

Noah laughs, not even slightly embarrassed to be called out like that. And still gawking at your body. "He must pay you good money to take part in this joke. But really, where is he?"

Obviously, it is not that easy to convince someone that you just mysteriously switched gender over night, but after a honest, sincere talk and you reminding Noah of some things only the two of you can know he slowly comes around to believe that you are really who you claim to be.

"So that’s all the information you got? Two days, avoid pregnancy, and everything is good?", he asks. You knot silently and he continues. "At least the body they gave you is hot. Like really twelve out of ten hot. But who did this? And why? And how?"

"The voice on the phone didn't really bother with details that much. If you think that’s frustrating, believe me, it's way worse for me."

"Man, this sucks.", he hesitates for a moment. "But that doesn't change our plans, right? The guys are all ready and waiting. We planned this trip long ahead."

This weekend you planned a guys trip into the woods. A few of your friends, you, and a lot of beer alone in the woods. Everyone was hyped for this trip for month.

"Oh shit, with all that has happened this morning I kinda forgot about that. It really sucks, but considering everything, I guess I have to cancel on this. I am not even a guy right now! And besides, I don't even have anything to wear!" You are really sad having to let this pass, but your sadness is nothing compared to the heartbroken look on Noah's face.

"What? Getting turned doesn’t change anything. Still a group of buddies on a little trip. Let’s just get something from your sister’s wardrobe. Then on the way we will make a quick stop at a shop, and you can pick something out."

You open your mouth to protest but can’t think of a good reason to turn him down again from the top of your head.

Soon you trail behind him towards your sister’s bedroom, still unsure about this whole operation, but Noah seems quite determined. "Ok, we are already late for the pickup of the rest. I'll give them a call real quick and you pick something to wear."

Silently you nod and follow his orders. Digging through your sister’s stuff and invading her privacy feels wrong but since this is somewhat of an emergency you silently ask her for forgiveness and continue searching.

From what you have seen in the mirror earlier you can tell that she is built quite differently than you. Slimmer, leaner and her curves less pronounced than yours, but with the same flat, tight belly. Unfortunately, that means that finding fitting clothes is not as easy as Noah made it sound. After holding two trousers against your hips, you quickly rule them out and start looking for skirts instead. Meanwhile Noah is talking in the background, explaining your situation to your friends, and assuring them that you will pick them up shortly. By the time he hangs up you have narrowed the choice of clothes down to a white sundress with a stitched in pattern of flowers. It’s not ideal, you would have like something that covers more skin, but given your choices it’s still the best you could find.

Quickly you slip into the bathroom to get changed not wanting to disrobe in front of Noah. Your old stuff gets thrown into the cloth bin as you strip them of, but only when you throw your boxers away you notice that you have forgotten something quite essential. Underwear. You hesitate for a second but Noah already pounds on the door to hurry you up, so you reluctantly decide to go commando. When you stop at the store you will have the chance to stock up. You shimmer into the dress which turns out as even smaller than expected.

A quick check in the mirror tells you that the guys will hardly complain having you with them as a girl when you show up like that. The catcall Noah gives you as you exit the bath confirms your suspicion and you blush a bit but hurry past him and down the stairs. Rushing down the steps your proud and firm breasts bounce on your chest again and your blush deepens although nobody can see your jiggling tits. At the car Noah has caught up to you and you get in.