The personality change wasn't stable yet

Your mother and sister were so shocked by the whole situation they didn't responded to you exclaiming you were Lindsey. As they didn't you stood up and walked over to the door. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to go now." You walked over to the front door, as you suddenly felt a strong headache. You stopped and put your hand on your head. You felt dizzy and had to support yourself on the wall. There you pulled the wig off. After a few seconds you let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground right after. From there you didn't remembered anything.

...

As you woke up you were lying in your bed. Your mother was sitting at your bed. "Are you feeling better?" She asked wanting to comfort you like a mother would do, but she didn't knew what to do after the whole scene.

"Mom? What happened?" You asked in your womanly high voice, but in a way you used as Alex.

Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Are you Alex? Or this Lindsey?"

"What are you talking about, mom? Of course it's me, Alex." You responded wondering if your mother had hit her head.

Your mother let out a sigh relieved that you were back to normal. "Thank god you remember who you are." You looked at her puzzled, so she explained what had happened, what she claimed, the day before. "And now you explain these." She pointed to your chest.

You looked down and saw your big, on your standard small, breasts covered by the strapless bra from before. "Well." You began explaining while blushing. "They are just expander implants, that I can inflate and deflate however I want." You looked around and saw one of your spare syringes lying on your desk. You took it and deflated your breasts one after the other, though you let out feminine moans while you squeezed the saline out. "See? Now the breasts are gone."

"Well, not fully." Your mother pointed again to your chest.

You looked down and for the first time realized that you had grown real breasts, though they were just small, sagging C-cups.

"And what about ... this?" Your mother pointed to your groin, which was covered by the thong matching the bra.

"What about it?" You asked not knowing what was wrong. "That is my slit."

Your slit?" Your mother asked surprised by the word.

"Yeah, my ..." Now that you had thought about it, you realized there being something wrong. You put your hand on your groin. "I don't have one. I'm a boy, but I don't have a penis." You noticed like it was nothing big.

"Yes, instead you have what looks like a vagina." You mother said surprised by your reaction.

"Oh, so that makes me a girl, right?" You said again like it was pretty normal for a boy suddenly turning into a girl.

"Let's ask a professional about it." Your mother said and stood up to call for an appointment with a doctor.

...

A few hours later you were sitting in the office of a doctor at Chrisopher's Hospital, the only place in the area specialized on gender disorientation. You were wearing one of your sisters jeans and top, so you wouldn't stand out in the public. You also wore the heels from the day before, as you demanded to wear heels, if you already had to go out dressed like a woman. After a long discussion your mother had finally allowed it.

"Well, the case is pretty clear." The doctor said after examining you. For your mother she was way too sexualized with her big breasts and the sexy outfit, but she seemed to be very capable, what was more important.

"What is it?" You mother asked curious what was the cause of you being turned into a girl.