Sam, looking for an explanation

Sam hated the morning time. It was too bright, the birds singing outside were annoying, and worst of all, he had to make breakfast.

Ever since his dad left his mom Jennifer and his sister Sarah, it had become his job to take on the role of man of the house. Unfortunately, that also meant he had a long list of chores to do, which only let up during the school week. He couldn’t afford to screw up senior year, now could he?

This morning, however, Sam felt especially bad. He wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the strange feeling on his chest, or the fact that his legs didn’t quite reach the end of his bed. But as he groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, Sam froze. That wasn’t his voice.

Slowly pulling his hands away from his eyes, Sam sees something he never would have thought possible. Dainty hands moved with his thoughts, shiny purple nail polish glistening in the morning light.

Numbly, Sam rose out of bed and looked in the mirror. A woman’s face stared back at him. It was fairly attractive, he supposed, with the pale skin and purple eyes. Long purple hair fell all the way down to just above his ass crack. Full lips adorned with purple lipstick say below a button nose, and Sam couldn’t help but wonder what the deal with all the purple was.

Really? That’s that part you’re hung up on? The color? Sam mentally chided himself, though maybe the color could give him some indication as to what happened. Unlikely, but still a chance.

Exploring lower, Sam found a pair of medium-sized breasts. Though he wasn’t able to tell what size they were, each one made a little over a handful.

Finally, Sam reached all the way down to his most prized possession. The mirror only showed the top half of his body, so he was relieved when he felt his dick. Something was off, however…