What's Going On?!

When Nick Fowler had gone to sleep he was a high school senior.

When Nick Fowler had gone to sleep he was an awkward teen.

When Nick Fowler had gone to sleep he was in his mom's home.

When Nick Fowler had gone to sleep he still had the body of a scrawny teenage boy.

None of that was true the next day.

Nick Fowler had been staring at his body in the mirror for nearly thirty minutes before he started to believe it was his.

Instead of his short brown curls he had long copper-colored hair pulled into a ponytail with a lime-green hair tie.

His retro-gaming-console t-shirt no longer swam on him. Far from it. It was pulled tight around a pair of giant-honking mellons that were already starting the hurt his back.

Nick's shrimpy legs were smoother, longer, and filled out with muscle and fat ascending to two wide hips. Donna Fowler, it seemed had passed on a lot more to her daughter Nicole than she ever had to her son Nicholas.

That was his name now.

Nicole. There were these memories. He felt like he could almost access them. Almost see them. But they were always just out of reach. Just beyond some mental horizon. Maybe he could concentrate for a second, if this weren't so FUCKING CRAZY!!!!

Nicky placed her hands on the sink.

Get it together girl.

Nick shook his head. All of a sudden he was a girl. A girl in college.

When he woke up that morning, he hadn't noticed anything was wrong with his body. No, Nick's first clue something was wrong was when he couldn't recognize the room he was in. The white-painted cinderblock walls, adorned with posters of astrology charts, mythological monsters reinterpreted as art nouveau tarot cards, and vintage Lesbian Folk-Pop bands. And strangest of all, a girl sleeping in the bed across the room.

Nick had screamed.

Only it hadn't come out as a scream. It came out as a shriek.

A shriek that had the RA coming to check on him.

Only the RA didn't call him Nick. She called him Nicky.

Everyone did.

Nick did have to hand it to himself, though, he did catch on pretty fast. Fast enough that when he lied and told them he'd just freaked out over a nightmare, no one seemed to question him.

That had given Nick some time, and more importantly space. His roommate, some Latina girl he somehow knew was named Lena.

The first hour Nick had spent exploring his new body. At first he was embarrassed by the fact that the first pair of tits he could remember feeling were his own. Then he realized two things. The first was that they really were fantastic tits. The second was that it felt so good.

It wasn't long until he had one hand kneading the soft flesh on his chest and sent another one to inspect his new equipment. Another first, for someone who remembered going to sleep as a nerdy teen boy. At first it felt weird. The sensations were alien. Far more intense. There were so many more part. Nick's pussy had folds and bends, and it was warm and wet. His fingers explored gingerly with one hand, while his other manhandled his boob, discovering how good it could feel to tease his new nipple. Losing himself, until Nicky stopped dicking around and went straight for her clit, expertly teasing and stroking until the orgasm hit. The first of many.

That was a few hours ago. After Nick's revelatory masturbation session he had worked up quite a sweat. Enough that he realized he need a shower. Badly. He didn't know girls could sweat this much. He hated the it felt underneath his heaving breasts. If Nick had some time to gather his wits he might remember that a bra could give him the support and relief he was already craving. But here he was, paralized in front of his mirror, with sweat caking on his smooth skin, staring at the hottest naked girl he had ever seen. And she was staring back at him from the mirror.

How could this have happened?! Guys didn't just wake up two years older. And with a completely different body, with different memories.

Then a thought struck him.

Joey Granger.

Something weird had been going on with Joey.

All of a sudden his best friend, a guy somehow even more inept with women than Nick, had Madison and Aynsley fawning all over him. Then there was the way Ms. Matthews had been treating him. That weird conversation with Isla and Taylor. The way his mom had been talking about him. The way his mom had stayed over at Joey's house.

Nick didn't know how, but somehow. Nick was behind this.

All of this.

Nick ran back into his room, cursing as his boobs flopped and bounced with each step. It didn't matter. Soon enough, he had his phone. He brought up his contacts.

Nick 12:51PM: Hey. We need to talk. I know something is up. Weird shit is happening, and I know u know something.

Three dots.

Joey 12:52 PM: Meet me in the library. One hour.

Good. Nick thought. He would get to the bottom of this in an hour. First the hard part.

Figuring how to shower this body.