You find something simple in your mom's wardrobe

Knowing you are the only one in the house, being an only child ever since your older brother moved out of the house at the beginning of summer, you swiftly make your way to the master bedroom. You consider that the only woman living in the house other than you is your mom and you wonder what kind of help or trouble could she bring you if she was present and here to see you in your new body. A small pain in your foot, the same one that stepped on a piece of glass, breaks you out of your thoughts for now as you enter the bedroom.

The master bedroom is exactly how your parents left it when they left for their vacation about a month ago. There is nothing that catches your eye that closely resembles clothes nor have you any idea where to look. You think that the walk-in closet is your best bet. You walk in, seeing both your mother and father's clothes hung on racks or folded on shelves. Your mother has a few extra shelves for her clothes and shoes, but you dare not dwell on the look or feel of the high heels on display. You even notice drawers dedicated to underwear and socks. You just need to cover your womanly bits, your breasts and that void between your legs.

You hear a doorbell ring through your house and you know it's the neighbor at your door. He seemed to be a patient guy, but already he's ringing your doorbell? Or maybe he's simply reminding you, in case you have forgotten to meet him at the door? In your haste, you knock over a hanger that had something hanging on it. You pick it up, finding it to be a bath robe. It's not the thick kind you find at spas. The fabric is smooth to the touch and almost has a sheen across it. You quickly put it on and even though it's light and doesn't seem to provide any warmth, it at least covers the important parts. The bottom edge only barely covers your butt and you decide to find something else. However, you hear the doorbell sound through the house once and twice in succession. 'Really?' you exclaim in your head.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you drop what you wanted to do and swiftly descend the stairs and straight to the front door. You have to lift yourself on your toes in order to peek through the peephole, but it isn't too difficult. You clearly spot your neighbor's figure standing behind the door. You unlock the door and quickly open it. You peek behind the door and see your neighbor smiling, which causes you to do the same.

“Good morning,” he greets you. “Sorry if we woke you.”

“It's okay,” you say, quite aware that your voice is so higher in pitch.

“You're not hurt or anything, are you?” he asks.

“I think I'm okay,” you tell him. “Did you want to come in, to see if you can fix it?”

He nods and you pull the door back, giving your neighbor enough room to get through. It's when he steps in do you notice that he's clearly a foot taller than you, if not more. Not only was your virgin manhood taken and your 18-year-old chest given a pair of new ornaments, but even your height has been stunted by whatever made you into a girl.

You notice that he stops in the foyer. “Uhm, miss?” your neighbor asks, gesturing towards the floor. You look down and see a single outline of your foot in a crimson shade, a series of them with each about a stride apart from the last. You pick up your foot and see that there is a small cut that is leaking blood wherever you step. Betraying you at an inopportune time, you feel your female body become woozy. 'Is this what fainting was like?' you ask yourself.

Before you can feel the crash of your body meeting the tiled floor of the foyer, you're caught in the muscular arms of your neighbor. You feel yourself guided by one foot on the ground, your good foot, and your bloodied foot in the air as your neighbor effortlessly gets you to the kitchen and onto a stool. You at least have the sense to hold onto the counter to prevent yourself from teetering off the chair.

“You should have told me you stepped on glass, miss,” your neighbor protests, but he is eagerly looking through cabinets in your kitchen for any sign of a first aid kit. He finally finds a box underneath the sink and brings whatever he has found over to you, setting them on the counter. He takes your foot, lifts it, wiping off any blood or dirt from the wound. He washes it with water from a water bottle before disinfecting it with some ointment. He applies a band-aid on the wound, which takes up half of your foot. And in all that time, you're somehow in a daze, probably due to how much blood you lost.

It's as if your male persona takes a backseat during the activity. Without a word of protest, you allow your neighbor, an older man, African-American, bald head, muscular frame, probably as old as your father, if not older, to take control and responsibility of your situation and waste no time in helping you. You probably wanted to say, 'I can take care of myself,' but you hear nothing of the sort coming out of your mouth.

A shake snaps you out of your daze and you see your neighbor before you, his arms outstretched, large hands on your shoulders, examining you closely. “I think you need to lie down and rest. I can take a look at your window and determine what I need to buy from the store,” he suggests and you nod, almost involuntarily. With no difficulty at all, he guides you over to the living room and lowers you onto the sofa.

He searches around and leaves momentarily, coming back seconds later with a throw blanket. Again, your body seems to have a mind of its own. Or is it an instinct that automatically does it. At the very least, you do not recall saying, “Thank you,” to your neighbor. He hears it and smiles.

He gives an awkward-sounding reply, “You're welcome? You're.... welcome.”

In your fatigue, you doze off into a nap, due to the comfort you feel right now. You don't know how long you're out. You slip into a dream where you and your neighbor are in focus. Everything around you is blurry, unimportant. He is staring at you from a distance, then closes it. Again, the closer you are, the more apparent your height is to his towering level. He smiles down at your, his arms lowering to your body, embracing you. You then hear a loud noise from out of frame and you wake up.