You make some plans.

The next morning you awake real late, the suns already high and streaming though your bedroom window. You think for a moment that you'd had the weirdest of dreams. Then you turn, meaning to go back to sleep and feel your breasts sliding against the sheets. You throw back the bedclothes and look down at your body. The dream was real, you are a women and have a gorgeously ripe body. The events and sensations of the night before come flooding back.

"Oh shit what have I done?" You mutter.

Your memories are hazy, probably due to the drink and ****. You remember getting fucked though and how good it felt. You get out of bed, wondering how you'll be able to deal with the two guys you brought home. That's when you spot the sheet of paper cellotaped to the bedroom door. You go over and grab it.

"Hey Heather. Me and Lenny had to blow. We got work and shit you know how it is? We took a turn round your block to see if that creep was about, but it looked clear. Gonna leave you my number, if you spot him just give a call and we'll be there to fuck the dude up good. Give a call even if you don't see him. Me and Lenny are up for a party with you anytime. That was the best damn night of our lives baby. Carl"

There's a cellphone number scrawled at the bottom of the note. You go to screw up the message, but stop and put the note on your bedside table.

You wander out into the living room. Though the guys were pretty cool, they've left you a pile of shit to clear up. Empty beercans litter the coffee table and dirty, empty plates show they'd had a breakfast before they left. You set to work automatically, clearing up the mess they've left.

"Yeah cheers guys, leave the chick to clear your shit up." You protest to yourself as you clean up.

When everything is straight in your apartment you sit yourself down and put your mind to thinking of a way out of your predicament. Your first thought is to call one of your buddies and ask for their help. You dismiss this idea though. You don't want anyone you know in on this. After some thought you figure the safest way will be to write a wish down, then offer some bum in the street a few bucks to read it out loud. Street people are usually dismissed as crazy and if one starts telling a story about a chick who turned into a man they'd be ignored.

"I wish your collar to be removed and all of it's effects to be reversed."

You look at the phrase you've written. Clear and precise and hopefully foolproof. All you need to do is hand that to some bum and say you'll pay a few dollars for them to read it out loud. You stare at the note and something Carl said the night before comes to mind. You were all watching that dumb movie with the actress who apparently was a dyke in real life. Carl had said that looking like this you could probably pull more pussy than you could eat. Would it really hurt to keep this hot body another day? You've already used it to experiment and find out what a good fucking from guys felt like for a chick. What would it feel like to be a chick with another chick?

"One more day and night." You say to yourself. "That's all, first thing tomorrow I'll finish this."

Your mind made up, you start making plans. First you need to find out where a girl would go to meet lesbians in this town. You'll need some more clothes of course. something less whorish, but still sexy. You'll need some makeup, or maybe it'd be easier to go to a beauticians and get made up by someone who knows this shit. You get a clean sheet of paper and list the things you need to do. After making the list you log onto your PC and do a search of the internet.

"Lesbian bars," You type and then the name of your hometown.

You're surprised by the number of clubs and bars that pop up on the search. Half of them you recognise from seeing the signs as you've driven past, without realising the clients they catered for. You decide to try out one called the Rainbow rooms, it's listed as the oldest and most established gay/lesbian bar in town. Having decided on a venue you get the yellow pages and on the third attempt find a beauty parlour that can fit you in for a full makeover this afternoon.. Now you just need something to wear. Your go to your closet and grab a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt to go out in. The boots that the clerk got for you are fine so you wear them.

"Right." You say to yourself. "Time to shop."