Nightmares wake you early

"NO!" you shout from the bottom of your heart while heaving your head off the pillow, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead while your eyes adjust to the darkness around you. Where are you? What happened!? Your chest burns! Are you having a heart-attack!?

"John...?" Gwen's voice comes from nearby, and you hear her footsteps around the room before she flicks the lights on. You're safe and sound on the little blanket in the middle of the room, and just now remembering fragments of an awful dream you had moments before being roughly torn out of your slumber. Something about being turned into a girl? Possibly getting stuck like that? Risks of having sex? It didn't make sense!

"Just a bad dream," you reply, only to hear your very own, soft and feminine voice! Fuck! It hadn't been a dream! You toss the bed covers aside and look at yourself, tits and an empty void between the legs. "Crap! No! I don't want this! I don't want to deal with any of this!" More sweat trickles down your skin, goosebumps teasing your entirety and you can hear your heart beating! "This has got to stop, I can't take this anymore!" you continue increasingly agitated. Suffering through it as part of a dream was bad enough, but there's no way you want it as your reality!

"Hey, we are in this together, alright?" Your sibling tries to reassure you, but her words fall on deaf ears. Not even exams managed to stress you out this much. Bits and pieces of your dreams come back to haunt you along with the reality of being stuck in a body you didn't grow up in! That's SERIOUSLY a nightmare come true! Nothing of what you experienced up to now was even remotely comforting, being a girl means being ****, weak and downright useless!

"John! Get your shit together! You are hyperventilating!" Her swearing wasn't comforting you in the least, you were breathing rapidly and felt yourself in the middle of a friggin' panic attack with more sweat pouring down your skin in the middle of the night with no sounds around you but your own irregular attempts to breathe! "Jesus, you'll pass out if you keep this up!"

Her words barely even ring in your ears, and before you know it, your vision just... blanks. Silence captures you.

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"Uhnnn..."

"My head..." you cry out, slowly opening your eyes again. Your bones feel stiff, your skin dry, and your head was ready to explode. Every time one of those noisy birds outside chirped, it was like a dagger jamming into your ears.

"There you are." Gwen approaches you, daylight was brightening the room. A few hours must've passed. "I had no idea. Looks like you dread being stuck like that even more than I do. If you have another panic attack like that, dad's probably going to call a hospital. Good luck explaining yourself when you turn back into a guy in their presence."

"I... don't know. It's not like I can control any of this. There's so many more feelings and... emotions and... friggin' hormones to worry about. It sucks being a chick! But repeating that just makes me feel even worse, it's an endless cycle of crap. What am I supposed to do then? It doesn't help either of us if I really end up in a hospital, and worrying about that will just make it more likely to happen in the first place!" You briefly look down to remind yourself of the heavy set of breasts attached to your chest, and the useless, empty slit between your legs. Even after you had a day to get used to it, the idea of having an opening into your body was just way too weird to accept. Until you change back to your real self, that thing will remain not just virginal, but also completely untouched. You refuse accepting it as part of your body.

"There's always some options, I guess. Remember mom? She used to have anxiety attacks a while ago too. She probably still has some anxiety meds stored somewhere? They're pretty strong, but I guess I can keep an eye on you if you end up turning into a zombie. They only last a day or two anyway, so they'll be out of your system by the time you're back to your former self. Alternatively... I dunno... didn't you always go camping when you were all amped up? I guess that would be an option too. I have no idea how effective it would be compared to just taking a pill or two, but yea."