Tomboy

You pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath you remember that you have a box of some of your old clothes from when you were smaller.

Hastily, with your new body jiggling uncomfortably, you throw open the closet door and jump to the box in the back. Digging through it, you grab a pair of boxers, jeans, and two shirts, a white t-shirt, and a checkered red and black long sleeve button down.

Everything is incredibly baggy on you, but with the help of a belt, with a new hole so you can adjust it considerably tighter, you'd argue that everything fits.

Rolling up your sleeves, you begin to take stock of the situation. You were a girl, there was no denying that anymore, you could feel it every time you stepped. How you were a girl was way beyond you. Your whole body had changed. The lines on your face were softer, more angular, you were a good foot shorter than you had previously been, you had wider hips and you definitely had breasts, though they remained mostly hidden under your oversized shirts.

You would need help dealing with your situation. There were a few people you trusted, your sister most of all, she was a couple years older than you and while you were never particularly close, she had always been there for you. There was your best friend, who you had been close to since kindergarten. Maybe your parents, but they had more potential to freak than anyone.