ohmygod OhmyGod OHMYGOD (TW)

I looked down, of course, to see why everything felt so off, and found I could see very little beyond the tops of my breasts and the pair of nipples standing up off them. My hand flew to my crotch, and guess what I found there. Nothing. Well, not nothing, but not what I was used to feeling there.

Naturally, I freaked right the Hell out, which led to the inarticulate moaning and hyperventilating, which led to me noticing my voice was not my voice which led to me running for the bathroom.

"ohmygod OhmyGod OHMYGOD," was what was coming out of my mouth, but it wasn't so much me saying those words as me screeching them in a suddenly higher pitched voice as I bounced off furniture, a wall, and finally the bathroom doorjamb in my rush to a mirror, any mirror.

I managed about 3 seconds in front of the mirror, taking in my feminized body and utterly mismatched male head, and then I wasn't screeching anymore. I was kneeling on the floor, puking my guts out into the toilet. Which at least had the benefit of keeping me from hyperventilating, but still wasn't a whole lot of fun. I thought I was about emptied out when my breasts bumped up against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl, and that set me off all over again.

I knelt there, spitting into the bowl and shaking like a Chihuahua on crack, for at least a minute or two before I was able to get back to my feet. I took several deep, slow breaths before I moved back to the mirror. Whoever remodeled the bathroom had used one big mirror across the Jack and Jill sinks, so I could see a decent bit if I stood back a ways.

What I saw was a figure I would have found extremely attractive just a few minutes before. Breasts just a little on the heavy side, a tight waist and flat tummy, and gently flared hips. Almost perfect proportions, really. What wasn't perfect was the pussy that flat tummy sloped down to. The hair above it was trimmed into a cute little strip. There wasn't a whole lot to see, truthfully. Just a slit where my cock had been when I woke up that morning.

Probably the most bizarre part of the image in the mirror was that, from the neck up I still looked like me. The combination was not attractive. The clacking of heels on the hallway floor alerted me to the fact that Elspeth was about to join me in the bathroom, and fear spiked through me like a splash of ice water.

I jumped to close the door, but it wouldn't budge. Elspeth came into the doorway, and I scrambled backwards, nearly falling badly. There was nowhere to go! I jumped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain across as dubious protection.

Elspeth made calming motions with her hands, and said, "Easy, now. It's going to be okay. Come on out of there." When I made no move to comply, she sighed and made a come-here motion with one figure. My traitorous body dropped its hold on the curtain and stepped out of the tub with no direction from my terrified brain.

Elspeth took me by the shoulders and turned me towards the mirror once more. She snapped her fingers and her own clothes disappeared. Looking at our bodies reflected in the mirror, I noticed that--from the neck down, anyway--we looked . . .

"Identical," she said aloud, "I gave you an exact copy of my body."

"What--" I started, then cleared my throat and tried again, "What about my face?" I had tried to pitch my voice lower, but it just came out sounding like a young woman trying to talk in a deep voice.

She answered, "Well, I haven't done your head yet because I haven't decided who you're going to be, roomie." Remembering that she could read my thoughts, I didn't bother speaking my next question aloud. She understood the question perfectly, of course.

"I made our bodies identical because it was the easiest way to go, but I don't want an actual identical twin running around. For lots of reasons. And I certainly can't let you continue like you are, because--let's face it--it's not an attractive combination."

"The question is, who are you going to be? You'll need a whole new identity, of course." As she said this, she pulled a driver's license out of thin air. My driver's license. She held it flat between her hands, and looked my reflection in the eyes.

She asked, "What will it be? Hmmm? Blonde, brunette, or redhead?" She paused for a minute, and added, "Katherine, Isabella, or Deirdre?"

Wait. Did she want me to decide?