A girl

In the mirror, I see a girl. Instinctively, I know she, or rather I am eighteen years old. Freshly eighteen actually. As a matter of fact, this is my birthday.

I blink back that short deluge of memories and try to rage or scream at having been gender bent into a girl against my will. Alas, nothing comes out and all I do is study myself with calm interest.

Starting from the top, I notice immediately the anime-style red hair with two thin ropes of bangs framing my face and lightly brushing against my shoulders while the main body of my hair gently rested below my shoulder blades.

My eyes travel downwards to the lumps of fat my bangs stopped just shy of. I did indeed have boobs. They weren’t what you’d call ‘petite’ either but at least they fit within comfortable norms and didn’t turn out like those types of anime. The last thing I wanted was to be lugging around beachball sized mounds of fat everywhere. Nice, pink nipples and thumb-span areolas adorned my boobs, complimenting my pale skin nicely.

My eyes travelled downwards, sliding over a smooth stomach and curvy hips to the precious V that is my nether regions. For some reason I’m completely smooth and hairless, I didn’t even have underarm hair or anything like that. This allowed me a good view of my pink slit, all nice and packed away until I’m ready to play. I shake my head as weird thoughts of men and locker rooms flutter into my mind.

Having completed my, apparently mandatory, self check-out session, I’m finally given some measure of control and I turn towards the desk. Something tells me that whatever I find under that cover will tell me exactly what kind of world that mysterious voice has dropped me in. Just like how that same something tells me that what I find in my wardrobe will tell me the setting and possibly the theme as well.

I put the wardrobe off for now, one thing at a time. I was dying to know what was under that cover. Striding through my slightly cool room, I reach the desk and grab the corners of that dark grey cover and pull.

Under the cover I find a . . .