A new start in Australia

Your mother is telling you to wake up, but you are so comfortable. You try to roll over and go back to sleep but you feel something poking into your side. Confused, you open your eyes wondering what is going on. You're in the plane flying to Australia. "The pilot just announced that we're about to land." your mother says.

"What time is it?" you ask.

"Yesterday" she replies with a grin. You look back confused for a few seconds before you remember the international date line.

"Funny" you reply "I guess the actual time won't matter until we get through the jet lag." you look out the window and see a city below, Melbourne at a guess. That is where you are headed. An hour latter the plane comes to a stop at the terminal. You are finally able to get up and stretch. After 16 hours of being unable to move except for a trip to the toilets you can barely walk.

A few minutes later you are out of the plane and headed for the nearest toilet. You wash your face in the sink and check your appearance. At 5 feet 9 inches you think you are too tall for a girl. Especially when you a so skinny, thankfully you have started filling out a bit. Your A cup breasts have finally started to fill out to a solid B. You hope that one day you might match your mum's huge E breasts. Your red hair reaches just down to between your shoulder blades and you quite proudly see it as your best feature. Unfortunately with the red hair comes freckles. Even though you have been told more than once that they look cute you just wish you could have plain featureless skin like the women in the trash magazines that are your guilty pleasure. "This is a new start" you remind yourself "no one knows me here." with one last check in the mirror you walk out into your new life.