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One Strange Morning By Morpheus I awoke to the loud, insistent ringing of my alarm clock, and instinctively slapped at it with my hand. Still feeling groggy, I didn't bother to open my eyes yet, choosing instead to just lay where I was on my bed and savor the dreamy half awake state I was in. I wasn't exactly in any mood to hurry out of my nice and comfortable bed, especially since I didn't really have anything to do until late afternoon. It was strangely familiar to be back in my own bed, and in my own bedroom after having spent a year away at college, but rather comforting as well. Summer vacation had finally come, ending my first year at college. And though my grades could stand improvement, I'd passed, and that was all that was important to me. That and the fact that I was through with the rigor and toil of university life, at least until the fall. But in the mean time, I'd come back home, and had been there for two weeks. Of course, living with my parents again wasn't easy. Neither for them or for myself. However we all tried to get along, and they were pretty good about treating me like an adult. But what discomfort I had was compensated by the fact that my food and rent were free. With that and my summer job at the movie theater, I'd hoped to save up some money for when I went back to school. As I'd already learned the hard way that last year, any extra money would be extremely useful. Suddenly my alarm clock went off for the second time, and I groaned. "Time to get up" I thought groggily as I turned off the alarm. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked around my room, lightened by the sunlight that was filtered through the curtains. Almost immediately I realized that something was wrong, though it took me a moment to identify exactly what that something was. My curtains were PINK. "What the hell?" I thought, wondering if one of my mom had changed my curtains for some reason while I was asleep. But that made no sense. Nor did the fact that I was noticing several other things that were definitely not right with my room. I quickly sat up in my bed, wide awake and very confused. Then I felt it. The weight on my chest. As my covers dropped, all I could do was stare down at my chest in absolute shock. At the pair of women's breasts that met my eyes. "What the hell?" I asked again, aloud this time, shocking myself with the sound of a woman's voice. I gasped and reached for my covers to pull them back, noticing that my hands had changed too. My fingernails were sort of long, and my whole hands looked so girlish. So feminine. All I could do was gulp and stare at my hand for a moment, hesitating from pulling back the covers, and being terrified of what I would find. Finally though, I overcame the shock just enough to pull my covers back. I stared down at my very slender waist, and at my long hairless legs. Neither of which held the slightest resemblance to they way they looked when I'd gone to bed. Every bit of my body that I could see looked very female. "Oh shit" I gasped, staring at the white panties that I was wearing. Women's panties. I reached between my legs in a panic, but my hand found nothing there. No penis or testicles. Instead, all I felt was a slight mound. Horrified and confused, I jumped out of bed, and stood next to it, feeling unbelievably strange. I quickly slid my hand down the front of my panties, trying again to find something. But it was in vain. There was no sign of any male equipment, though my finger tip did locate a slit in my crotch. A vagina. "Oh no" I whispered at the implication, still in complete shock. I absently reached for the light switch next to my bed, wanting more light as I started to look over my body. Or whatever this was that passed as my body for the moment. With the light, I could see even more clearly that I definitely looked like a girl. There was no trace of the old male me that I went to bed with. For several minutes, all I did was stare down at my body, too nervous to even touch myself. However I finally got the nerve and gently poked one of my breasts. It felt sort of solid but jiggly at the same time. And very real. Especially when I touched my nipple. I gasped at how sensitive my nipple felt, and quickly pulled my hand back. "Wow" I whispered, unsure of what else I could say. Forcing my eyes away from my body, I looked at some of the things that I'd glimpsed earlier. My bedroom had changed, a lot. Nearly as much as I had. It was obviously still the same room, and furniture was arranged nearly the same way, but it was different furniture. And different decorations. Instead of my old dresser, a taller one which looked more feminine was in it's place, with a mirror and some makeup sitting on top. The posters on the wall were missing, and the paint on the walls was a slightly different shade of white. Almost more of a cream colored now. My eyes wandered to my bed, and I saw that the covers weren't any that I really recognized, and definitely looked like they'd belong on a girl's bed. There were other things as well. Lots of small things, which I absently noticed though didn't really pay attention too. "This isn't possible" I muttered, once again hearing a female voice. I shook my head in disbelief, but only felt something tickle my shoulders. For a moment, I stared down at my chest again, barely able to see anything below the breasts. My breasts. What the hell was happening to me? Then I looked up, remembering the mirror I'd seen on the dresser. I quickly went to it and stared at the reflection, my mouth dropped open in surprise. A pretty girl that looked 19, the same age as me, stood there staring back. She had the same brown hair that I did, but down to her shoulders. Down to my shoulders. All I could do was stare at my reflection for the longest time, unsure what to think. That wasn't me. It couldn't be me. Could it? After several minutes, I started to realize that she did look a little familiar, though I couldn't place where. At least not at first. Then it dawned on me. She looked sort of like the old me, but different. Or, I realized in startlement, sort of like my mom. "Oh my God" I whispered, tearing my eyes away from the mirror. "This isn't real" I told my self, though I wasn't sure that I believed it. "It can't be" Unfortunately though, the unfamiliar weight on my chest, and the absence between my legs argued otherwise. Trying to get hold of myself, I sat back down on the edge of my bed, or at least the bed that was in it's place, and stared down at my hands. At the feminine fingers, and the slightly long, pink nails that decorated them. I stayed like that for several minutes at least, too shocked and confused to think clearly. All I could try to do was absorb the fact that something had happened to me, and it was definitely not normal. Finally though, my thoughts cleared up enough for me to realize that I still didn't know exactly what did happen to me. Other than the obvious that was. I needed some answers, and I didn't think that I was about to find them in my bedroom, or whoevers bedroom this happened to be. It was then that I noticed the bathrobe that was hanging on the door knob to the closet. It was one of those big fluffy white ones, and not something that I'd ever wear normally. In fact, I'd never worn a bathrobe before in my life, but at the moment it seemed to be the best option available to me. Though I suspected that there would be plenty of clothes both in the dresser and closet that would fit the new me, I had no intention of putting any of them on. So I quickly hurried over and slipped the bathrobe on, tying it tightly at my waist, and making sure that my new....cleavage, was fully covered. I couldn't help but shuddering at the very thought that I now had cleavage. Just as I was about to leave the room, I saw something on the wall. It was a picture of my family, placed in the exact same spot it usually was. However I immediately noticed the difference. It was the same picture, with both of my parents looking the same as they usually did in it, but the one difference in it was me. I wasn't in the picture anymore, but instead, there was a girl in my spot. The same girl that I'd seen in the mirror. "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, staring at the picture in shock. "This can't be..." I forced my eyes away from the picture, still having no idea what it meant, except that things might be even weirder than I'd thought. For the moment though, I decided to continue with looking for answers, and that meant outside of the room. I was somewhat nervous as I opened the door, afraid of what I was going to find on the outside. Was there going to be someone waiting to jump out and yell "surprise" like this was really Candid Camera, or maybe something else. After hesitating for only a second though, I gathered my courage and swung the door open, relieved to find nothing there. In fact, the hallway looked the same as it always did. Since everything seemed all right there, I walked out into the hall, feeling extremely self conscious. God, I could even feel my chest jiggling slightly with every step. How can women stand that? But I tried to ignore that, and the rest of my discomfort as I went downstairs, relieved to see that everything else seemed to be pretty much normal. As soon as I heard my parents talking in the living room, I stopped where I was and gulped. How the hell was I going to tell them what had happened to me, when I didn't even know myself? I didn't even know how I could face them with like that. I looked down at the swelling on my chest with disgust, knowing that I couldn't put it off forever. After gathering up my courage, I nervously walked into the living room, and into the view of my parents. I tensed up as I awaited their reactions. "Morning honey" my mom said cheerfully, giving me a quick glance before going back to the conversation with my dad. "Good morning sweety" my dad said with a smile, "Did my little angel sleep all right?" I stared at them both, sure that my mouth had dropped open in surprise. Neither of them seemed to notice anything strange about my being a girl, and in fact, they seemed to have expected it. No way did dad call me his "little angel" much less "sweety". "Oh God" I whispered, realizing that things were definitely stranger than I'd thought if even my own parents had changed along with my room. I was shocked and confused, not knowing what to do. It was then that I noticed that my dad looked taller than before, and so did my mom. I gulped, realizing that I'd not only turned into a girl, but I'd gotten shorter at the same time. And judging from my mom's height, I decided that I had to be around 5 foot 6 or 7, instead of my usual 5 foot 10. Three or four inches. At least that was what I estimated. Finally focused my thoughts again and whispered back "Good morning", deciding to play along until I had a better idea of what was going on. Neither of my parents seemed to notice anything odd, and in fact weren't even looking at me anymore, talking to each other about bills instead. Still stunned, I turned and left the living room, absently noticing that several of the family pictures on the wall had changed. In everyone that I should be, there was the girl I now appeared to be. Even my graduation picture had changed into this girl. This only left me more stunned as I wandered into the kitchen, wondering just how far these changes had gone. When I went to the kitchen, I was running on autopilot, trying to absorb what had happened to me and make some sort of sense out of it. I grabbed a bagel for breakfast and slowly ate it, drinking a cup of coffee along with it. While eating, I kept looking at my hands as I held the bagel or reached for the coffee. The longer nails seemed so unfamiliar, though the rest of my hand did as well. In fact, the longer nails kept getting in my way, making me misjudge the length of my fingers. But I was able to manage with them, though I was relieved that they weren't longer like some girls I knew. As I was eating, my determination to find out what was happening to me grew stronger. Surely something around the house would give me a clue. Once I was finished, I did a quick look around the house, finding that even though almost everything else seemed to be normal, there were lots of little things. Like every picture in the house that had me in it was gone, or changed. Some of the things that I'd given to my parents for birthdays and holidays were gone as well, though a few other things I didn't recognize had appeared. And finally, all the little nick-nacks that I'd made for my parents as a little kid were gone, with a few other things that were obviously made by a child having also appeared. However, after searching the house, I was still confused and without an answer. All I could think of doing for the moment at least was returning to the room I'd woken up in, and hopefully try to figure things out there. I was almost relieved when I closed the door to my room behind me, thinking that at least I didn't have to be seen like that by my parents. God, I couldn't believe how strange that all was, with me changing like that and my parents both acting like there was nothing wrong. It was downright freaky. Just a moment after I was back in the room, I looked down at the chair which was sitting next to the door and noticed that there was a purse sitting on it. Somehow, I suspected that this was probably mine, or at least belonged to the person I'd become. Curious about it, I couldn't resist pouring the contents onto the floor, and carefully digging through them. It was about what I expected. Lots of makeup, a hair brush, some spare change, and what really caught my eye....a wallet. I tore open the wallet and stared at the drivers license. It was made out to a Melissa Denise Fielder, not to Sean Richard Fielder, which was my name. It even had the picture of me, or at least the new me, on it. After staring at it for a few moments, I even realized that the birth date on it was my own. May 3rd. Still confused, I just stared the license, wondering what it meant. Then I remembered something. Something that my mom had told me when I was a kid. That when she was expecting me, they'd planned on naming a boy after my grandpa Sean, but if it had been a girl.....If I'd been born a girl....they were going to name her Melissa. "Oh shit" I whispered, dropping the wallet to the floor in shock. I couldn't believe it. It was like I'd never been born. Or actually, as if I'd been born a girl instead. That just wasn't possible. With a burning need to know just how far this went, I started digging through my closet, pulling out all my school year books and photo alblums. Once I had them all set before me, I started going through them, finding immediately that there was no Sean Fielder listed in them. Instead, it was Melissa Fielder. All I could do was stare at the year books in shock, then throw them aside as I went through the rest, and finally to my photo album. The photo album was the most shocking. Instead of my usual dark blue photo album which was half full, there was a thicker flower print one, which was overflowing with pictures. Pictures of me, or at least the new me, and all sorts of people. A lot of them I didn't even recognize. All the pictures of me and Ted, my best friend since elementary school, had all vanished. Ted wasn't in a single one of the pictures in fact. Instead, there were a lot of pictures of girls that I knew from school. And especially of one blonde girl that I vaguely remembered being in the same class's with me in elementary, and junior high, though I couldn't really remember her name. It wasn't like I'd ever talked to her or anything. But by the look of these pictures, of the way she and Melissa were together in a lot of them, I had to assume that she and Melissa were real good friends. Possibly best friends. There were a couple pictures from my prom, all with Melissa being dressed in a dark blue dress, and with a guy I recognized from high school. A guy named David something or other, whom I'd been in a couple classes with, but never really talked to. "Oh my God" I whispered when I was finished, closing the photo album and setting it aside. A lot of those photo's seemed to have followed along with my own, holding incredible similarities. Hell, a few of them even seemed to be about identical to some old photo's I had. Still staring at the photo album, I realized that everything seemed to be for Melissa's life. For what my life might have been like if I'd simply been born a girl instead of a boy. All the different people in the pictures, even the ones of Melissa as a cheerleader. It only stood to reason, that if I had been born a girl, then I would have hung out with different people. That I would have made different choices, had different friends, and that would have led to even more changes and differences. Stunned by the realization, I stared down at my breasts, or at least what little I could see of their shape through my bathrobe. I felt like a stranger in my own body. But then again, it wasn't my body. Or at least not my normal body. But if my guess was right, then it was my body. Just one that had been born female instead of male. I nervously got off the floor, still amazed by how strange my body felt. At the way my hairless legs rubbed against each other, the way my hair tickled my shoulders, the weight hanging from my chest, and the void between my legs. Even my hips felt wider, and my ass bigger, not to mention my stomach which didn't have the slight spare tire that I customarily wore. Instead, it was thin. I tried to ignore all of that though as I stood up, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I tried to take my mind off of the way I felt, and focus it on finding a solution, but I just couldn't do it. Not with everything being so distracting. And then I was also getting curious. I couldn't help but wondering, at wanting to take a closer look at myself. After staring at my reflection, and considering my temptation for several moments, I finally decided. I undid the bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor. My breasts were hanging out in the open again, and I looked down at them, and at the large brown aureole's. Without really thinking about it, I ran one of my fingers around them, tracing my aureola with my fingernail. It felt so strange, but at the same time, kind of....erotic. For the next several minutes, I just stood where I was, playing with my nipples and losing myself in the strange new sensations that were coming from them. Then without consciously thinking about it, I started rubbing at my breasts. A moment later, I pulled my hands away, suddenly feeling embarrassed at my lack of self control. "Oh man" I mumbled, blushing in embarrassment over my actions, though unable to take my mind off of the curiosity I was still feeling, and the temptation to continue. For the moment though, I decided to continue with my self exploration, but in a more clinical manner. Or at least try to as much as I could. Still embarrassed over my situation, I looked down at my panties and hesitated for a moment. "Here goes nothing" I muttered, sliding them down and dropping them to the floor. The reflection in the mirror showed that what was between my legs had no resemblance to my old male equipment, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to look at it more directly. The very thought made me gulp nervously. It felt almost as if by my doing so, I'd make it more real. That until I actually looked there myself, I could somehow deny what had happened. That I could still believe on some level that it was all just a strange dream, perhaps caused by the pizza I had before going to bed. Somehow though, I knew that I couldn't deny it. I had to look. I had to see for myself, to prove once and for all how real this was. I gulped and thought about it for a moment, then I sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned forward to get as good a look between my legs as I possibly could. What met my eyes was just what my fingers had touched on earlier, and the same thing that the mirror had shown me moments before. A very female crotch. There was a slight pubic mound, with a very obvious vagina. And the whole area was covered with brown pubic hair, which had obviously been trimmed in feminine fashion. The whole sight made me gasp and stare, even though it was exactly what I'd been expecting. I continued to stare at my new....equipment for several minutes, too shocked to do anything else. However I finally regained control of myself and nervously touched my pussy lips. I was surprised at just how sensitive they were to my fingertips. They made even my new nipples seem dull in comparison. My fingers continued their exploration of my new equipment, while my mind was nearly numb from the shock of it all. Then one of my fingers slid into my slid, making me gasp aloud and shaking me out of my stupor. "My God" I whispered, quickly yanking my finger back out. It had only gone in about an inch or so.....but it had definitely been enough. Enough for me to find out just how strange it felt to have something inside of me, and to make my mind reel at the realization of just how real this was. Stunned, I just laid back on the bed, dressed in nothing but what Mother Nature gave me, or I guess what she gave Melissa. Either way, I was completely naked. Suddenly the door opened up, and my mom's face peaked in. She had started to say something, but she stopped and stared at me. I felt myself blush throughout my entire body and rushed to cover myself with the sheets from the bed. "Mom" I gasped, horrified at being caught in that condition. My mind rushed for some explanation and I mumbled, "I was getting dressed" She coughed, looking embarrassed herself. "Sorry about this Honey, but you really should lock the door." "Um...yeah" I mumbled, still in shock over the fact that she didn't even notice anything wrong with my being a girl. "Well, " Mom continued, "the bathroom's free for awhile so you can take your shower" "Um...thanks" I told her, relieved when she left the room and shut the door behind her. I blew out a sigh of relief, them climbed off the bed. "I guess I should take a shower" I thought aloud, staring at the wall. As I was reaching over to pick up the bathrobe again, I noticed something on the nightstand that I'd completely missed earlier. My eyes went wide as I picked up the pack of cigarettes that were sitting there and stared at them. But I didn't smoke. It took me several seconds of staring at them before I realized that they must be Melissa's, like everything else. "Shit" I whispered, realizing that Melissa must be a smoker. Just another one of the differences that would have happened if I'd been born a girl. "I guess different friends would mean some different peer pressures....and habits" I mumbled, "Or something like that" I stared at the cigarette's in my hand for a moment more, startled to realize that I felt an urge to have one. "Just great" I grumbled, "Now along with Melissa's body, I seem to have her nicotine habit as well" With a sigh, I ignored the craving I was beginning to feel and put the pack back on the nightstand, right next to the ashtray. With that, I put the bathrobe back on, and hurried to the bathroom. I figured that it would probably be best just to get the shower over with as soon as I could. I REALLY didn't want to have to stay naked like this any longer than I had to. Only minutes later, I was standing in the shower with the hot water pouring all over me. It felt kind of good, especially with the way it tickled my nipples, but I didn't have time to stay there and enjoying it so I hurried as I washed my hair and (gulp) body. When I'd finished washing the last of the soap off of my body, and the shampoo from my hair, I got out and dried myself off. I had to admit, as strange as my body's new curves felt to my hands through the towel, it also felt somewhat exciting. It was so different, and the most interesting thing that had ever happened to me. And as scared as I was about the changes, I couldn't help being curious about them as well. Getting hold of myself, I remembered that I still needed to get back to normal, and that I'd need to get dressed to start looking for how. After my shower and the longer than usual process of drying my hair, I suddenly felt the rather insistent call of Mother Nature. Groaning, I sat down on the toilet, fortunately remembering my condition, and did what I had to do. It felt sort of strange the way it came out, but familiar at the same time. When I'd finished, I made sure to wipe myself dry. Part 2 Having finished with my business in the bathroom, I returned to the bedroom. My bedroom, as hard as it was to admit. It certainly didn't look like it, but then again, I didn't look like myself either at the moment. At least not the male self that I'd grown up with. Once I was safely inside, I locked the door, not wanting a repeat incident of what happened earlier with my mom walking in on me. As bad as that had been, having my dad come in on me like that would be even more humiliating. Carefully, and I have to admit, with some curiosity, I started looking through my dresser drawers and closet, wondering just what kind of clothes Melissa wore. I sure hoped that it wasn't dresses and skirts, and found much to my relief that she didn't seem to go for that sort of thing. At least not too much. I settled on a pair of white panties and a bra. Not that I liked the idea of using a bra, but with one good look at my new....assets, I decided that I could probably use one. The panties went on with no problem, and they even felt kind of good. Sort of smooth and silky against my crotch. The bra on the other hand was a real pain. I struggled with it for nearly five minutes before I finally got it to latch in the back. It felt kind of uncomfortable as it held my breasts in and dug into my shoulders, but not enough to make me take it off. At least not yet. Once I had my (shudder) lingerie on, I sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the rest of the clothes in my hands. I sighed as I set them next to me, feeling completely ridiculous in just the girls clothes that I was already wearing, and not looking forward to any more of it. But then again, at the moment it wasn't like I really had much choice, especially not if I wanted to actually get out of the house. With one more sigh, I was about to continue getting dressed, when I saw the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand again. And once again I felt an urge...a craving for one. Though I thought that it was probably Melissa's nicotine addiction that I was feeling, I couldn't really be sure that it wasn't just psychosomatic. That it wasn't just my own mind playing tricks on me and making me feel what I thought I should since I was in a smokers body. Either way though, I definitely felt an urge to have one. I just stared at the pack for a moment, then picked it up. I couldn't believe it. I'd never smoked before in my life, and here I was actually having cravings for a cigarette. For a second I thought about it, then shrugged. "Why not?" I asked myself. "It won't hurt to try one" Then with that, I pulled a cigarette out and held it between my feminine looking fingers. For several moments, I just continued to stare at it, then finally I raised it to my lips. Still holding the cigarette between my lips, I lit the lighter I'd found on the nightstand and stared at the flame for just a moment before lighting the cigarette. I cautiously sucked in, feeling the warm smoke fill my mouth, then go down my throat and into my lungs. For a moment I felt like I was going to cough from the strange sensation, but somehow I managed to keep from doing so. Instead I just marveled at how odd it felt, and tasted, then blew the smoke back out. "Not too bad" I thought, taking another tentative puff. The taste was a little odd, but still not too bad. At least not as bad as I'd always thought tobacco would taste. After several more puffs, I started feeling a little calmer and more relaxed. I actually chuckled to myself at the realization that I was beginning to enjoy smoking. This was definitely strange, but then again, as a quick glance at my chest reminded me, the whole morning had been nothing but strange so far. With that, I set the half smoked cigarette into the ashtray and started to get dressed, taking occasional puffs from it as I did so. When I was finished getting dressed, I stood up and admired myself. I was wearing a white T-shirt, and a pair of blue coveralls. The kind that cut off at the knees so as to be both coveralls and shorts at the same time. I also had on a pair of white socks, and a pair of tennis shoes that I'd found in the closet. "Perfect" I said, relieved that I didn't have to do something as embarrassing as putting on a skirt. Or at least as close as perfect as I could get while in the wrong body, and the wrong sex. I looked at myself in the mirror on top of the dresser, seeing that I still didn't look right since my hair wasn't brushed and I wasn't wearing any makeup. But I had to admit, that I did look rather pretty. If I'd seen this girl normally, I wouldn't have hesitated to go on a date with her, but then again, If I'd seen this girl normally, she would have been my twin sister. If I had a twin sister that was. "Just great" I groaned, quickly brushing my hair with a brush that had been sitting on top of the dresser. "But there's no way that I'm putting on makeup" I might have been forced to wear women's clothes, but I put my foot down at makeup. No way, no how. Since I was all dressed up, I decided that I didn't have any more reason to hang around the house. Not if I wanted to see how far the changes had spread, and try to find an answer. With that, I went over and picked up my purse, getting ready to leave the room, but after a moments thought, I threw the cigarettes and lighter inside. "Now to go find some answers" I said as I walked out the door. "And if this is someone's sick idea of a joke....." I left the rest unsaid, unsure of exactly what I'd do, but knowing that it wouldn't be pleasant. --------------------- I quickly hurried down the stairs, eager to get outside and find out just how far these strange changes had gone. But with every step, my breasts jiggled uncomfortably, reminding me only more of my current predicament, and making me glad that I'd actually put on a bra. I could just imagine how bad they would have been bouncing without one. As I got to the bottom and headed for the door, I saw my mom and called out a quick "bye mom" "Bye Melissa" she called back, then adding "Where are you off too?" I gulped at the realization that she'd called me Melissa. I'd expected it, but to actually have it happen. And worse, I knew that if I couldn't find out what had done this to me, and some way to undo it, I'd have to get used to being called Melissa After a moment, I gathered my wits and told her, "I'm just going out for some fresh air" Mom seemed to accept that, going back to the book she was reading, while I sighed and hurried for the door. Once outside, I couldn't help stopping and staring at my yard. Even that had changed. The tree that I'd climbed in as a kid was gone, cut down. There was no sign of the swing that had been in the yard either, or the fence that dad and I had built two years earlier. But the rose garden looked to be about twice the size as normal, and there was a couple small trees that had been planted in the yard. There were other changes as well, though more subtle. I could only stare around me in amazement, before whispering "Wow." After shaking my head clear, I hurried out of the yard, feeling even more apprehensive than before. Who knew how much had changed? It certainly didn't make any kind of sense. None at all. I soon discovered that once I was out of my own yard, everything seemed to be the same as normal. Everything except for me that is. I was still in the body of Melissa, my female alternate. All the houses looked to be the same as always, and even the people I saw looked like they always did. I was beginning to wonder if the changes had gone no further than my own yard, when Mrs. Parks, the old widow who lives a couple houses down waved at me and called out "Good morning Melissa. How have you been?" As startled as I was at being called Melissa again, it wasn't enough to keep me from automatically calling back "Fine, and you?" I didn't really pay attention to Mrs. Parks answer, though I did nod my head a little as I continued on my way. Without having any particular destination in mind, I just walked around, trying to find anything different. However, nothing else presented itself. But I realized that didn't mean that there weren't differences. Mrs. Park had already proven that. After awhile though, I remembered that Ted would be working at the video store today. "Great" I thought, glad to have a destination in mind. I wasn't sure how Ted would react, but had a horrible suspicion that he'd only remember me as Melissa. Before going to the video store though, I knew that I had to go back to the house to pick up the car. There was no way that I was going to walk that kind of distance. However, when I got back to the house, I found no sign of my car, and it took me several minutes before I realized that the gray Mazda parked in front of the house was mine. Fortunately, I found the Mazda keys in the (my?) purse. When I finally got to the video store, I hurried in, noticing the strange way some guys were looking at me. God that felt strange. It was making me even more self conscious than I was before, and that took some doing. But I tried to ignore that and focus on my objective. Ted. Ted was behind the counter and I couldn't help smiling when I saw him. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the shape of my breasts which were pushing out from my coveralls, wincing as I did so, then I walked up to him. "Hi Ted" I said, smiling in embarrassment. "Um....Hi" he responded, looking at me slightly surprised but without recognition. Then a moment later it came. "Melissa Fielder, right? I remember you from school" I sighed in disappointment. Even my own best friend had been caught in this. "Um...yeah" I responded, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. "I was just checking out the movies and thought I recognized you" He seemed satisfied with that explanation. However, I quickly noticed that his eyes kept moving from my face to my chest, which made me more uncomfortable. We talked for another moment, asking the typical "How have you been?" questions, and pretending that we'd been something more than just acquaintances in school. For me, this was very hard. He was my best friend, and didn't even seem to recognize me. In fact, Ted just kept eyeing me like I was a piece of meat, or a prospective girlfriend. That was not something that I was happy about. Finally I couldn't help asking him "Do you know my....cousin, Sean Fielder by any chance?" Ted looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook his head, "No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?" "Oh, no reason" I told him, forcing a smile. Then sadly, I excused myself, telling him goodbye and hurried out the door. I could feel tears coming to my eyes, and I didn't fight them as they started to come out. Once I was within my car, I broke down and started crying. "This can't be happening" I cried, "It can't" But somehow it was. I'd not only turned into a girl, with everyone else seeming to think that was normal, but even worse than that was the fact that my own best friend didn't even know me anymore. I just couldn't take it anymore, and stayed where I was for I don't know how long, crying to myself. -------------------- Eventually I'd regained control of myself and started back home, though I honestly didn't really remember the trip. I was too stunned by the realization that this was real. That I'd just lost my entire life, as well as my body. Up until then, it had almost seemed like some sort of strange dream, but now...now I didn't know what I would do. Or what I even could do. Nothing was as it should be, and I worried that it never would be again. My parents didn't say a word to me when I numbly went back to my room, though I'm sure that they noticed my tears, and my distraught condition. However, they probably just wanted to give me some time to calm down before saying anything. For a long time, I just lay back on my bed, too stunned to do anything. Finally however, my head cleared and I got up, staring at my reflection for a moment before wiping the tears away. "God I look like shit" I mumbled, realizing that I couldn't keep up like that. I don't know what had come over me to make me loose control of myself and actually start crying. Maybe it was all the female hormones in my body, or maybe it was just the fact that I'd just gone through more shocks, and more stress than I'd ever gone through before in my life. Hell, more than all the rest of my life put together. Either way, I knew that I'd lost it for awhile. But now I had my head back on straight again. More or less. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I knew that I didn't really have much choice. I couldn't tell people who I really was. Not my parents or even Ted. They only remembered me as Melissa, and would definitely think that I was crazy if I told them the truth. No, for the moment, my only option was to play along. To pretend to be Melissa. I figured that other than being a girl, it wouldn't be too hard. At least not with as many similarities as there were between our lives. But I'd still need to learn more about her, and more about all the things that were different. Having made up my mind, I actually felt a little better. Now at least I had an idea of what I was going to do until I could find out more about what happened to me. Now I had a plan. I smiled faintly, then turned away from the mirror, feeling more confident than I had all morning. First off, I knew that my best bet for finding out more about Melissa would be her bedroom.....my bedroom. I carefully began looking through the closet and all the dresser drawers. Some of the things that I found left me feeling a little embarrassed, like the vibrator and the Playgirl magazine's. Those I quickly stashed back into their hiding spots, and continued with my search. Then I found my college records. Or at least the printout of my classes and grades for the year. I was relieved to see that I still went to the same school, which wasn't really surprising since it was the same one that my parents had both gone to. That was one of the main reason's I'd chosen it. However, I noticed immediately that my class schedule was a bit different, and my grades where somewhat different as well. I did worse in a couple of my classes, but better in some others. Overall however, my gradepoint average was about the same as it was before, if not actually just a little higher. "That's a relief" I decided, glad that I was still going to school rather than having dropped out or something. But as interesting as my grades were, my next discovery was much, much better. In the top drawer of Melissa's nightstand, I found her diary. "Perfect" I thought, getting onto the bed and making myself comfortable. It looked like I might be reading for awhile. -------------------- I spent the next two hours, sitting on the bed and reading through the diary. It was filled with a lot of meaningless ramblings and gossip about various friends, boyfriends and potential boyfriends, but it also contained a lot of very useful information. For one, I learned that the blonde girl I'd seen so many pictures of was named Tammy Simms, and was Melissa's best friend. And I learned that Melissa didn't currently have a boyfriend, not having seen any guys in several months. But even more importantly, I learned a lot about her daily life. A lot of which would help me pass myself off as Melissa. Hopefully. The diary had only covered the last two years, which was enough to help me out, but it also mentioned at the beginning that Melissa had an older diary which she'd filled up. I made a mental note to find that one since I could use some more information about her earlier years. Besides, I was also filled with an unbearable curiosity. I mean, it was amazing just how many similarities and differences there were between our lives, and I wanted to find out as much more as I could. However, the older diary would have to wait. Once I was finished reading the one I already had, I set it down on the nightstand and sighed. For a moment, I just rubbed my eyes, then sat back up, lighting myself a cigarette as I thought about my condition. It was strange and unfamiliar, but definitely neither painful, nor especially uncomfortable. Just different. One of the things I learned about from the diary was that I no longer had a summer job at the movie theater. Instead, Melissa had been working as a waitress at a local restaurant. Not something that I was particularly interested in doing, but knew that I'd have to if I was going to keep up appearances. And worse was the fact that I was scheduled to work that night, in only a couple hours. I'd have to eat dinner early then hurry off to work. The very idea made me groan, but I consoled myself with the thought that at least I wasn't working at Hooters. After a few minutes, my curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't resist looking into the closet again I almost immediately found the waitress uniform, which I'd somehow overlooked earlier, and since I knew what I was looking for, I also found two older diaries, which had been tied together with a long piece of yarn. As I took the diaries out and untied them, I only gave them a cursory glance through. There would be more time to read them later. However, at the moment I wanted to go and talk with my parents a little before dinner. Maybe I could pick up a few more clues from them. -------------------- Over the next hour, I talked with my parents, finding that though they were very much like normal, they were also different as well, or at least in the way that they treated me. I guess that was to be expected though. Mom seemed a lot more talkative with me, while dad seemed more distant. Normally I was his pride and joy, but now I got the impression that he seemed to think of me as his precious baby daughter. As being helpless and in need of his protection, but not someone that he could talk freely with. Yuck. I wasn't sure how to handle my parents changed attitudes, but tried not to show my unease. In fact, I had to admit that after talking with my mom for awhile, I started to feel a lot more comfortable with her, and closer to her than I could ever remember. Dinner was almost identical to normal, which made me feel a lot more comfortable. At least some things never changed, even if everything else in the world did. Or at least everything else in my life. Finally though, it was time for me to start getting ready for work. Originally I'd been scheduled to go to work at the movie theater two hours later, but now my preparations for work were going to be not only earlier, but entirely different. I started off by putting on the uniform I'd found in the closet. The white shirt made my breasts a little too noticeable for my taste, but at least it didn't reveal a lot of cleavage. There was even a little tag on it that said "Melissa" just on the other side from where the restaurants name was embroidered. Unfortunately, the uniform also consisted of a knee length skirt, which I really didn't want to wear, but knew I'd have to. God, I felt so humiliated. Especially when I put on the pantyhose as well. My legs felt naked and exploded. Hell, I almost felt like I was naked. However, in spite of that, I had to admit that the smooth feeling of the pantyhose against my legs was kind of nice. Sort of erotic in a way. "Not too bad" I muttered aloud, deciding that I could probably handle wearing that stuff for a couple hours. Then I slipped on the black pumps with the one inch heels. They were somewhat uncomfortable to wear, and even more so to walk in. However, I'd worn cowboy boots a few times, and walking in those heels were helping me a little now. After a little practice around the room, I knew that I'd be able to manage all right. I wouldn't be real feminine, but I'd at least be able to walk around in them without much trouble. When I was finished, I went to the bathroom and looked myself over in the full length mirror. As my eyes looked at my legs, I whistled. "Nice legs" Now if only they weren't on me. However, I also noticed that my hair would probably need to be brushed, and I suspected that Melissa usually wore makeup to work. The hair didn't take me too long to get brushed and somewhat decent, though the makeup was a problem. I used some of the makeup I'd found in Melissa's.....my bedroom, and tried putting it on, but the results were comic at best. I almost looked like some sort of clown. And after several more attempts, I had definitely improved. Now I looked like a cheap hooker, which was not the image that I was trying to present. Finally, I just cleaned off my face and hoped that I could get away without any makeup, because it was obvious that I'd need a lot more practice if I wanted to do it right. I just hoped that I wouldn't be stuck in Melissa's body long enough to get that practice. Once I was satisfied that I was at least presentable, I went downstairs and said a quick "See ya later" to my parents. "Bye sweety" dad mumbled, barely bothering to look away from the news on TV. Mom came over and kissed me on the cheek, frowning slightly. "What, no makeup today?" she asked. For a moment my mind raced for an explanation, and I ended up mumbling something about wanting to try something different. She just shook her head slightly but didn't say anything more, much to my relief. Since that was all over with, I left the house and started towards the restaurant. -------------------- My arrival at the restaurant really made me uncomfortable. I'd gone in and had a couple dishwashers and cooks that I didn't know say hi to me, and all I could do was mumble a quick "Hi" back, hoping that they wouldn't want to talk more. However, I did take close care to pay attention to the names that were mentioned around me. I recognized some of them from Melissa's diary, and was slowly beginning to match faces to the names. I'd gotten there several minutes early, and my shift hadn't started yet. However, I was beginning to get nervous, wondering how I was going to pull this off. I didn't know the first thing about waitressing in that restaurant, and was becoming sure that I'd make a mistake, that I'd screw up somehow. I was in the back room, nervously eyeing the people around me, when suddenly a voice called out "Hey Melissa, what's up?" Then a familiar looking blonde girl was standing in front of me with a grin on her face. I frowned, trying to find a name, then I noticed the tag on her uniform. Tammy. Recognition dawned on me as I remembered her from years ago at school, not to mention all the photos that Melissa had. This was Melissa's best friend. "Hi Tammy" I answered with a smile, glad that I at least knew who one person here was. She frowned a moment, then asked me what was up with the makeup, or the lack of it. Without any hesitation, I told her the same thing that I'd told my mom, that I was trying something different. Tammy shook her head. "You're not going to get much tips that way" Then before I could really do anything, she pulled a compact out of her purse and told me "Don't move" For several minutes, I was stuck where I was, while Tammy unceremoniously applied makeup to my face, in spite of my several protests. She just smiled and told me "This is for your own good, girl" When Tammy had finished, I nervously licked my lips, tasting the lipstick on them. It felt sort of like wearing chapstick, and tasted sort of strange, though not really bad at all. "Now that's better" Tammy told me with a grin before hurrying off to wait on some tables. I watched her hurry off, beginning to remember her a little more clearly from school, though not too much. From what I'd recalled, she was always somewhat shy, but the Tammy that I'd just talked to seemed anything but shy. Another effect of my becoming female, I couldn't help wondering, or Melissa's becoming a shy girls best friend? Shrugging the question off as unimportant, I decided to get a better look at what Tammy had done to me. And that would require a trip to the bathroom. When I went to go look, I almost stepped into the guys bathroom by mistake, but the look one of the guys who'd just come out gave me reminded me of my....condition. That and a quick glance down at my boobs. A minute later though, I was in the "right" bathroom, and staring at myself in the mirror once again. The makeup that Tammy had put on me certainly did make a difference. It was somewhat subtle in some ways, but overall, the effect made my face more attractive. Prettier. "Oh God" I groaned in embarrassment at thinking myself pretty, but I was. I'd actually been pretty before, but whatever Tammy had done just seemed to bring it out more. To make it more obvious and noticeable. Remembering that my shift was about to start, I decided to go to the bathroom while I could, then I returned to the back room to start. I was still dreading it, knowing that somehow I was going to mess up and give myself away. Or worse. Once my shift began and I started waiting on tables, it turned out that it wasn't quite so bad. In fact, it turned out that Melissa had only been working there for a week, so everyone just ignored my mistakes or corrected them, much to my relief. I just wished that I'd remembered that from the diary instead of worrying about it. Over the next several hours, I was kept so busy that the time just flew by. But even though I was busy, I still ended up talking to Tammy quite a bit in passing, finding that she seemed to be a rather nice, if outgoing girl. I couldn't help thinking that if I were my normal self, I'd be asking her out on a date. But at the moment that wasn't exactly possible, and fate...or whatever was responsible for the changes, had made her my "girlfriend" in an entirely different way. When I finally got a break, I found that Tammy had taken one at the same time, just so that we could talk some more. Somehow I found myself outside the back of the restaurant, smoking with Tammy and chatting about "the good old days" which I didn't remember at all. Fortunately, she seemed content to do most of the talking, and I ended up learning a bit more about Melissa's past. But the break only lasted for 15 minutes, so I didn't get to learn too much. One thing else that I discovered about my new job, was the tips. I'd made $55 in tips that night, and that was after having to give away some of it to the cooks. I definitely had to admit that my new job was paying a lot more than my old one, even though all the extra was coming from tips. Eventually my shift ended, and since Tammy had gotten off two hours before me, I didn't get to talk to her again before going home. I was kind of disappointed at that, but kind of relieved at the same time. I was feeling pretty tired and looking forwards to hitting the sack. And as soon as I got home, I barely managed to get undressed and my makeup off before doing exactly that. Part 3 Once again I woke up to the insistent beeping from my alarm clock, and rolled over enough to smack it. However, as soon as I rolled over, I could feel something pressing against both my chest and the bed. That immediately woke me the rest of the way up, and sent my hands to my chest where they met my breasts. Memories of the day before flooded through my mind, as did the realization that it hadn't just been a dream. After overcoming the brief shock of waking up in Melissa's room again, I got up and stretched, wondering what I was going to do for the day. Then I remembered the other diaries, and knew what I was going to do. Or at least what I was going to do for part of the day. Several minutes later, I'd made a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve myself and returned to the bedroom. I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette to stay in character (or at least that's what I told myself) and started reading the older diary. About halfway through the diary, I decided to take a break and get myself showered and dressed. Once I'd done that, and grabbed a bite to eat, I returned to my reading. It was incredibly interesting, while boring at the same time. But then again, even the boring parts were kind of interesting and gave me some insight into Melissa's life. Finally I finished reading through both of the diaries and gently set them aside, carefully thinking about what I'd just read. I'd just gotten a good look at who Melissa really was, and even though I'd never seen in except in the mirror, I felt very close to her. Closer than I'd ever felt to anyone in my life. But then again, I guess that shouldn't have been surprising considering the fact that in some strange kind of way, that we were really the same person. Since I was feeling so close to Melissa all of a sudden, I decided that I couldn't just leave her diaries out for just anyone to read. I felt somehow that protecting her privacy was also protecting mine at the same time. Maybe just because she was my alternate, or maybe just because I was now stuck living her life. Either way, I carefully hid the diaries again so that no one else could easily find them. Once I was done with that, I glanced over at the mirror and playfully primped my hair, still amazed at how strange it was to have a girl looking back at me. Now if only I could somehow figure out how to get my own reflection looking back again. However, for the moment I knew that I'd have to deal with what I did have, and that meant having to act and look as much like Melissa as I could. With another sigh, I remembered my experience with the makeup the day before, and knew that I'd need a lot more practice if I wanted to do it right. "No time like the present" I told myself, then reached for the makeup. I practiced with the makeup for over an hour, putting it on, then taking it off again. Slowly but surely I did start to improve, until my final attempt was passable. Just barely, but it would do. Of course, I'd probably want to try another couple times before actually going to work, but at least now I was capable of making myself presentable as a woman. And for some reason, I actually felt a surge of pride from that, though I don't really know why. Finally, I decided that I'd had enough hanging around the house again for the day, and that I needed some fresh air. I knew that it wasn't going to do any good for helping me find out about whatever had happened, but then again, I didn't know what would. So for the moment, I was just going to go along with things, and get out of the house for awhile. -------------------- Without really knowing why, I found myself going back to the video store where Ted worked. I knew that he wouldn't recognize me, but I couldn't help myself. He was still my best friend, or at least as far as I was concerned. After all, how could I just forget about our growing up together, and all the things we used to do. When I walked in, I saw him behind the checkout counter again, and let out the breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I clearly remembered how I'd broken down the day before, and felt the tears threatening to start coming again. Somehow though I held them back, surprised at just how strongly I was feeling. But I still couldn't make myself go. Not yet. For several minutes, I just stood back and watched Ted, unsure of what I could say to him. I stared at his 6 foot body, and his light brown hair, feeling strange for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on. Without even realizing it, I'd started to think that he was kind of attractive. Suddenly I realized what I was thinking and gasped, forcing my mind away from that. How the hell could I be thinking such a thing. He was my best friend for God's sake. But somehow I was. I stared down at my hands for a moment, refusing to look at Ted. How could I. I was blushing badly, feeling more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my life, which after the last two days was saying a lot. "The hormones" I muttered to myself. My new female hormones had to be the reason. What else could make me think about Ted that way? I took a deep breath, then told myself "Take it easy. Control yourself" Slowly I forced myself to look away from my hands and my breasts, and look at Ted again. My heart was racing slightly, much to my further embarrassment, but I did manage to keep my mind on track. Finally I noticed that there was no one else in line, so I gathered my courage and walked up to the register. Ted looked at me blankly for just a moment, then he suddenly smiled. "Hi there" he grinned at me. "Hi" I answered nervously. I couldn't believe that I was feeling so nervous around my best friend, but I was. I had butterflies in my stomach. "How are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Oh fine" I answered, noticing the way he was looking at me blushing as a result. For the next several minutes, Ted and I talked about nothing in particular, though we did touch on several topics that we both used to talk about. I found that it was getting easier to talk to him, though not quite like old times. And since business in the store was slow at the moment, no one interrupted us for awhile. However, eventually a woman did come up to check out some video's, interrupting the conversation between Ted and I. Once she'd left, I gave Ted a nervous smile and told him that I had to be going. Ted hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked "Would you be interested in going to dinner with me tonight?" I was stunned and just stared at him for a moment. Finally, I gulped and told him that I had to work. "But how about tomorrow" I added, refusing to just throw away my friendship with him, even if everything else had changed. "Perfect" Ted grinned back. I felt somewhat foolish, but I gave him my address and phone number, then quickly left the video store. "I can't believe I just did that" I mumbled as I climbed into my car and hurried off. I'd just made a date with my best friend, and though I only wanted to be friends with him, I was sure that he had something else in mind. Something a little further than what I intended. I was still worrying about what I was going to do about it as I drove home. -------------------- A short while later, I was at work and cheerfully chatting with Tammy and my other new friends. It was amazing at just how much they seemed to know me, but that was the effects of my new life. As unbelievable as it was, I was stuck with a new life now, and perhaps for the rest of mine. But it was even more unbelievable at just how much everyone else, and everything else had changed around me. Suddenly I stopped washing a table as a horrible thought occurred to me. What if it wasn't everyone else that had changed? What if it was only me? I felt a cold chill wash over me, realizing that would make more sense than the entire world changing. "Oh my God" I whispered in horror, terribly afraid that maybe I was the one that was screwed up. That maybe everything else was the same as it always was. That maybe I really was Melissa somehow. That I'd just gone crazy or delusional, imagining myself as having been a man. "It's not possible" I tried to tell myself, but how could I believe that when the only other choice was that the entire world had suddenly turned topsy turvy. That everyone I knew was mistaken. That wasn't any more believable, and I had to admit, that it was much less so. But then I tried to remind myself of who I was. I could remember every bit of my life as Sean, so how could it just have been imagined. It couldn't be, I tried to tell myself, but I just wasn't sure that I believed it. What if my entire life was a lie, perpetuated by my own deranged and delusional mind. That thought was somehow even more horrifying than the idea that I'd inexplicably turned into a girl. Suddenly a voice interrupted my thoughts, as Tammy asked "Are you all right?" I quickly snapped out of it, realizing that I'd just been standing there at the table for over a minute. Nervously I turned to face Tammy, who looked very concerned and worried. "I'm all right" I told her. "I'm just a little.....tired" Tammy didn't look quite like she believed that explanation, but she seemed content to drop the subject. Or at least for the moment, was the impression that I got from her. Either way though, she gave me a smile and gently put a hand on mine for a moment before whispering "Try to relax" then she turned and left. "Thank you" I whispered back, even though she was too far away to hear. Somehow Tammy had made me feel a lot better, and I pushed my fears aside for the moment. I couldn't help but smiling faintly as I went back to work, thinking that I was rather lucky to have such a good friend as her. ------------------ The next day, I was once again forced to wake up in my new bedroom, and my new body. I was almost beginning to get used to it. After getting up, I went around my new morning routine, which included makeup and trying to find out more about my new life. I'd made enough progress in the first that I could do a very presentable makeup job, and my folks unknowingly helped me out with the latter. For most of the morning, my thoughts drifted between wondering what had caused my sudden change, worrying about my impending date with Ted, and fretting over my thoughts from the night before. Thoughts that I might not be who I believed myself to be. I kept pushing that one to the back of my mind, but occasionally it would return to haunt me. I was sitting down before lunch, contemplating what I was going to do about Ted. I really wanted to see him again, and to talk to him like I used to. But ye was my best friend, or at least he used to be. There was no way that I could go on a real date with him, even if I really was the girl I seemed to be. But that only caused my fears to resurface. Then the phone started ringing, interrupting my thoughts, much to my relief. "Hello" I answered it, still slightly startled by the feminine voice. "Hi" Tammy's voice said, "It's me. So, what's up?" Almost in spite of myself, I started smiling faintly. "Not much. And you?" We talked for several minutes about nothing in particular, then Tammy suggested that we get together for lunch. That was great with me since I was not only hungry, but looking forward to talking more with Tammy. By the time we both hung up, we'd agreed to meet at one of the restaurants in the mall. It only took me several minutes to get t