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Author's note: this story is inspired by a real event, when by an accident of planning I went on a night out in a group which was just me and 6 girls, to a place very similar to Beach Park in the story. The rest, of course, is in my dreams. It had been an amazing summer's Monday night. The night before, I had attended a new church. After church, a group began discussing going to "Beach Park" the next night. Beach Park was a like a small theme park: it had water slides, rides, and side shows. I found myself invited because I knew Julie, the girl next door. When I went to pick up Julie, she had 2 of her female friends with her. When we met at Beach Park, the other car load was 3 more girls. So here I was, just me and 6 girls. All gorgeous, though most of them I barely knew. We had done the usual things you do at Beach Park: go on the water slides, get something to eat, go on a ride or two, and play some silly sideshow games, like the fortune teller, and a new one called the Reality Warper. Finally we piled into our cars. It was late, so I dropped the other two girls at their houses, before finally dropping Julie off. It had been a wonderful and fun night, and I thanked Julie for inviting me. I didn't tell her, but I'd gotten a real buzz from being the only guy in a group of 7. By the time I got in my door, it was after midnight. That didn't matter. I was 18, in between school and university, and university hadn't started yet. So I had the next day off. All the rest of my family had work or school the next day, so I could sleep in. In fact, Julie was in the same situation. Maybe I could do something with her and her friends the next day too? I went to my room and turned on my light. Something was wrong. My bed cover was pink instead of blue. My first thought was that my mother had for some reason put one of my sister's spare bed covers on mine. Oh well, so long as I can change it back before any friend can see it, it's no big deal. I looked under my pillow for my pyjamas. My pyjamas had changed too. The two piece set had been replaced by a single long shirt, which had frilly marking which seemed more suitable to a girl. Now, instead, I suspected my younger brother, who must have thought this would be a good practical joke. It was when I opened my clothing drawers that I got a real shock. All my clothes had been replaced with female clothes. My pyjama drawer had another long shirt, which I realised was a nightie, as well as some pink pyjama sets. Worse, my underwear drawer was full of bras and panties. If this was a practical joke, it was a very thorough one! I looked through all my drawers and my cupboard. Every single item of my clothing was gone, replaced by its female equivalent. There were only two possible explanations: either I was swapping rooms with my sister, or a female visitor was moving in. My sister still had her door decorated, and there was nothing to suggest she wasn't in there. Besides, the clothes in my cupboard looked too large for my little sister. So I went and looked in the spare room. There was no evidence of my clothes or anything else to suggest I was expected to sleep there. Running out of ideas, I decided to text Julie. I wrote, "Silly question, but has something strange happened to your room? Mine's full of girl stuff." A few minutes later Julie texted back. "Haven't you worked it out yet? Just go to sleep and avoid talking to your family in the morning. I'll come over after they've all gone." I was super tired, so all I could do was take her advice. I had to change out of my clothes - for a start I was still wearing board shorts, and the underpants underneath were not quite dry. I decided to put on the nightie. It was tight, but not too tight. I pulled some of the pink pyjama bottoms from the drawer, and they were loose enough to wear as boxer shorts. I shut my door, collapsed into bed, and fell asleep. In the morning I heard the usual commotion of people getting ready. I heard my mother open my door, I guess to just check I got home safely last night. I pulled the covers up so all she could see was the hair on my head. Seeing my hair must have satisfied her, and she shut the door. A few minutes later I heard the car leaving, as she took my brother and sister to school before heading off to work herself. I had the house to myself. I got up and looked around my room: no change from last night. I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. After I dried off, I looked around for my deodorant and saw it was gone, so I used my brother's instead. Fortunately my board shorts, underpants and tee shirt from last night were now completely dry. So I put them on, since they were the only male clothes I had. I went to get some breakfast, then texted Julie to say that I was up. She was around minutes later. "So Sam," she said, "have you worked out what's going on yet?" "No." "Well, do you notice anything about my hair?" "Hmm," I thought, "is it longer?" "Yes, that's right," she said. "At least I'm told that's right. I always remember it being this long. But after I played the Reality Warper I was talking to Heather. She said that my hair got longer and everyone else remembers it being shoulder length. Only I can remember it being longer. As far as I remember, it's always been long. Weird huh?" "So what has that got to do with me?" I asked. "Well you played the Reality Warper too, don't you remember?" "Yes, and I remember I got maximum points and hit the jackpot. But I didn't notice anything changing. I do remember Collette and Sharon commented on my muscles, but I don't remember feeling any different myself." "Of course you didn't," said Julie. "That's how the Reality Warper works. It changes reality but the person doing it doesn't remember. Or maybe it does some sort of dimension jump. I'm not sure. I was skeptical about it until you played it last night. The other girls got minor changes which might have been my imagination. But you got maximum points, so your change was too big not to notice." "You mean my muscles?" I asked. "I used to small and weak?" "No it was a bigger than that Sam," she said. "Haven't you worked it out yet?" "No... what are you getting at?" She bit her lip, but a hand on my arm, and looked me in the eyes, "Sam... your real name is Samantha. The Reality Warper changed you into a guy." "You mean, you remember me as being a girl?" "Yes, exactly. And I think everyone does. That's why your room is a girl's room. It's Samantha's room." I looked, stunned. "Why do you think you were with us?" she reasoned. "It was a girls' night out, the seven of us. Why would we have one guy with us?" I had no answer. "And just in case you're not convinced, let's have a look at the photos on the wall over there," she said. Nervously I walked over. In every single photo of me, I looked like a girl. Especially in the younger ones, it just looked like young me with long hair. In the older ones, there was a difference, but the face was unmistakably mine - or should I say, I feminised version of mine. "So, ok, this is weird. So I've somehow landed in a reality where everyone thinks I should be female?" "Maybe," said Julie, "But to everyone else, including me, you are female. From our point of view, you changed, and everything else stayed the same." "OK, let me try something," I said. I got out my phone, and looked up my best friend Joe, and called his number. "Hi, it's Joe." "Hi Joe, this is Sam." "Sam? Sam who?" "Don't you know any Sam?" "Um... There's a girl Sam who was in my classes at school. But I can't think of any guys called Sam. Are you sure this isn't a wrong number?" I paused for a few seconds. "OK, sorry mate, bye." "See," said Julie. "Joe doesn't know you, and his phone didn't recognise your number." "But Joe's number is in my phone," I countered. "Because that's not the phone I remember," said Julie. "Samantha's phone is pink. I think your phone must have changed because you had it on you when you played the Reality Warper. For the same reason your clothes changed." "Well this is freaky," I said, taking a seat. "How am I meant to go about my life when everyone things I'm meant to be Samantha, not Samuel?" "I don't think you can," said Julie. "You'll have no identity. And how's you're family going to handle this? Either you go back to being the Samantha I remember, or somehow you get back to the reality you remember, as a male. Either way, I think we need to go back to Beach Park, and play the Reality Warper again." I didn't want to deal with license checks, but fortunately Julie was able to drive. We went down to Beach Park and eventually found the Reality Warper. The Reality Warper was like a tiny room hidden behind a curtain. You would pay your tokens and go in and play the game. Then if you scored enough points, you would come out from behind the curtain and surprise your friends. Since it was now a week day, Beach Park was pretty quiet and no one was waiting to play the Reality Warper. So Julie and I bought some tokens, and then put them in the slot to enter the Reality Warper. It was very different to how I remembered. What I played last night, to get points, was some sort of first person shooter game. Instead, the Reality Warper now was decked out in bright, girly colours, and looked like some sort of dance game. How was I meant to get a jackpot score on a dance game? But what alternative did I have? I walked up to the front, and pressed the "Play" button. I was enveloped in light for a moment, and then it went dim and the button began to flash. A message came out of the speakers. "Attention, you have already played the Reality Warper. You need to undo your last change before you can play again. If you wish to undo your last change, press the blue 'UNDO' button." The message continued to play on a loop while I stood there. "Careful!" said Julie. "We don't know what 'UNDO' will do. It might undo back to the reality you remember - you being male; but it might also undo back to the reality I remember - you being Samantha." "I think I know how to find out. Step down and I'll play instead." I stepped down and Julie stepped up. The same message began to play. "OK now," said Julie. "You remember me with shorter hair, right? But I remember longer hair like I have now. So let's see what the 'UNDO' button does for me." She reached over and pressed the blue 'UNDO' button. Light shimmered around her, and her hair shortened to shoulder length, just like I remembered. "Oh wow," she said. "My hair's shorter. This is so freaky, it hasn't been this short since I was about 10. But that's not how you remember it, is it?" "No," I said. "I'm not sure when you cut it shorter, but as far as I remember, it's been this length for a couple of years, probably since early high school." "OK then," Julie continued. "I think I know how the Reality Warper works. When you play, it changes you, but changes your memories to match. When you undo, it changes you back, but not your memories." "So..." I reasoned, "if I press 'UNDO', I'll become a girl?" "That's right" said Julie. "Or as I and everyone else remembers, you'll go back to being a girl." "But I don't want to be a girl!" I argued. "I like my life. I like being a boy! I know nothing about being a girl." "I don't see any alternative," said Julie. "Like I said, everyone remembers you as Samantha. You can't suddenly turn into this guy Samuel. And anyway, if you play again as well as you did last night, you should be able to change back. So it will only be temporary." I thought and thought for a rebuttal, but couldn't think of any. Besides, our time in the room would soon run out. What choice did I have? I walked up, took a deep breath, and pressed the button. Like Julie, I was enveloped in light. I felt all twisted inside, but it only went for a few seconds, and then stopped. "Did it work?" I asked. But my voice already gave me the answer. It was higher, in fact to me it sounded babyish. I looked down. I still had a shirt on, though it had turned pink. Two definite mounds stuck out. I pulled the shirt up a little, and saw that my board shorts had turned into a girl's bathing suit. The way the bathing suit hugged my crotch looked extremely feminine, there was no room for a penis in there unless it was very well hidden. I felt the crotch area. It was the strangest, most alien feeling of my life. Where my "little fella" was meant to be there was just nothing. I moved my hand back towards the centre and could feel a slight vertical indentation, and seemed like my penis was inside there somewhere. But I couldn't touch it, and it was incredibly weird and upsetting: I had a high voice, and no sign of a penis. Furthermore, it quickly became apparent that I was wearing a one piece bathing suit, so there was no way to put my hand inside. "OK, that'll do" said Julie, her voice waking me from my trance. "Anyway, I think time is nearly up. We're going to have to go out and use more tokens. I took a step towards her and almost lost my balance. I let out a squeal and put my hand against the wall. Everything was out of balance, my feet wanted to land in different places. "Julie, could you come and hold my hand," I said in a tiny voice. Julie came and took my hand, and I walked slowly, as if I was trying out uncomfortable shoes. I managed to take a few steps, Finally I worked out that if I let my butt wiggle a bit as I walked, that it more naturally suited my changed body. "This is really hard, is this what it's like to walk?" I asked. "Well, you seem to be walking like a girl now, so I think you've got it." I cursed my luck. High voice, no sign of a penis, and I could barely walk. When we emerged from the curtain, two other girls were waiting to play the game, so we had to wait. When they came out a few minutes later, they didn't look any different. It seems that not everyone got to make a reality warp happen. Either that, or reality warped and we couldn't tell. We paid our tokens and went in again. I went up, took a breath, and pressed the play button. It was a dance game. I had to match the moves and dance on the lights on the floor. I would have 3 chances to play. I totally missed the start and lost the first play immediately. The second play, I made it only as far as the third or fourth move. I just had absolutely no co-ordination for dancing. On my third and final play, I only got through two moves before slipping and falling over. GAME OVER. I started crying. I'm not sure if it was because I was hurt or because of my predicament, but the crying turned into complete sobbing, as I just lay there on the floor. I knew there was absolutely no way I could get a high score at the moment. I wasn't used to this STUPID STUPID body and I had no co-ordination, plus I knew no dance moves at all. "Let's just go home," I sobbed, "I can't play this." "Will you be okay?" asked Julie. "I don't know. I've no idea how to be a girl. But I've got no choice at the moment, do I? Can I just go home and rest?" I walked gingerly to the car with Julie. Once we were in the car and moving, I crossed my arms across my waist, trying to subtly touch my groin again. I hoped Julie wouldn't notice, though I'm sure she did. It felt just like the my pubic area as a male, except that, no matter how long I let my hand drift, I still couldn't feel a penis. "I don't know if I'm going to get used to being Samantha, for any amount of time," I said. "Look, you're still my friend. I'll help you any way I can," said Julie. We got home and my mum was already home. I guess she had the afternoon off. "Hi Sam. Oh hi Julie! Have you had a good day?" "I'm feeling funny Mum, I might just go to my room." My high voice seemed strange in my house, but my mother was apparently used to it. "OK, just slip into bed. Julie, I guess you'd better let her rest." "OK, Mrs. Jenkins" said Julie. Julie lowered her voice and spoke to me, "If there's anything you need help with, just call or text." I was at least getting the hang of walking, and went down to my room, and closed my door. As soon as I closed the door I did what I'd been dying to do for the last hour. It was time to remove the bathing suit, and see what that dumb machine had done to me. My room had acquired a mirror, something I hadn't had before. I took off my tee shirt and looked at myself in my one piece bathing suit. My face, like in the photos I'd seen before, was unmistakably mine, though shorter and rounder like a girl's. The eyes and smile looked the same. Looking down, I could see a bit of boob sticking out of the top of the suit. Further down, the emptiness between my legs was very obvious. OK, time to take off the bathing suit. I pulled the straps down off my shoulders. Two boobs popped out of the suit. In the mirror they didn't look huge, but looking down they seemed enormous, dominating my chest and blocking the view of anything below. I pulled the suit down over my waist and let if drop. Finally, after more than an hour, I could see my new genitals. In the mirror all I could see was a small bush. I reached and felt, and felt an opening. I gently put a finger in the top. I felt like, in there, I could almost touch the tip of my penis. But feeling around for a penis, without quite being able to touch it, gave a sense of certainty. I really was Samantha. At least, until I was able to change back. So it was: high voice, a vagina instead of penis, boobs and, while I could walk, it still felt wrong. I went to the drawer and pulled on some panties, again feeling that strange sensation of material directly against my pubic area. Then I got a bra, and fiddled with it for a few minutes. I just couldn't do up the strap. I thought of texting Julie, but then decided that since I had told my mum I wasn't well, I should go to bed for a while, braless, in just panties and a nightshirt. In bed, my hands again wandered to my groin. I tried rubbing. It was very different, and mildly pleasurable, but I wasn't sure what to touch or what to do. Trying to put a finger inside started to feel painful, so I was too scared to keep trying that. Perhaps it was emotional exhaustion, but I drifted off to sleep for a while, dreaming fitfully. "Sam, do you want some lunch?" my mother's voice woke me up. "Yeah, ok." My voice sounded all wrong. Wait, what? That wasn't a dream? I reached down to my groin. I felt around in vain. It was true. It hadn't been a dream. Somehow I'd been turned into a girl. A girl with a high voice, no penis, boobs, and no co-ordination so apparently no prospect of turning back into a guy. I stumbled to the toilet and instinctively put the seat up. I reached to my panties before I realised that standing wasn't an option. I sighed, put the seat down, sat down, and tried to work out what to do. Eventually, I released the right muscles and a stream came out. I instinctively reached down with a finger, and then realised there was no need to push my penis down. OK, one small bonus. It was true I had to sit to pee, but at least I could pee no hands. I then realised it was still quite wet around my pussy from the peeing. No "tap tap, done." I had to give my pussy a decent wipe to get dry. So it was: High voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs, and I had to sit to pee. I went down for lunch. While Mum was making something, I got the jar of pickles. Wow, that jar was tight. I couldn't open it. I gave to Mum who managed to open it. Then I noticed that the kitchen table was out of place. I started to move it. Why was it so much heavier? Then I realised: as a girl, I was much weaker. Great: High voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs, sit to pee, and no upper body strength. After lunch I hatched a plan. There was no way I was staying like this. So I had to get fit and co-ordinated in this body. University started in 4 weeks. I would use that time doing fitness and dance classes, and then play the Reality Warper and change back. I went around to Julie's, and she liked the idea. "I wanted to get into shape anyway," she said. So we went shopping that afternoon, buying fitness gear: a leotard, tights, and running shoes. "And sports bras" said Julie. "What's a sports bra?" I asked. "It stops your boobs bouncing around too much." Even more bad news, I thought. Not only did I have these mammaries on my chest, I had to wear special equipment to stop them bouncing everywhere. We agreed to sign up and have our first session the next day. I went home for dinner and there was another surprise. I knew I was shorter, but I didn't realise how much until I saw my little brother Nick. As the oldest, I was used to being the tallest of the 3 kids in my family. But now 14 year old Nick seemed to tower over me. So I had a high voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs which bounced everywhere, had to sit to pee, no upper body strength, and I was shorter than my baby brother. After dinner, I went over my plan. I would do dancing and fitness to get as much co-ordination into this wretched weak body as I could. University started in 4 weeks, so ideally I'll have changed back by then. It was lucky I thought of university, because it suddenly occurred to me: is Samantha enrolled in the same course as Samuel, or even at the same university? So I checked my enrolment form, and got a shock: Primary (Elementary) School Teaching. I was enrolled in Primary School Teaching?? Now no offence to teachers, I understand it's a really important role in society, but it's not for me. So why did Samantha choose it? It's not 1960, when teaching was the only job available to intelligent women. Screw that, I thought. I'm not doing Primary School Teaching. I'm going to change my selection to Software Engineering, the course I'd chosen as Samuel. I checked my school subjects and I'd done the pre-requisites, so I logged on and changed my selection to Software Engineering. It's bad enough having a high voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs, sitting to pee, no upper body strength and being shorter than my little brother. I'm not going to compound my misery by studying to be a primary school teacher. I didn't bother telling my parents. First, this was only as a backup, in case I took more than a month to change back. And second, they'd probably give me some sexist lecture about teaching being more appropriate for girls. That's probably why Samantha chose Primary School Teaching in the first place. The next morning, Julie came around to take me to the gym. Working out was ok, I guess. Even the dumbbells felt like lead weights - I really had no strength in my arms. But I decided to spend most of my time in aerobics classes, since my goal was to get my footwork and co-ordination back. Slowly I worked out how to get used to moving with my ridiculous hips and angled legs. I also discovered that I still bounced everywhere. I complained to Julie, but she assured me it'd be much worse without a sports bra. But still, the guys had it so much easier. I was looking at a guy one time, comfortably going strong on the running machine, nothing bouncing around on his muscly chest. I saw another pumping iron a few metres away, and I admired the muscles which were so much bigger and stronger than mine... I realised, with horror, that I was checking them out. Getting changed with Julie hadn't been exciting in the slightest, but now here I was admiring these muscly guys. With a shock I realised I was a heterosexual woman, that I now admired handsome guys. (Handsome??) Plus, what was perhaps even worse, is that I realised that the guys were noticing me. It didn't help that Julie had picked a tight pink outfit which screamed "cute hot girl." Time and time again I caught a guy checking me out. Julie and I even got some friendly smiles sometimes as we sat down and cooled off afterwards. We always ignored them though. "I'm impressed," said Julie. "The old Samantha was much too flirty for her own good." "Well I don't intend staying female long enough to have a boyfriend," I snarled. And speaking of outfits, whose stupid idea was it to invent the leotard? Using the toilet as a girl is bad enough, but going in a hurry with a leotard is darn near impossible. I had to get the whole thing off - over my shoulders, down over my waist and down around my ankles - before I could sit and pee. I nearly wet myself one time. Anyway, Julie and I got into a routine. Fitness classes in the morning, dance classes in the afternoon. I felt more and more comfortable with my female body. I still missed my penis, the ability to run without bouncing, and my strength. But still, I was getting more and more co-ordination. I was becoming a far better dancer than I ever was as a guy, and perhaps had more stamina too. I would soon have a real chance at hitting the jackpot on the Reality Warper. About a week in though, I woke up feeling not well at all. It was like a stomach ache, but lower down. I struggled through breakfast and considered calling Julie saying I'd skip gym that morning. But after some thought, I decided to get changed. And that's when I saw... blood in my panties. Oh no, a period. I was in shock. Of course I knew girls had periods, but I'd barely considered it in the last week. I'd just been wishfully hoping that I'd transform back before it was an issue. I was totally clueless so I texted Julie, "Plz come over ASAP. It's my period" Julie was around minutes later. I was in a nightie, holding a hand to my bloodied panties. "OK, come into the bathroom" she said. I led her there. "Now, let's see what's in the cabinet... pads... bigger pads... no tampons, are you freaking kidding me?" "Do you mind if I look in your parents' bathroom?" she asked. I was stuck with a bleeding vagina, how could I say no? Julie went off for a few minutes. Then she said, "I'm just going to my house, back in a minute" She came back a few minutes later. "I can't find any tampons in your house. It seems your mother doesn't like them and doesn't get them for you. So here's one of mine." She held up a little thing about the size of my little finger. "Tampons are amazing inventions. I once heard a woman say, jokingly, that the tampon was greatest invention of the twentieth century. You put it up inside your vagina. It sounds gross, but it absorbs the blood and so lets you live life completely normally. Only remember to change it every 4 hours, which means you need to use a pad at night." With that she showed me how to use a tampon, and how to stick a pad in my panties at night. Add that to my list of changes. High voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs, sit to pee, no upper body strength, shorter than my little brother... and a period once a month, if I don't manage to change back. A few weeks later, with university due to start the next Monday, Julie and I went back to Beach Park. I wasn't sure if I was 100% confident dancing in this body, but I didn't want to deal with going to university as a girl. At least all I'd done so far was mostly hang around home and the gym. I'd had to deflect a few guys hitting on me at the gym, but at least I wasn't interacting with people all the time. When I went into the Reality Warper, I saw the high score list. Only two people had ever gotten over a million, and I could tell from the date that one of them was me. So presumably, I had to get over a million to change my gender back. I danced and felt good. I made the occasional error, and lasted a long time, but it wasn't nearly long enough. I made about 80,000. I played a second game and bombed, only getting about 20,000. On my third game I felt much better, so was disappointed to see the score was only 210,000. I came out, still female. Something felt different, but I wasn't sure what. "Oh, look at you!" said Julie. "What?" "Well you're still female, obviously," said Julie. "But I'm sure your boobs are bigger." "Oh wow, they are!" I said. "They're meant to be B cup. Can you lift the back of my shirt and check the bra label?" Julie lifted up the back of my shirt, and confirmed they were now D cup. "Well you didn't hit the jackpot, but it was an impressive effort," said Julie. "Yeah, but I don't want these things bouncing around," I said. B cup boobs on my chest was bad enough. These D cups were huge, they had to go. "I'm going back in to undo the change." So I went back in to play again, and pressed the 'UNDO' button, and it was with some relief that they deflated back to the size I was used to. I played once more, but to no avail. The line around the machine was getting longer, and it was getting late, so we gave up and went home. University was a nightmare. Oh the course was interesting, don't get me wrong. But the guys in Software Engineering outnumbered the girls at least 5 to 1, maybe 10 to 1. And it seemed like every. single. guy. was hitting on me. "No" I thought, "Just because you've got a penis, doesn't mean I want to hang out with you. It just means I'm jealous." And also, not only were the guys over nice to me, but they were patronising too. Even in the first assignment of the course, guys were looking over my shoulder and offering "helpful" tips. As if because I had a vagina (hopefully not for long) I had never written a computer program before. I got some smug satisfaction when I got up from the first practical class, having completed the first assignment before anyone else. I continued to work out and take dance classes. On the Friday night of the second week of university, Julie and I went down to Beach Park again. There was a bit of a line, but after about half an hour it was my turn to play the Reality Warper. "I've got a good feeling about tonight," I told Julie. "I think I'm going to do it." Julie looked a little nervous. "I hope so. Good luck." I took off my sandals so I could dance barefoot. I went in and played... and smashed it out of the park. I think every move was perfect, or very close. I made it to the jackpot score with a play to spare. I waited, and light began glowing around me, and I felt my body change. I got taller. The boobs deflated. I felt my muscles grow. And best of all, I felt my genitals push out. I looked down - a grey tee shirt with no boobs. I felt... no boobs. I felt down below... yes! My little fella was back! I walked out in triumph. Julie looked at me, open faced. "I did it Julie, I did it!" But Julie didn't look happy. If anything, she looked disappointed. "What's the matter Julie?" "I was scared this would happen Sam." "Didn't you want me to change back?" "Yes... but it's happened the wrong way!" "What?" "Don't you see? When you played the other month, you came out as a male in a world that expected you to be female. So you should have come out as a female in a world which expected you to be male. But you haven't. You're a male... in a world which expects you to be female." "See," she continued, "your sandals. Still girls' sandals." She got out her phone and went on Facebook. "See, she said. Your Facebook. You're still female on it." "I don't believe it," I said, trying to digest the shock. I thought, "OK, Julie. Put your phone on speaker and call my mother." She called my house, "Hello Mrs. Jenkins, it's Julie here. Is Sam home?" "No, she's not. I thought she was out with you." "Oh she was. Thanks. I'll find her," said Julie. Mum had referred to me as "she." I was speechless. Julie took my hands. "I'm sorry, but you're back to where you were on that first day you changed. Samuel still doesn't exist. You have to change back to Samantha. You have no choice." "But..." I stuttered. "I was worried about this after you played the other week, when your boobs got bigger. The problem, that night, was that you noticed your boobs. Your body had changed, but your mind hadn't. So I was worried the same thing would happen tonight. And it did." She paused then continued, "I think the problem is that a person's mind gets less malleable. I'm guessing what happened the first night is that the Reality Warper gave you a whole new set of memories. But now, it can't do it again. You are Samantha. You were born Samantha, and you grew up Samantha. And you have to go back to being Samantha. The 18 years of Samuel exists only in your memory." I bowed my head. I was fuming inside, but I knew she was right. There was no way I could go back and live life as Samuel, because Samuel didn't exist. Besides, if I tried to run away and live a new life, there would be a massive missing person search for Samantha. "Maybe I can at least spend tonight male..." I began, when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Who's that?" said my mother's voice Oh shoot, I've answered with my male voice. I thought quickly, "This is... Steve. Sam's playing an arcade game." "Well could she call me back as soon as possible? Thanks." I knew my mum was a worrier. I really had no choice but to turn back in the next few minutes. I went into the Reality Warper. I pulled my pants down, and looked at my penis. "Good bye, little fella." I pressed the 'UNDO' button. Like before, I was surrounded by light, and I watched my penis retract into my body. I felt my muscles melt away again, and boobs push out. Finally, I felt a bra form and my clothes change slightly. I now had my shorts and panties down and was looking at a pussy again. I came out, and briefly called my mother. I was really upset and sounded it, but I managed to assure her that it was just from the game I'd been playing. "Come on, I need to go home," I said to Julie. When we got to the car I couldn't hold it in. I was sobbing, bawling. "Come on Sam, it's not that bad." "Not bad! I've got a high voice, no penis, no co-ordination, boobs which flop around, sit to pee, no strength, shorter than my little brother, and periods once a month!" "So?" "What do you mean 'so'?" "Look, you're thinking like a 1950s man. None of those things are problems! In fact you've overcome most of them already! You're working out and in good shape, so you're very co-ordinated. You've got wonderful perky boobs, and your sports bra keeps them in check. You know how to use tampons, so you can do all the same things when you're on your period. You've changed university courses and have a fantastic career to look forward to, where you don't need to be tall with a deep voice and muscles. And you've shown you're independent, by not throwing yourself at guys all the time like the old Samantha. In fact I wonder if God let all this happen to help you. You're a much stronger and more independent woman than the old Samantha. You're doing really well." "Plus, we women still have all the bonuses like having curves and being able to dress pretty. And having a vagina is awesome! And if peeing standing really is important to you, you can even get devices for that." "It's the 21st century, Sam. It's a great time to be a woman, and I'm sure you'll make a wonderful woman." I gave a resigned smile. "I guess I'm going to find out."