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Once we left the McDonalds, which was quite keen to see two dozen high school kids go, we bundled back into the bus. This was the last leg before the lodge we would be staying at on this school trip. "Good try, but nope," I said, gloating. "You're cheating," my best friend Ruby said. "You can't not be." We'd known each other for forever, and basically followed similar paths through school. Weird kids to cartoon obsessives to card game nerds to general technology obsessives. The only difference was I, Michael Adams, was the boy and she, Ruby Johnson, was the girl. "I never cheat, I'm just that good." I dodged and weaved and sped on. "Oh, you'll never get me like that! Going to have to get up much earlier before you can catch..." She hit me with a green shell from fifty yards away. My Wario flew into the air, spinning over and over, while Ruby overtook me. All I could hear was a passing "I'M DAISY" in my ears. "Oh come on! Seriously?" I almost yelled. The finishing line had been in sight! For her part, Ruby just laughed to herself. I finished the race in a shameful third place after Shy Guy, and set the switch down. I ran my fingers though my shaggy red hair and covered my head in my hands. "Poor baby," Ruby said mockingly. "He sad he wost." "I was so close!" "He vewy sad." "Cut that out," I said. "I'm just... ugh, that was really close!" "You were doing great until I sniped you like a fucking pro," Ruby said. "Here, check out the replay." I reluctantly looked at her switch. She was repeatedly rewinding and playing the same few moments. I had to just kinda shrug and nod. "Yeah, that's a really sweet shot." I turned down the opportunity to play again and told Ruby I wanted a quick break. I used it to just relax and take a look around the bus. Every year our school's history and geography departments got together and sent a class on a school trip. It wasn't the most exotic affair, we weren't even leaving the country, but we were going to be staying at a big youth hostel in a big old house near certain areas of interest. It was kind of a pain in the ass, but also mandatory, so few of us had managed to weasel our way out of it. Besides, why not go? It wasn't like a class like ours couldn't be fun to be around. I was looking forward to nights spent watching movies with the guys, playing magic, maybe getting a game tournament going or two. And well, any night spent around the other half of the class was just as nice... Being a sixteen year old guy, there were two things I wanted to look at - screens and girls. Sometimes you got to look at one on the other and that was fine, but everyone knew getting the latter without needing the former would be awesome. I looked up the aisle of the bus. Yoshiko Kitagawa was stood in it, talking to some girls, rocking back and forth as the bus rounded corners and traversed bumps. I had long ago admitted to myself that I kinda had a crush on her. Being a modern day nerd there was the fact that a Japanese girlfriend was just intrinsically appealing, but there was more to it than that. She was smart, and cute, and she didn't take any crap but still nobody had much bad to say to her because she was usually in the right. ... all right, some people did have bad things to say about her, but they were therefore universally garbage in my eyes. They didn't count. And, yes, she did have a very nice body... very nice. Slim and pretty and cute, and her boobs were juuust the right size... She looked up, and saw me. I immediately looked away. It's okay. I don't think she saw me seeing her. And I was just glancing anyway. It's OK to look at things in front of you, it's pretty unavoidable really. I'd have to figure out a way to really talk to her... "Hey, Michael!" Ruby said from next to me. "These guys behind us want to play Smash." Sure enough, Henry and Liam were leaning over the backs of our seats. I shifted uncomfortably. What I hadn't been telling anyone was I'd had a big meal at McDonalds, but not used the bathroom before we left. I was starting to regret that. But there was no way I was going to voice that concern. Even if the discomfort led to my shit getting wrecked ingame, it was all fine as long as it didn't happen outgame. We passed the rest of the journey smashing beloved characters off the screen. I won a few, lost a few, did especially well when I played my main - Noctis from Final Fantasy Versus 13. A few people were pissed that he was the sole FF representative in the game when V13 wasn't even out on Nintendo, but it was a classic and I thought he was high tier. Eventually the bus pulled up onto a gravel driveway, outside a large grey house surrounded by green lawns. It parked and we were ordered off and had to queue for our bags. I had packed the absolute bare minimum - just barely enough clothes to get through the week if I washed them once, some toiletries and a nearly empty can of deodorant that I thought I could force to stretch the whole week. Ruby and I milled inside with the rest of the class. This place looked newer inside than it did outside. Wide stairs led up to where I had been told the boys dorm was, while a pair of double doors on this floor had a pink ladies sign on them. Other doors on this floor led to the shop and cafeteria. The entire place had a kind of classic look to it though. It felt deliberately and carefully antique in spots. Unfortunately I didn't care about any of this because by this point my colon was getting fit to burst. I was very glad we had arrived, since I could see the toilet across the room. "Hey, Ruby." I put my backpack down next to her and placed my coat on top of it. "Can you watch my stuff? I gotta go to the toilet." "Sure thing, though you gotta let me look through your magic cards while I wait." Grimacing slightly, I dug them out of the backpack and handed them over. "Just, y'know, be careful with them please?" "I do know how to handle cards, Michael," she replied, scowling up at me. "OK, I'll watch your bag, go do your business." "Thanks," I said, and hurried into the guy's bathroom. Had to push my way past Daniel and Cray who were milling around by the urinals and went into the stall, where I dropped my pants and proceeded in the usual way. It was, by any measure, a pretty standard and unexciting poop. So I wiped, stood up, buttoned my jeans and reached for the door lock... And a moment of disorientation overtook me. Just a moment. Enough to make me feel dizzy and close my eyes, just for a second. I opened my eyes, and the hand reaching for the lock looked unfamiliar. It was thinner and differently tapered, with longer, manicured nails that were painted indigo. "What the..." I whispered to myself. My voice sounded different to my ears. Something was digging into my shoulders. I looked up and around. This was not the same stall I had been in. The door was painted green instead of blue, for a start, and the lock was on the other side. I tried to look down, but my breasts got in the way of the view. I couldn't help it, I yelped. "Hey, something wrong in there?" a girl's voice asked after a moment. I plastered my delicate fingers over my mouth. I think it was Alexis Hornby. I'd never spoken to her much but I was pretty sure that was her voice. "It's okay!" I said through my fingers. Wow my voice sounded weird. I was definitely an extreme soprano. "I just got a little shock." "Hmph, don't go screaming in the bathroom then, you weirdo." She sounded put out. "Sorry. It was a big shock." "Yeah, well, don't go looking for your clit in the restrooms if you don't want to be shocked," she spat back. I had clearly pissed her off. Also, I was now being confronted by the possibility that I had a clitoris, so I pretty much had no choice but to stay quiet. Once I regained my composure, I tried to look down at myself. I couldn't see much beyond the breasts. A strappy black top was covering them, and I could see the bra straps that were digging into my shoulders too. I was definitely showing a lot of cleavage. I gingerly cupped the boobs and gave them a gentle squeeze. Oh. Ohh. Definitely real. Solid, malleable, and sensitive. I pulled my hands away, this definitely was not the place, and did my best to peer around the tits. I still had trainers on similar to my old ones, though the socks were short enough that they couldn't be seen outside the shoes. My legs were bare and shaved, my jeans replaced with a pair of short shorts that fit snugly about my crotch. I really couldn't see that from here, but a cursory feel with my right hand definitely did not suggest there was a penis inside the denim. Crap, I probably do have a clit! I absolutely could not investigate further right now. I instead tried to figure out what the fuck just happened. What the fuck just happened? This had just been a normal shit! No fortune tellers had recently cursed me, I hadn't eaten or drank anything strange, there weren't any strange contagions going around... I'd just been here, and this had happened, and now I HAD to be in the girl's bathroom... I turned and looked at the toilet bowl. It was empty, even though I hadn't flushed. Someone in the boy's restroom was going to get a big surprise. I felt a little bad about it, but it wasn't exactly like I could go in there now to clean up. So... I'd been changed into a girl and teleported here? I brushed some of my hair out of my eyes. Oh... Wait, that was new too. My fringe was pretty long. I reached around to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of hair. It was still its usual vivid red, but much longer and not as curly. It had to be at least waist length. How do I wash long hair? I wondered. Am I going to have to learn? Is this permanent? There was the sound of the probably-Alexis outside the stall drying her hands, followed by the swing and slam of the door. Cautiously, I opened the lock and pulled the stall door open. The girl's bathroom was much like the boys, just with more stalls instead of urinals. There was a mirror in front of me just above the basins, and a very pretty girl staring at me from it. She rushed the basins and stared back at me, scrutinising every curve of my cute face. It wasn't a very mature face, it was still somewhat rounded, but it had a small upturned nose, very pretty lips and large hazel eyes with long lashes. There was a stud in one of my ears. The girl in the mirror looked extremely excited about all this. I was thinking maybe this won't be so bad if I look like her. I looked down a little. The girl in the mirror also had boobs. My eyes widened, and I turned to see myself from the side. Wow! I had a rack! I was busty! Holy cow, my tits were huge! I was totally stacked! And so on. There was no question at all that I was a girl. I backed away from the mirror so I could see my lower half in it. Yeah, no question. These shorts left plenty to the imagination, but there was no imagining a dick between my legs. At least, not your dick, part of me insisted, and I almost turned red and tried to shut that thought away. So... Here I am... Suddenly a girl. I was in the girl's toilet, which was OK since I was one. But eventually I was going to have to leave. I couldn't stay in here. Ruby would wonder where I went, and when they didn't find me there was going to be a manhunt when they should be having a womanhunt, and then I was going to need to explain where this girl nobody knows came from. It'd be easy if I could just change back to a boy, but I didn't have a clue what changed me into a girl. Could it be as simple as needing to shit again? But I'd just shit. I was all done. It'd be hours and I'd need to eat before I could again. And, well, somehow I had a feeling shitting had nothing to do with it. Just a hunch. So I was going to have to go outside. But... If I did, everyone would see I was a girl. But... There was no way anyone was going to recognize me as Michael looking like this. But... Them seeing me like this would still be heinously embarrassing. But... Nobody's going to recognise you as Michael you dingus! There's nothing to be embarrassed about! But... Crrriiinge... And so on. Eventually I opened the door a crack and peeked out. Ruby was glaring at her phone. She stopped tapping at the screen and waited for a moment, before jumping when a ding come from my jacket. She reached into one of its pockets and pulled out my phone, and scowled at the message she'd just tried to send me. OK, I guess I was keeping her waiting. Better at least go talk to her. When it came to figuring out why I was a girl, two heads were sure to be better than one. I pulled the door open and cautiously stepped out, as if daring people to notice me so I could have an excuse to head back into the toilet. Practically no-one gave me a second glance. It almost felt eerie. There was a feeling, like the second I stepped out someone should have shrieked "OH MAH GAWD MICHAEL ADAMS IS A GIRL?!?" but it never came. Instead, all that was happening was Ruby was heading directly for ME! "There you are Michael, I was about to call in mountain rescue..." She looked at my face. "Hey, are you OK? You look really freaked out about something." "Y-you can tell it's me?" I asked, my piping voice trembling. "Yeah," she said, tilting her head. "You think I can't recognise my best friend? What's got you looking so jumpy?" She tilted her head the other way, and casually glanced down and up. "Is it because you're a girl now?" I froze, looking up at her. Suddenly I realised that while as a boy I'd been able to see clear over the top of her head, Ruby was now two or three inches taller than me. And she wasn't particularly tall for a girl. "W-what do you mean?" I asked. "You can tell?" "Well, obviously!" Ruby cheerfully replied, putting her arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a side hug. She beamed down at me. "It's kinda obvious, Ms F-cup cleavage!" "I mean, a girl now!" I said. "As opposed to before?" "Well, yeah," she said blankly. "You were a boy I guess, now you're a girl." All I could do was stare at her. She was smiling, as if nothing was wrong and everything made sense. "Don't tell me that's what's bothering you," she said. "Come on, how sensitive are you?" ... I needed to talk about this in some place more private. "... come with me for a moment Ruby." I grabbed my coat and luggage, which was now a rolling suitcase twice the size of the backpack I'd brought, and we wandered out of the lodge and into the grounds. There was a slight breeze, which felt bracing on my bare thighs and made my hair waft gently. We passed plenty of people on the way, but none of them gave me a second look. ... well, many of the boys gave me second and third looks. I attracted plenty of stares. I tried to ignore it, almost as hard as I tried to avoid staring back. I did overhear a couple of girls talking though. Nemea and Lisa were sitting on the stone wall by the exit when I passed, and I heard them say - "Hey, isn't that Michael Adams?" "Yeah. But it looks like she's a girl now." "Huh." Ruby and I went to a tree in the grounds. Pulling this huge suitcase over the grass was a pain, the wheels were not very large and it bounced all over the place. I was starting to get much the same sensation from my chest. "OK Michael," Ruby said. "What's got you so bothered?" "Why aren't you bothered?" I asked. "You don't think this is weird?" "Not really," Ruby replied. "Being a girl isn't weird, over half of everyone is. I guess how it happened is definitely unexpected, I've never heard of anything like this before. But it's not weird." "That's not what I mean. You don't think it's weird for me to be a girl?" "The way this has happened, sure..." "I was a boy when I went into the restrooms, right?" "Definitely. You even went into the men's." She shivered. "That's weird now." "And when I came out of the women's, I was a girl. I just got dizzy in one and ended up in the other with a whole new body." "It's pretty inexplicable, I know," Ruby responded. "Doesn't make much sense at all. But hey, all's well that ends well, right?" "How can you say that?" I almost yelled. "I used to be a boy! You should be freaking out! Everyone should be losing their minds!" "Why?" Ruby asked. "You make a pretty great girl! You're super-cute and super-hot now, and STILL smart and nice." She squared up to me. "Besides, all the complaints I'm hearing from you are about the how and why, not the what. You don't seem to be saying you're a boy much." "Well, obviously," I smugly replied, placing one hand on my breast and the other on my hip, and then realised what I just said. "... yeah, you're right. I don't mind at all, truth is I kinda like this body." I did my best to look down at myself again, peering around my chest. "It feels like it fits nicely." Whatever had affected everyone's minds had maybe affected mine most of all. I looked around. "But, I feel like the other shoe's going to drop sometime. Something weird's happened. Everyone can see what's happened but no-one cares. Doesn't that seem strange?" "... it's strange. I don't think either of us will ever explain it. But does it matter as long as you're happy?" I paused. It was hard to say. "Well... I... I suppose if everyone else is happy with it, I'm happy too." "You shouldn't define yourself by what they think. But that's a start." She grabbed the handle of her luggage again. "Come on, we should get moving. We better go see Mrs Waller and let her know you're a girl now, you'll need to sleep in our dorms." "Yeah, I guess." There was absolutely no way I was going near the boy's dorm, at least for a while. On the way back, Ruby turned to me. "Hey, do you want to keep being called Michael?" "Hm... no. What do you think of Michelle?" "Suits you great!" It took no time at all to convince Mrs Waller that I used to be Michael. She barely needed to be told, and immediately took to my new name, telling me she'd send word back to the school as soon as she could so my records could be updated. Then she handed Ruby and I our keys to the girls dorm, which was kept locked to prevent bad behaviour from the boys. I'd heard boys openly talking about the raids they had planned on us on the way here, so I was quite grateful for that, even if it had seemed like boastful bullshit at the time. It was quaint and kinda creepy now, but I knew boys got really weird about girl's underwear and I didn't want mine involved. Our dorm was on the ground floor, and we passed the boys hauling their cases up the main stairs. A few of them stopped and stared, and Derek Samson pointed, but it was Robbie Crow who actually tried to speak. The second he opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to say. He said it was his special technique, a deep tone of voice he boasted could make any girl cream herself. "Hey Michael, how you DOing?" I tried not to giggle as his voice cracked at the end. I did not feel creamy. "Just fine, and it's Michelle now!" We unlocked the dorm door and hurried through, our faces stony, before bursting into laugher the second we were out their sight. Through the door we could hear the boys laughing too, mimicking Robbie's squeak. Once we composed ourselves, we headed down the corridor. The restroom and the showers were on the right, while the two rooms were on the left. Each slept six. As we passed the first room Ruby poked her head in, but they already had five so we hurried on to the next and were happy to find a bunk bed was free. Neither of the girls who were already there reacted very strongly when I entered. There was Jennifer French, who both of us were on pretty good terms with, and - I gulped - Alexis, who had been in the girls toilet when I yelped. "Oh, hey Michael," Alexis said. "Uh, Michelle now, actually," I nervously replied. Alexis' eyes widened as she recognised my squeak of a voice, and she scoffed. "That was you in the restroom?" her eyes narrowed mirthfully. "Well, you better not go clit-diving here, we're all going to need to sleep without your shrieking." Jennifer almost choked. "She did what?" "She was flicking the bean in the restroom! Super noisy!" "No," I said firmly. "I yelled because I was surprised I turned into a girl all of a sudden!" I glared at Alexis. "You can imagine that'd be a shock, right?" "All right, all right, I was kidding," Alexis replied with a grin. "Don't get mad. So you're a girl now? How'd that happen?" "No idea. It just did." "Kinda weird." Beyond that word, Alexis didn't really seem to care. "Hey Michelle," Ruby asked, "you want the top or bottom bunk?" I looked up at it. Seemed a long way to climb at my new height. "I'd be fine with either. Want to Island for it?" "Sure." I got my pack of magic cards and searched it for an Island, which I held above the mattress of the bottom bunk. "OK, face down I take top bunk, face up you take it?" Ruby agreed, and I dropped the card. It landed with the island face up. "Looks like I get it!" Ruby said happily. "It's OK, bottom bunk suits me better," I replied, sitting down on my mattress and laying my suitcase at the foot of the bed. "So, how do you like it?" Jennifer asked me. "Oh, it's just easier to get into..." I replied. "Being a girl, not the bed." "Oh. It's nice," I replied. "Honestly though it's been less than an hour. There's a lot I still have to try before I can say how it is, I guess." "I suppose so." "Still, I can't be upset about this body," I added gleefully. "I mean, it doesn't seem bad at all." For some reason, this got a somewhat stony response. "... what?" I asked. "Yeah, must be nice to have the perfect body," Alexis replied, somewhat mockingly. "I didn't say that!" "She didn't say that, Alexis," Ruby added. "Yeah?" Alexis said. "Then what's bad about her body?" I got the sense she was needling me for her own amusement, but felt like I had to go along. "Well, it's way too short. I feel tiny." "How tall are you now?" Jennifer asked. "No idea. I think you're all taller than me at least." This began a short session of everyone standing next to me to try to determine my height. It turned out the person closest to me was Jennifer, who was about an inch or two taller and said she was 5'3". "So I'm 5'1" at worst, 5'2" at best," I said. That was actually a little depressing. As a boy I'd reached at least a 5'10". This was going to take some getting used to. "So much for reaching tall shelves," Alexis said, only mildly cruelly. "OK, what else?" "Well... I'm pretty sure I've got no muscle." This was pretty much immediately agreed. I was petite and my arms scrawny. I wasn't winning any arm wrestling contests any time soon, though I wouldn't have as a boy either. "And?" Alexis asked. "Well..." I started to flush. I felt like I didn't want to confess to this. "My boobs are a bit too heavy..." "There!" Alexis said victoriously, pointing at me. "I've been wondering what you did or who you sucked to get given ones like that." "I didn't do anything. They've just turned up uninvited." "They can't be real. I bet they're not real," Alexis said to Jennifer, who shrugged nonchalantly. "They look real to me," Ruby said. "Come on!" Alexis said. "They must be padded to hell!" She seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. "They're not padded!" I said, surprising myself a little at how much I cared about the honour of my breasts. "They're 100% real." "Yeah? Prove it." I glared at her. "All right, fine." I pulled off my top, revealing my boobs in my bra. It was fairly plain, with just a little bit of lace decorating the cups. I looked down at my girls. Damn, I really, really do have boobs. Nice. "That's not proof," Alexis said. "I know you've only recently become a girl, but padding goes inside the cups. So off with the bra." "Ugh, fine," I grunted. I didn't think twice about taking off my bra here. We were all girls, after all. ... that said, it turned out to be quite the ordeal. "Having trouble?" Ruby asked. "I've..." I grunted, trying to reach behind my back, "never... taken off a bra... before." "Do you need a hand?" Jennifer asked. "No... I'm good!" I was a goddamn girl, I should be able to take off my own bra! Eventually the hooks released and the inconvenient bra fell away. My breasts flopped out of the cups, resting against my chest. I could see my nipples, they looked quite different from when I'd been a boy. The most notable difference was each had proudly scaled an Everest of flesh and fat. "How about now?" I said smugly. "They look real to me," Ruby added approvingly. "Hm, I guess they're not padded," Alexis grumped. As she leaned back, I checked the label on the bra. Ruby had been right earlier. 26-F. From what I understood, the band really was quite tiny. I was definitely petite... apart from the F. "Still, they might not be real," Alexis said, and Jennifer groaned. "Oh, fun's fun but give it up..." she moaned. "I'm just saying, there might be implants..." "I became a girl less than an hour ago!" I shot back. "When do you suppose I had time for a boob job?" "Someone gave you those clothes!" Alexis said. "They could have given you a boob job too." "Why..." "There's only one way to settle it," Alexis said, sitting up. "I'll have to do an inspection." Ruby and Jennifer groaned. I looked back and forth between all of them. "You mean, like, a not-just-looking inspection?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. My face must have been turning red. "She's always been a bit grabby," Jennifer said, scowling. "Come on, we're all girls!" Alexis crowed, getting to her feet in front of me. "I just want to see if these are the real thing!" I glared up at her. Were girls like this? Well Ruby and Jennifer didn't seem to be, but I guess some girls were. "If I let you, will you drop this?" I asked her. "I promise." I had a hard time telling if Alexis was genuine or just joking, and if she was - what exactly was she joking about? But I really wanted to eventually get off this subject, and how hard could it be? "Okay, fine." She had me turn so I was facing the end of the bed, and T-pose my arms. Then she climbed onto the mattress behind me. "You better set her a time limit," Jennifer warned. "She'll hold on for as long as you let her." "I'll start a 5 second timer," Ruby said, fiddling with her phone. "That'll be plenty," Alexis added. "You can count me in, Michelle." I gulped. Maybe five seconds wouldn't be so bad. Though that would be longer than I had touched my own breasts, so far. But things had gone too far to stop now. "Okay... five, four, three, two, one... go?" A few things happened in the next few seconds. 0.0: Alexis' hands reached around me and clamped down on my boobs. They felt cold. My back stiffened and I struggled not to yelp, even though I had been expecting them. 0.2: Ruby started the timer 0.5: Jennifer gasped. 0.9: Alexis' hands started massaging my tits. It was uncomfortable and not all that sexy, though it did make parts of me stand up and take notice. She seemed to actually be trying to find implants and not just copping a feel. 1.9: I made a face that was later described as "lopsided confusion and distress." My lower lip was shooting toward my nose, and I was holding my breath. 2.8: It occurred to me that these boobs were less than an hour old and I was absolutely not yet familiar with them. 4.0: Yoshiko Kitagawa appeared at the door, towing her suitcase. Her eyes went wide at the scene. 5.2: The timer started to beep. 5.4: Alexis removed her hands with a jerk. My boobs flopped to my chest where they jiggled for a moment. 5.8: I slapped my arms over them, looking at Yoshiko's stunned face. Apparently my own face was beet red and my teeth clenched. I said, "I, ah, hey Yo..." 7.0: Yoshiko walked backwards out of the doorframe. 7.5: Alexis leaned back, sighed, and admitted, "OK, they're definitely real." Silence reigned. "You want to check mine next?" she asked. "NO!" I yelled at her. "Of course not!" "Oh, relax!" she said. "It's just a bit of fun." "Your idea of fun is weird," I scowled at her, before flopping onto my back on the mattress, arms spread again. My hair itched me from under my bare back, and my tits wanted to fall down into my armpits. "I'm still kinda getting used to being a girl right now," I fumed, "and I don't think I need any more physical attention at the moment!" Silence reigned for another moment. "So, you don't want us to check if your pussy is there?" Alexis asked, leaning toward me. "Get OFF my bed, Alexis!" I snarled at her. "And... someone go tell Yoshiko we're not all freaks in here!" "I hope you're not," Yoshiko said from the door. I sat up a little, leaning on my elbows. "Because the other room is now full." She walked in, towing her case behind her, and dumped a bag on the remaining top bunk bed. "Eh... heh... heh..." I tried to laugh, but it came out weakly. The only thing that felt worse than my boobs right now was that Yoshiko, the girl I had been crushing on an hour ago, had seen me getting a low-tech, high-enthusiasm mammogram. For an absurd moment I worried that she'd thought we were trying to welcome her to the room with a stereotypical anime scene, which was one of the weirder expressions of racism I could think of. "Sorry about that. That was really just bad timing." "Alexis was up to her usual thing," Jennifer said from her bed. "I understand," Yoshiko said. "You'll have to learn to tell her no if you're going to be a girl, Mike. She doesn't 'get' things like personal boundaries and privacy." "Yeah, I'm seeing that now..." I replied, nervously scratching the back of my neck. "So is that how Alexis says hello, or something?" There was a general murmur of agreement from the other girls. "Oi, why are you lot talking about me like I'm not here?" Alexis asked. I relaxed a little and hoped the others talk about something other than me for a little bit. It almost worked, for a while, but Yoshiko kept glancing at me. She seemed a little annoyed about something Aha, I thought. Here's the other shoe. Finally someone has a problem with me being a girl at all. It wasn't a nice thought, but it was gratifying, like the world finally doing something expected. We caught each other's eye. She narrowed hers slightly, but then tried to put on a polite face. "You know Mike... despite what you might have read in manga, or comics... girls don't usually sit around half-naked in the middle of the day. You're kinda making everyone uncomfortable." All the other girls looked at her, but there was a general murmur of relief that someone had said something. Oh. Right. I looked down. Right. Guys lounging around a dorm shirtless was not so bad, but you had to have a certain amount of confidence to do it. I imagined that if my breasts were much smaller, going around topless among other girls would be a bit weird but ignorable. But with my hooters being, well, hooters, for twenty-five minutes I'd unwittingly been committing a power move on the level of Marcus Russell wandering about with his huge dick hanging free, an unpleasant morning I'd once tried to forget and now was struggling not to remember. "Oh, uh, sorry..." I said, scrambling to try to find the bra. It took a moment since in the chaos it had been tossed to the other side of the mattress. I turned it over in my hands, getting my first chance to give it a good look. It was a plain white with some token lacework and pretty thick and sturdy, the cups quite rigid. They were full of wire and probably other materials, and apparently designed to just hold as firmly as possible, not lift or separate or push. My tits don't need that, I thought proudly. My cleavage just happens by itself! Now, as a proud girl, to put this symbol of my femininity on... A minute later, the others were crowded around me offering advice. "Lean forward, so they fall into the cups!" "You've only got one hook in!" "Shift the band up, it's too low!" "No, it's too high!" "OK, now elbow through the strap and pull it onto your shoulder..." When it was done, I grimaced down at the bra now holding my melons in place. "These things are an ordeal... I don't know if I got all that." "No shit," Alexis said with a smirk. "I don't know if I've ever seen a girl struggle that much." "You know," Jennifer said from her bed, where she was sitting with her tablet on her knees in front of her reading something, "I seem to remember someone in tears after gym because she couldn't figure out how to put her training bra back on." Alexis sputtered. "That's different! That's not a training bra, she's not a kid..." "It's a training bra to her," Jennifer said. "Don't split hairs just because her training bra is a F-cup." "That's literally the opposite of a training bra." "Not philosophically. She's training, isn't she?" Jennifer asked. "So training bra." "They could be at this for a while," Ruby said as Alexis and Jennifer went back and forth. She looked at Yoshiko and me. "Want to head over to the shop? I could use a drink." I finished pulling on the top I had been wearing. The straps were beneath my armpits, but it was the work of a moment to fix that. "Sure, I'm in," I said. "Yeah, I can come," Yoshiko said. "Cool. Oh, and Yoshiko?" She looked at me. "It's not Mike, it's Michael. And actually it's Michelle now. I just... wanted to let you know it used to be Michael." I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Figures. Anime had conditioned me to expect that gaijin were giants who towered over the Japanese, but even Yoshiko was a little taller than me. And as I looked up at her, I realised... wow. This girl is very kind, smart, forthright and pretty, with a killer figure and some nice tits. And I feel nothing for her, romantically. And I feel okay about that. Weird. "OK, I got it!" she said. "Sorry about that Michelle!" We left the squabbling duo - who had now moved onto a completely different topic - and left the dorm, stopping to poke our heads into room 1 to say hello. None of them took any special interest in me, though I took a moment to let them know my new name. We agreed to pick up some mineral water for Nemea and headed out of No-Boys-Land. It was almost entirely boys out there. They'd apparently dumped their stuff in the dorms and returned as soon as possible. I'd swear some of them had been waiting for some girls to leave our dorms, and having been one two hours ago I could be certain I knew why. That certainty was also why I was not surprised that none of them approached us. Three girls was too many unless you had at least three boys, and if there were another two boys the girl you liked might be more interested in one of them. So we crossed the main hall uninterrupted and followed the sign to the shop. There was a wide variety of junk inside. A drinks machine and a chill with more varieties of water and soda inside. Boxes of crisps and racks of bags of all kinds of nuts. Notepads and stamps and pens and phone top-up cards. A huge display of chocolate bars and a freezer with little tubs of ice cream. A little spinning stand held cheap pendants, rings and earrings - I remembered the stud in my ear, and gave it a rub to make sure I hadn't imagined it, pricking my thumb on the pin. I'd have to check that stand out later. Ruby had headed off to one corner of the store where there was a sign that said "feminine products" and was pulling boxes off the shelf and inspecting them. I left her alone. My uterus was two hours old, I had a feeling it would be a while before I needed anything she was looking for. Meanwhile Yoshiko had been grabbing the mineral water for Nimeh and a strawberry flavoured one for herself when Louis Young had stopped to chat with her. They were exchanging some pleasantries and she didn't seem too upset about it, so I let them be. I was looking at the self-serve coffee machine. I had never liked coffee before, but maybe my tastes had changed? Now that I was a girl I had to be more mature and grown up than the boys could be - I knew, somewhere in my freshly maiden'd heart, that was how it was. So I put a coin in, and got something with plenty of milk and sugar. One step at a time. The machine started to gurgle. "Oh, hey Michael," someone said from behind me, taking care to sound casual. I turned and craned my neck up. Taaaallll. I think I just about came up to his shoulders. "Oh, hi Cliff." He wasn't exactly my closest friend, but we played Magic sometimes. Sometimes he'd felt a little too cool for the rest of us, a quality which had been mildly annoying before and was now... something entirely different. "You're uh, looking nice today," he said, clearly nervous in a way that I kinda appreciated. "You look different." "I feel different," I replied with a smile. That was cool. "Lota things are different!" OK, that was a little less cool. "Oh, and it's not Michael anymore, it's Michelle." "Michelle?" He looked down at me and smiled. "Nice name." I looked up into his eyes. He had an intense, searching look in them that didn't match the friendly affectation on his face. They weren't exactly looking at my eyes. He was staring at my boobs. "Thanks!" I said, quickly turning away to get my coffee from the machine and hoping he hadn't seen my expression. But of course he wouldn't have. His eyes dragged him around to my side as I hunched over the machine, trying to fumble with the cup, sleeve and lid. "It didn't take much thinking, it just came naturally..." He was still staring at my tits! "I think the new look works," he said. His eyes would occasionally twitch up to where my eyes were, then immediately drop down. "Way better than when you were a boy. Being a girl suits you." He wasn't merely staring at my breasts. His pupils were synchronised with even the smallest of their every jiggle. He seemed to be blinking as quickly as he could to minimise refresh time. My cleavage was an attention event horizon he was trapped in. "Eh-heh, I'm glad you think that," I said. He wasn't a bad guy, and especially not a bad-looking guy, with his broad shoulders and what would, on a sixteen year old, be considered a rugged physique, and I'd seen his dick in the showers and knew it was niiiiiiice, but I kinda wanted to get out of this... I grabbed the waiting coffee. "You're really cute now," he said. I almost dropped the damn coffee. All I could do was turn red and cringe and scratch the back of my neck. All was apparently forgotten because he thinks I'm cute! Part of my stomach did a cartwheel. Then, I was mercifully saved from being complimented to death. In my glee, I looked up, and my face fell. Ruby had moved over to the chocolate bars, and Marcus Russell had cornered her. They seemed to be having a conversation. Ruby was smiling and blushing. My best friend, and Marcus Russell. Marcus Russell, he of the monster dick. In a moment, I knew I had to save her. "Ah ha, thanks Cliff!" I said to the boy who I needed rescuing from. "Sorry, but I gotta go! Bye!" And I was out of there before he even had any idea what was happening, hustling over to Ruby as quickly as I could without spilling anything out of my coffee cup or my bra. I put my arm around Ruby's waist, and looked up at Marcus. "Sorry Marcus, I gotta borrow Ruby right now!" He just stared down at me. I got the immediate impression the attention event horizon was doing its work. I might have to get used to that, I thought, as I in turn tried desperately to keep my eyes from the hump where his famously-dangling schlong hid. "Michelle?" Ruby just asked. "I'm kinda busy here..." "We gotta go!" I said through gritted teeth. "Girl stuff!" I told Marcus. "You wouldn't understand but I'm learning." "Michelle?!?" Ruby protested and Marcus was somehow speechless. I towed her over to the counter, threw down a tenner to pay for both of us, and evacuated the premises with her as soon as possible, heading back to the main hall. After a minute or so, she struggled out of my grip. "What the hell, Michelle?" she asked, clearly furious. "What'd you have to go do that for? We were just talking! He was being nice!" "Sorry! But I had my reasons!" "What reasons could you have had to drag me away from a guy? You know I don't get many opportunities..." she said, her volume lowering as she realised what she was saying in public. Someone was running up to us. We both turned to see Yoshiko come to a stop by us and gasp for breath. "What happened? Are you two OK?" "We're fine," Ruby grunted. "Michelle got freaked out about something and just had to drag me out." "Was it... that Cliff guy?" Yoshiko asked. "He didn't do anything?" It was nice that she was concerned for me, but I shook my head. "Well, nothing TOO bad, but that's not it, his dick is pretty normal..." They both stared at me. I realised I had gotten ahead of myself. "... I didn't mean to say that." I looked around quickly. The toilet this entire life change had begun in two hours ago was nearby. "Look, I can't explain here, but come with me..." I checked the stalls as Ruby and Yoshiko milled about by the sinks. Nobody about. "This better be good," Ruby said. "Depends on your definition of good, really." I returned to the two of them. "OK, if I were still a guy I guess I'd be honour bound to not tell you this or something, but girls gotta look out for each other. That Marcus guy? If you're interested go ahead and date him, I don't care, but I think you ought to know ahead of time his dick is maaaasssive." The two of them just looked at me. "Well, duh," Ruby said. "That's it?" Yoshiko asked. "Everyone's heard that." "OK, figures that the rumours would have reached us girls," I said. "But what do they actually say?" "That his dick's super big..." Ruby said. "How big?" Ruby paused for a moment, and then held up her palms about seven inches from each other. "About this big?" I held up my palms in a similar but significantly different way. "Try almost doubling it." Their eyes widened. "And it's about an inch and a half across." Their faces paled. "Flaccid." Their jaws dropped. After a moment, Yoshiko found some words. "How... how does he walk?" "I have no idea. Point is, this is a penis that, while wondrous to behold, could do some serious damage to the unprepared. Like, I apparently like dicks a whole lot now, but this thing scares the hell out of me." They just stared down at me for a moment. Somehow I got the impression this warning was not as appreciated as I might have thought. "So... I just thought you should know..." Their silence continued. "You know!" I grinned and danced awkwardly. "Sisters, looking out for one another!" Ruby removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Michelle..." she breathed out. "Look, I appreciate the sentiment. But we weren't arranging a fuckdate in the middle of the store. We were talking about glasses and I was saying I was thinking of getting contacts and he was saying 'no, you look good in them...'" She breathed in and out again, "and it was nice. It was just nice. It wasn't going to lead to me trying to fit an entire coke bottle in my pussy." We all shivered at the thought. That would be cold. "So, next time you think you need to rescue me, maybe wait until I think I need rescued? Or just wait for a moment when you don't have to haul me out of a conversation in front of everyone?" she said, her voice growing louder the whole time. I froze. Yeaaaaah... now that I thought about it, I could have waited a few minutes until we returned to the dorm. Still, I was pretty sure I did what a girl had to do... "Well, all right," I said, slightly thrown. "But you don't know these guys like I do. He's gonna start with talking but he's going to want a lot more..." "Michelle, for someone who's no longer a man you sure can 'splain," Yoshiko said. "You don't need to tell us guys expect sex just for being nice." "That's, like, guy lesson one," Ruby added. "Learn it well." My mouth opened and closed a few times. I hung my head. "Sorry," I said. "It didn't occur to me you were just fine where you were. I..." I thought to myself for a second. Oh. That was it, wasn't it? "I think I was just uncomfortable with my own conversation and wanted an excuse to escape..." The tension in the room relaxed a little. I felt Ruby pat me on the head, which seemed patronising but not too bad. "It's okay, so long as you're sorry. I'll just tell him you've never used a urethra before and really needed me to show you how." "Don't you dare," I said, stifling a laugh. "It's okay," Ruby replied. "I doubt he knows what a urethra is." "Boys have a urethra too you know..." Yoshiko said. "Sssh," Ruby said. "You know what I meant. Just let it be funny." I would have liked this to be the moment that we, fast friends and gal pals that we were, returned to the dorms. But Ruby and Yoshiko had questions of their own. "So what got you uncomfortable?" Ruby asked, waggling her eyes. "She was flirting with Cliff!" Yoshiko said, dramatically batting her lashes. "I was being flirted with!" I insisted. The two of them crowded around me. I stepped backwards and felt my shoulder bump into the hand dryer. Nothing but solid wall behind me. "So?" Ruby said. "How was it?" Yoshiko pried. "How was what?" I gulped. "Your first encounter with a boy!" "I've..." I coughed, and tried to lower my almost ultrasonic soprano. "I've talked to boys before, you know..." Oh, that hurt to do. Let's not do that. "Not when they've been the opposite sex!" Yoshiko was gleaming. "Come on, spill it!" "Well... it was nice." I wasn't sure if I could tell her about how my pulse had quickened and the hair on my neck had stood on end, or how much I'd sweat in thirty seconds. "I guess he wanted to talk about me being a girl now." "Oho, he's interested in that?" Ruby asked, ominiously. "And, he said I was..." I looked up and squirmed, "really cute?" "Ooooooo!" They both laughed. "Cut that out!" "Sorry," Yoshiko said, "but he's not wrong. Especially when you blush like that. It just means he's attentive, and observant..." "Yeah, well, a little too attentive and observant. He just kept staring at my chest. It was kinda creepy." The two of them paused for a moment, before collapsing in laughter again. "What?" I asked. Ruby held up a hand to me as she got her equilibrium back. "Sorry, but you'd better get used to that. Guy lesson two!" "Learn it well. They all do it," Yoshiko said. "All of them," Ruby continued. "And no offence, but I think any guy who wouldn?t stare at your chest probably isn?t interested in any of us.? ?Thank you,? I said blankly. ?That?s very reassuring. And... come on! It can?t be every guy!? ?I, no fooling, cannot think of an exception in our school,? Ruby said with a straight face. ?I didn?t!? I said. There was a pause. Ruby gently placed one hand on my shoulder, before tenderly sweeping my fringe out of my eyes and cupping my cheek. We looked each other directly in the eyes, in a moment of absolute honesty. ?Michelle, you are my oldest and best friend both as a boy and now as a girl,? she said. ?I have never regretted it and I want us to be besties forever. The competition and comradeship we have shared will be fond memories for me for the rest of my life. But you definitely stared at my tits an awful lot.? I almost couldn?t believe it. Why would I? They were just tits. Though I guess, thinking back, I might have sneaked a subtle look every so often when no-one was looking... ?Mine too,? Yoshiko confirmed. ?It seemed like it was constant. You did it on the bus this morning.? Yes, but you see, that was just me appreciating, I wasn?t doing any harm, and now Cliff was appreciating... ?Do you think we should ask Alexis and Jennifer if Michael ever peeked at them?? Ruby asked Yoshiko, a wide grin on her face. Yoshiko nodded. ?All right, all right!? I threw up my hands. ?Fine, I get what I deserve! I was some kind of horrible creep and now the shoe?s on the other foot,? I gesticulated wildly, ?oh how the tables have turned, the worm has also been rotated, and the horses have exchanged...? ?God girl, we?re not mad at you,? Ruby flatly said. ?At least, not anymore,? Yoshiko clarified. ?It?s just something to expect, they can?t help it. Besides, it?s a licence to stare back. If you don?t like it, just tell them to look up or buzz off.? ?Or,? Ruby said, ?wear something with an even deeper V and pull a boy right in!? I hunched over. I was starting to feel the metaphysical weight of these breasts. I walked over to the mirror, focused on them, straightened my back, cupped them, and lifted, testing their physical weight, pushing them together and pulling them apart, getting more used to how they shifted and felt. ?Well, I guess I?ve got enough cleavage to fit one.? We left the restroom laughing amongst ourselves and returned to the dorm. I drew admiring looks and explained my name was now Michelle to people all along the way. ?You know,? I said once we passed through the locked door, ?I?m relieved I?m not creeping you two out anymore. I feel pretty bad about my old habits.? ?Don?t worry, things have been fine so far,? Ruby said. ?Be careful though,? Yoshiko said. ?Girls can definitely be creepy!? ?Yeah, but there?s a different tenor to creepy girls,? Ruby said as she walked into our room, and froze. She seemed to be looking at Yoshiko?s top bunk. ?Speaking of creepy girls...? Ruby continued in a resigned tone, and I entered the room behind her and followed her gaze. Sharon Henderson was sat cross legged on Yoshiko?s bed, wearing nothing more than a flimsy t-shirt, her socks and her panties. She had a huge ancient book on her lap and a laptop on the bed next to her. Her blonde hair was short and utterly wild, her green eyes uncommonly wide. She grinned with some kind of delight when she saw me, grabbed a notebook next to her, pulled a pencil from behind her ear and started scribbling furiously. ?What the hell?? Yoshiko said. ?Get down from there!? She looked at her things, which had been dumped on the floor. ?That?s my top bunk!? ?Sorry!? There was a rapid, hurried pace to her words. ?I need this spot for observation! Ignore me, act like I?m not here!? ?Happily...? Ruby groaned. Sharon had the reputation of being more trouble than she was worth, and more than anyone could really handle. Every time something odd or mysterious happened she would immediately take credit, even when what had actually happened was obviously mundane. Among other things she?d accepted blame for Jane Gilliam fainting (iron deficiency,) that time Charlie wet himself in 5th grade (too much grape juice,) the windstorm that had destroyed the homecoming decorations (low pressure front,) South Korea winning the Overwatch World Cup (well, duh,) and a solar eclipse (fucking orbital physics, my girl!) Right now she was rapidly glancing between me and her whirring pencil. I decided I had enough problems and didn?t want to know. For their part, Alexis and Jennifer were still here and trying just as hard to ignore Sharon. ?You?ll be pleased to know we?ve come to an agreement,? Jennifer said. ?What?s that?? I asked, trying to remember what they could be agreeing on. ?A bra of any size may be considered a training bra for a period of three months.? ?After that, you?re expected to know everything you need to know,? Alexis added. ?... thanks for the grace period,? I replied. ?I?ll try not to waste it.? We opened our drinks. I sipped at my cooling coffee, and immediately screwed up my face. Ugh! This stuff is vile! ?Yoshikooo,? I said. ?Can I have some of your water?? I needed to wash some of that taste out of my mouth. ?Extremely petite frame,? Sharon muttered at her notepad. We were all silent for a moment. ?Uh, sure,? Yoshiko replied, passing me the bottle. I took a modest swig and handed it back. ?So there was something we were wondering about,? Alexis said. ?Maybe you can fill us in?? ?Huh? Uh, sure, maybe. What is it?? ?Well, we get to have training bras. Is there an equivalent for boys? Like, a training jockstrap or anything?? ?Enormous, firm breasts,? Sharon muttered at her notepad. We were all silent for a moment. ?Um, sorry, what was the question?? I asked. ?Training jock.? ?Oh. Uh, not really? I mean, I don?t think I ever wore a regular jockstrap, never mind a training one. I wasn?t a sports guy. But I don?t think I?ve heard of one...? ?Completely accepting of new body and situation...? Sharon muttered at her notepad. We were all silent for a moment. ?... so the jockstrap is more of a sports bra thing?? Jennifer asked. I nodded. ?Yeah, only I?m guessing we need a sports bra to do anything?? ?More or less, though especially more for you,? Alexis replied. I nodded. Had to accept that. ?Well, in my experience a jock was more optional,? I said. ?Could easily be Chibiusa?s dub actress,? Sharon muttered at her notepad. ?Excuse me, but could you stop that?? Alexis asked quite sharply. ?We?re having an important chat about guy?s underwear.? ?Sorry, sorry!? Sharon said, waving a hand dismissively. ?Never mind me, I?m just an observer! Keep having this completely typical conversation!? We all rolled our eyes. Alexis leaned forward. ?So, is a jock part of a cup or are they separate?? ?Appears to have already experienced sexual interest...? Sharon muttered at her notepad. We kicked her out of the room and slammed the door. Then we opened it, tossed out her jeans and shoes, and slammed it. She could come back in when it was time to sleep. As the others talked, I started rooting through my suitcase with Ruby looking on. It was at least twice as big as the backpack boy-me had brought, and seemingly for good reason. If it was me who had packed this, I had seriously overpacked. There were some things that seemed the same. My Switch was still there, though it was now a coral Switch Lite instead of my OG-version. I?d wanted a lite, but hadn?t liked any of the colours that were available. Seemed as a girl I?d had less hang ups about them. Now that I thought about it, I pulled my phone out of my coat pocket ? same model and colour, but I?d stuck a glittery sticker on the back, and I got the sense I?d immediately regretted it. I unlocked it with my thumbprint. That still worked, though I didn?t know if that was because my print was the same or if the phone recognised a new one. All my apps and contacts were the same, nothing new and nothing missing. It was tempting to get onto discord or whatsapp and tell my friends about my new body, but Ruby was getting more and more curious about the rest of the contents of this case and I didn?t want her digging through it without me. There was a toilet bag, of course. It was black with yellow stars on it, not the rather dull one I?d had before. Inside was the typical toothbrush and toothpaste, but the shampoo was full of fruit and chemicals with lengthy names and I?d never carried conditioner or body wash or moisturiser or tweezers or a nail file before. The deodorant was in a bright pink can festooned with flowers, absolutely not the stark macho black one I remembered packing. It smelled amazing. There was a make-up kit. It was ornate and full of little compartments that contained a few things I recognised and many I did not. Ruby said she probably shouldn?t be the one to teach me about that, Alexis said she would be happy to teach me everything she knew, and Yoshiko and Jennifer insisted I should let them teach me well. I decided to go with them. There were shoes. My hiking boots of course. They were heavy and practical, apparently being a girl didn?t mean going hiking in pumps. A relief. There were also pairs of pumps, sandals, court shoes and more strappy things, all in a variety of heel heights. I picked up the most extreme one ? a pair of strappy heels with which looked like two and a half inches of lift ? and stared at it, running my fingers along the narrow stiletto heel. How do I even. The other girls helped me put them on and I ungainly tottered to and fro across the room, before giving into inevitability and topping over onto Yoshiko, my boobs falling neatly into her lap. After being assured heels would come with practice I started pulling the underwear out. This was telling. We were due to be here for a week but counting the one I was wearing, I?d brought fifteen bras. Half of them were pretty basic daily wearers, but the others were sports bras, a balconette, a demi, a bralette and two strapless ones. There was a weirdly shaped thing with no band that Alexis said was adhesive, though I couldn?t comprehend what any amount of glue could do to support my bust. In one case Ruby had to carefully explain to me that those were bras, but this one here was definitely lingerie. In short, it seemed like I cared a lot about always having the right bra to hand. The panties were more normal. Eight of them, plus the partner to the lingerie. There were plenty of socks, stockings and tights. Next to them, a one-piece swimsuit, a high neck two piece swimsuit, and what appeared to be three triangles joined by string. I moved on immediately despite Alexis? protests. T-shirts were next, and they were a pleasant surprise. The boy-sized shirts I?d packed had survived, even if transformed like I had been. My AGDQ2020 shirt, my DBZ FighterZ Vegeta and my Spiderverse group shot shirts were all intact, just much less baggy and with room for boobs. Though now that I looked at it, the characters on the Spiderverse shirt had moved so Spider-Gwen was in the front, and my MHA Todoroki shirt now had him half-shirtless with the caption ?Icy-HOT!? And then there was the Griffindor shirt, which would now stretch the words ?ACCIO GUYS!? across my bust. I set it aside. Beneath them there were tops, with straps and scoop necks and stripes and one rather intense floral pattern. There were jeans and shorts, there were skirts of various lengths and frilliness which I curiously draped over my legs to see how they would look, and there were the dresses ? a sundress, a wrap, what I was told were an A-line and a flare, and a more formal strapless one that reached to my ankles. I couldn?t conceive of when I would wear it on this school trip. Pyjamas, cardigan, scarves... the case went on and on, but in the end all that was left at the bottom was a bag of bows, alice bands, ribbons, butterfly clasps, clips... ?You know,? I said, fiddling with a butterfly clasp, ?if I?m somehow in an alternate universe and this case was packed by an already existing Michelle I?ve stepped into, she?s a complete lunatic.? ?It is pretty excessive,? Jennifer replied. ?There?s not enough time in the day for you to wear a third of that,? Yoshiko agreed. ?Shame you?re so petite, the rest of us could have tried some of it for size.? ?I?m pretty sure about one thing though,? I continued. ?Whoever packed this wanted me to have as much choice as possible. Right? What would I even need three swimsuits for? I don?t even need enough clothes for all seven days, they do have washing machines here. They?ve really gone overboard.? ?How terrible,? Alexis said. ?I can?t imagine how much being gifted over a thousand pounds worth of clothes must hurt.? ?My point is,? I said while narrowing my eyes, ?someone?s decided to do this and picked out clothes I might like. So all this?? I gestured at myself. ?Not some random happening.? Everyone looked at me. I fidgeted. ?And?? Ruby asked? ?I... have no idea.? I said, shrugging my shoulders. ?It doesn?t make much difference, does it?? Jennifer asked. ?What are we going to do? Track them down, beat them up, and make them change you back? Feels like anyone who can turn a boy into a girl and convince the whole world it?s normal might be beyond the five of us.? ?And it?s not like I even want to do that...? I said, leaning back against the wall and hugging a knee. ?Attagirl,? Alexis said, getting up and heading for the door. He patted me on the shoulder. ?You?re much better like this, aren?t you?? I nodded and grinned at her. But there it was again... the feeling that things weren?t quite as they should be. Not that I was a girl. That was fine. But what the hell does it take to make everyone think a boy instantaneously turning into a girl was no big deal? Especially the girl in question. I should be going through some serious dysmorphia, I thought. And everyone around me should be freaking the fuck out. They?d never have let me sleep in here with no questions asked. Instead, everything was just... fine. That was convenient. That was good for me and everyone else. I really couldn?t complain. It just bothered me. ?Do you think we?ve been mind controlled to think this is all right?? I asked. ?I don?t think it?s possible,? Jennifer said. ?If we were, good mind control would keep us from realising it,? Ruby added. ?It?s not worth it getting worked up over hypotheticals,? Yoshiko advised. I released the leg from my hug. ?Yeah, you?re right,? I said with a smile. After all, it wasn?t like I was upset about this at all. We tried to squeeze the clothes back in the case after that. It proved to be virtually impossible. In the end we just stacked a bunch of them in an unused corner of the room and used the case for the delicates. At this point I had been a girl for the most unusual four and a half hours of my life so far. We were still lounging in the dorm, lazily setting up our sleeping bags and unpacking our stuff, when Mrs Waller came knocking on the door. ?All right girls,? she said, ?head on over to the cafeteria soon. Dinner?s about to be served.? She took a glimpse inside the room. ?... Adams? Exactly how many clothes did you bring?? ?I?m not sure,? I said. ?I just found them.? All five of us eventually went to the cafeteria together. This being Scotland, almost everything was fried, but I got to fill my plate with a huge fish and a heap of chips. I sat down with Ruby at a nearly empty table and within seconds it was crowded. Daniel James took the seat next to me, while Henry Masters, Louis Young and Liam Galloway put their trays down on the opposite side of the table. Daniel was uncomfortably close, and I had to squeeze up to Ruby to get some distance from him. ?Hey Michael, Ruby!? Henry said. ?What?s up?? ?Nothing much,? I said, shockingly unironically. ?Just been settling in.? ?We missed you in the dorms,? Henry continued picking at his food. ?Thought we were going to have that Smash tournament but we had to sub in Danny.? Ruby narrowed her eyes. ?You were going to have a tournament without me?? ?Well you can?t come in the boys dorm, can you?? Henry asked. His mouth was full. ?We were just going to have a quick one in the afternoon, but now Michael can?t come in either so...? ?Yeah, sorry about that,? I said, cutting off a tiny sliver of fish. I hadn?t had much but I was starting to feel like I couldn?t handle more. ?Things happened.? ?I get it,? Henry replied, stuffing another brick of fish into his face. ?I didn?t believe Louis when he said you were a girl now ? you look great by the way, very hot ? but I can see why it?d change your plans Michael.? I didn?t know whether to appreciate his understanding or knock him over for the hot comment, so I settled for correcting him. ?Yeah, it did. By the way, it?s Michelle now.? ?Oh, right, got it.? As I spoke to Henry, I got the feeling the Liam and Daniel were hovering just out of view. I did not dare to turn around and catch them, but I could sense their gazes on my chest. Daniel in particular seemed entirely too close. I turned more of my back to them in the hope they?d give it up. Louis on the other hand... was not looking at me. He was gazing at something far over my shoulder. ?Anyway, it got me thinking,? Henry said, and he waved his fork at Ruby and I. ?There any other girls here who play? Now that two of our regulars are girls, maybe it would be good to bring a couple more in, we could get a boys VS girls tournament going or something.? ?Sounds fun,? I said. Ruby nodded as well. ?Though I don?t know if it needs to be split along gender lines that way. Can?t we all just play together?? ?Well, normally, sure! I just thought Boys VS Girls would be... I dunno...? he waved his knife idly. ?More of an event? And a chance to prove yourselves,? he added with a grin. ?We?ve got nothing to prove,? I replied smugly. ?Unless you think taking three stocks without losing 50% was an accident.? That had been my most memorable curbstomp ever. Henry shifted awkwardly. ?That?s not gonna happen again.? There was, I felt, an implied ?now you?re a girl.? It pissed the hell out of me. ?So, you want to do it?? ?Sure,? Ruby replied before I could. ?We?ll find another two girls. I know for a fact Nemea?s pretty good, there must be one more here.? ?Nemea plays?? I asked. ?I think it?s mostly with her brothers,? Ruby replied. ?but she?s solid. She?d have a really good Young Link with practice.? ?Awesome,? Henry said. ?Get back to me once you have four.? He finished his fish. ?I?m going up for seconds.? This left me with Ruby, my food, and two staring little creeps. Louis didn?t count, his mind was somewhere else. I tried to pick at my food but just couldn?t bring myself to eat more than the third of it I?d already managed. ?Weird, I?m just not hungry at all. Can?t remember the last time I felt this full...? ?You are a lot smaller now,? Ruby said. ?Huh, I thought you?d be a big eater,? Liam said, still catching some glances at my rack. The implication was extremely obvious. ?Well, obviously not,? I replied, pushing my tray away and hoping Liam and Daniel would push off too. They eventually did once things got too awkward, and Ruby took a moment to go get both of us another soda, leaving me alone with Louis and a plate of food I was still futilely trying to pick at, if only so it wouldn?t go to waste. Louis seemed to snap out of his funk. He looked left and right anxiously, leaned forward and looked me in the eye. ?Hey. Hey, Michelle,? he said as quietly as possible. I looked at him. He waved his hand for me to lean in. ?Can I ask you something?? she said as softly as possible. I looked left and right. Nobody was watching, for once. I pushed my tray out of the way and leaned in, feeling my boobs flatten themselves against the cold tabletop. ?What?? I asked. ?I need to ask something,? he said in his most hushed tone. ?And well, feels like I can trust an ex-boy...? ?Okay. What?? He looked around again, and swallowed, before whispering in my ear. ?Did Yoshiko say anything about me this afternoon? After the shop?? I looked at his face. He seemed anxious and hopeful. Felt like a shame to let him down. ?Uh, sorry,? I replied. ?Not today.? He bowed his head. ?Right. Thanks...? ?Do you want her to talk about you?? I whispered back, cocking an eyebrow. He looked back at me in shock for a moment, before giving a head bob and slight smile and looking over my shoulder. I figured Yoshiko must be sitting back there somewhere... If this had been six hours ago, I would have done everything I could within my power to destroy Louis right now. Nobody could have dated Yoshiko but me. Now though... this was very cute, downright adorable. And I?d always had a good impression of Louis. Wouldn?t he and Yoshiko make a cute couple?! I leaned in and whispered back. ?If you want, I can try to talk you up around her...? I offered, a wide grin on my face. He gawped at me, shot another glance over my shoulder, and looked into my eyes. ?You... you could do that?? ?If you?re man enough to be good to her,? I replied. He gulped and nodded. ?Okay, I?ll do what I can.? I smiled at him and leaned back in my chair. ?Already thinks she?s the protagonist of a Jane Austin novel,? Sharon muttered into her notebook, pencil scratching away. I jumped. I hadn?t noticed her sitting down to my right at all. ?Where the hell did you come fr...? I started to ask, but she just held up a hand in front of my face. ?Please, just ignore me, I am not here.? ?But you...? ?Ah-ah-ah.? She wiggled a finger at me. ?Observer. I cannot let my presence affect the situation. Please continue your teenage entanglements.? I scowled at her. There seemed to be no talking to Sharon. I turned my entire body away from her, planted my elbow on the table and rested my chin in my palm. Louis leaned in to me again. ?What?s her problem?? he asked. ?No idea. Some bullshit probably.? I scooted my chair back. Time to go. Whatever Sharon was up to, I wanted to be nowhere near it. I winked at Louis, quietly said, ?good luck!? to him, and got up to find Ruby. Behind me, Sharon snatched the half eaten fish off my plate and started to eat it while writing. Louis waited just a moment to see if she was going to acknowledge him at all before quietly leaving. Later, at another cafeteria table, I smirked at my opponent. ?Come on. You might have a little more life but you don?t have any lands left, or any creatures. You might as well surrender.? Robert Crow squirmed, looking at the two cards in his hand. A crowd around us was chatting amongst themselves in hushed voices as they peeked at what we had. ?What?s the hold up?? I asked mockingly. ?Shouldn?t you be DOing? ? I let the first syllable squeak ? ?something?? He glared at me over his meagre cards. I saw Ruby try to stifle a laugh to my side. A few of the boys around us didn?t even try. ?It?s not fair,? he moaned. ?I was distracted...? ?Shoulda been paying more attention to the game, then,? I gloated, leaning forward to present my cleavage to him. Robert studiously glowered at his cards. A few of the boys tried to subtly bend down for a better look. Ruby just covered her forehead with her hand. Needless to say, after that brazen confidence I deserved to lose, and I got crushed when he put on his trollface, played Reins of Power and crushed me with my own creatures. We argued for a bit about whether that was legal, but since we hadn?t actually talked about format the crowd went with him... As we watched Ruby play Cliff and Liam, Yoshiko leaned over to me. ?I don?t get this game at all,? Yoshiko said. ?Looks like you get lucky and have the cards you need, or you lose.? ?It looks complicated, but it?s mostly about managing luck, really. You see people doing all these complex moves, but they have to make their own luck to get there. That?s what makes it fun,? I replied. ?If you want, I?ll teach you some time.? ?Maybe,? Yoshiko said non-committally. ?Hey,? I said, elbowing her arm. ?Over there.? She looked up, following my gaze to the other side of the room. ?Where?? ?In the three guys talking.? I looked up at her. ?Louis Young.? I peered up at her. ?He was talking to you at the shop, wasn?t he?? She blushed and turned her head away. ?Well, yeah...? ?What about?? ?None of your business!? she said with a laugh. ?Come on! You can tell me!? I said. ?He was asking me about manga, if you must know.? She tensed up. ?Pretty annoying, him assuming that I know all about it because I?m Japanese.? ?But you do, right?? ?Well, I do. But I doubt he already knew that.? ?He probably heard it from someone.? I?d have to have a word with Louis about that. ?Still...? I looked at Louis again. ?He is pretty cute. And I always thought he was really a good guy, if a little shy.? I glanced at up Yoshiko. ?But that just makes him cuter, right?? Yoshiko was not looking at me. She fidgeted with her hair. ?Do you, uh, think you like him?? she nervously asked. ?Me? Nah.? Yoshiko visibly relaxed. ?It feels a bit early for me to be getting a boyfriend, right?? I asked. ?It?s only been seven hours. I just appreciate his essential goodness.? I wasn?t sure, but this seemed to be working. Better not lay it on too thick though. ?Hey,? Yoshiko said loudly. ?So manga. Do you like it?? I nodded. ?Yeah... well, I did at least. Not sure if a lot of the series I followed appeal so much to me now.? I didn?t really need manga to see tits anymore. ?I get it,? Yoshiko replied. ?I can make some suggestions, if you want?? ?Sure!? ?Ever heard of Boys Spirit, Catch?? I folded my arms and inclined my head to the side. ?Not really. Is that the one that?s like Pok?mon with ghosts?? ?That?s Yokai Watch,? she said flatly. ?This is... quite different. I?ve got the first volume in my case if you want to borrow it. It?s in Japanese but... well,? she smirked, ?the words aren?t that important.? ?Ohhhh.? I smirked back. ?Sure. I feel like I?ll try anything right now.? The night wore on. Eventually I and the others drifted back to the dorm. Sharon was already there, working away on her laptop oblivious to the rest of us. Occasionally she would turn and leaf through the massive, ancient book lying on her bed. Jennifer was bent over her case, rooting through it and eventually victoriously pulling out her toilet bag. I picked up my bag and pulled out my phone. I?d realised I?d forgotten it earlier and maybe I?d better check it. There were a few whatsapp notifications, and someone on discord had been abusing @here as usual. I also had a text. Lara Adams Hav u arrived? Xx Oh, right, crap. I was supposed to text mum once I got here. I quickly put thumbs to screen. Michael Adams Yeah. Sory ive not texted. Lara Adams OK. Hope your having fun. I glared at the screen. I was going to need to change my name in every account I had. Michael Adams yeah its nice here by the way, im a girl now. Michelle I had to tell her some time, right? It took a surprisingly long three minutes before my phone started to ring. As expected, it was mum. ?Hi mum.? ?Michelle?? Mum asked. ?Yeah, that?s me.? ?Wow. You sound so... so cute!? She sounded pretty thrilled. ?Thanks,? I replied. ?You should see the rest of me though.? OK, part of me thought, there is no way mum would take this so easily. She?s hundreds of miles away! Whatever did this couldn?t have affected everyone in the world, right? Am I going crazy here? THIS IS WEIRD, RIGHT? ?Oh, I bet you?re quite lovely,? Mum said proudly. I laughed awkwardly. ?You need to send me a picture, right away! ?I will, mum.? ?Oh, hold on, your father wants to talk to you.? I subconsciously braced myself. Dad and I had had a tight father and son bond. I wondered how he would take that son now being a daughter. ?Michelle?? he rumbled through the phone line. ?It?s your dad.? ?Hi dad.? ?This is a bit of a surprise.? ?You think it?s a surprise for you?? I said, laughing. ?Good point, kid,? he said mirthfully. ?I just wanted to let you know, I don?t see why this changes anything between us. No matter what happens you?re our daughter and we?re proud of you and love you, all right kid?? He?s not upset at all? AM I GOING CRAZY? THIS IS WEIRD RIGHT? I easily pushed the thought down. This was a good thing! It?s not like I wanted my parents to be confused or troubled or angry. ?Thanks dad,? I said with a smile. ?Now, I think it?s looking late over there. I don?t want you to be staying up all night. Remember this is a school trip, not a holiday!? ?Yeah, I know.? ?All right, good. Have fun and we?ll see you at the weekend. Love you!? ?Love you too dad.? From the phone, I also heard mum yell ?Love you sweetie! Send me that picture!? ?Okay!? And then dad hung up. I dutifully took a selfie of myself from the waist up and texted it to mum. They were right, it was late and I was tired after, well, everything that had happened. Turning into a girl really could make a busy day even more fraught. I grabbed my toilet bag and headed for the restrooms. Jennifer and the Allen twins were already there, brushing their teeth, and I quietly joined them. My new toothbrush was pink, because of course it was. While brushing, I finally became aware that even the shape of my teeth had subtly changed. It wasn?t like there was a ?girly? tooth shape but the adjustments to my face and jaw had actually slightly changed the inside of my mouth, and I stabbed myself with the toothbrush a few times before I managed to scrub all that enamel. Of course, I also went to the toilet. I had consulted Ruby about the proper control of an urethra, and her advice had boiled down to ? a) Sit down b) Don?t overthink it ? which worked out just fine. Shitting was a fraught experience though. It took several minutes before I dared to stand up again, and I wasn?t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that I didn?t turn back into a boy. When I returned to the dorm room I looked at my phone again. Mum must have shown my little sister the selfie I sent, because I had a message from her. Carrie Adams Looking good sis! (watermelon) (watermelon) I rolled my eyes. At eleven my sister was eagerly prepping for puberty and as breast obsessed as any boy would ever be. I sent a reply back to the little monster. Michael Adams Thanks! You too! (pancakes) Carrie Adams (angry face) There was also a missed call from mum, and a text. Lara Adams Could you call me back plz sweetie? Xx Sighing, I grabbed the phone and called her up. ?Hey mum,? I said, ?you had something else you wanted to say?? ?Michelle...? I could hear mum breathe out a sigh. ?I saw your photo. I couldn?t help but notice, well, you really take after your aunt Lisa don?t you?? Lisa was dad?s sister. ?You mean... being kinda...? I looked down. I?d been showing and telling everyone around here that I?m busty all day, but I felt quite a bit more awkward talking to my mum about that. I eventually managed out ?... big?? There were confirming sounds from the other end of the phone, and after a brief silence, ?well, let?s not mince words dear. I?m your mother, you?re my daughter, we should be able to talk frankly about this.? I was starting to turn a little red. ?We can mum, but...? I looked around the dorm. The other girls were giving me an entertained side-eye. ?Uh, hold on a moment.? I left the room, and the dorm. It was a minute?s walk to the front door of the lodge and I went outside into the night air. It was, of course, dark, so I didn?t stray far, but it least it was quiet. ?Okay mum.? ?So, I talked to your father and I know he gave you the talk,? Mum said, and I was relieved when she continued ?so I don?t think I need to do all of that. Especially since I?m sure sex ed probably covered female reproduction and periods and...? she trailed off. ?I know you know all this, though if you want anything explained or clarified you just have to ask sweetie...? ?I?m good,? I firmly said. The air was cold, I was out in shorts and a strappy top. I could feel my nipples hardening and my nethers shrivelling. Neither of those sensations were making this conversation easier. ?Well, then, let?s be frank. I?m sure you?ve noticed your chest is pretty large. How big is it?? ?The bra says 26-F,? I replied. There was a brief moment of silence, I could hear muffled speaking within it. I was pretty sure she?d put her hand over the phone and said something. ?That?s perfectly fine, dear. So, uh, how do you feel about boys?? I wished mum could see my face right now so I could communicate this without words, though I was also intensely glad that she could not see my face right now. ?They?re, uh, they?re nice.? ?Do you like them?? ?Oh I?ve always liked them...? ?Do you like-them like them?? ?I, uh...? My nipples were now rock hard from the cold. ?I like-them like them,? I confessed the obvious. ?All right. Sweetie? I want you to be careful. I know you?re in a confusing place right now, but I want you to think a lot about what you do about that. Because we can both tell the boys are going to be all over you, but I don?t want you to think you have to do anything for them. If they?re nice to you all you owe is the same level of niceness back. You don?t have to let them touch you, at all, or kiss you. You don?t have to show them anything, or do anything, unless it?s what you want. That?s your body. You understand, sweetie?? ?Yeah... yeah, I get it.? I knew it, but I really appreciated hearing my mum tell me it. ?And... look. You?re a young woman, you?re far away... I know I can?t stop you.? I tense up. Was she going to...? ?But if you do want it, you have to make sure he uses a condom or...? ?MUM!? I yelled, my eyes wild, just to get her to stop talking. ?I?m not... I?m not going to sleep with the first guy I find!? ?I know that. I... I trust you to make smart decisions, Michelle... you?ve got a smart, tactical brain. But a lot can change in a week, or a month... a lot?s changed in a day. And none of us always make smart decisions. And this is advice I?m giving you for the rest of your life, not just this week. And it?s uncomfortable to hear, I know, I know. And...? There was a pregnant pause. ?Michelle, I?m telling you this because I love you and want to protect you, and want you to protect yourself. And that can be difficult for a girl. So just promise me you?ll respect yourself, protect yourself, and use protection if you want to do more.? I silently nodded. It took a moment to realize she couldn?t see that. ?I promise, Mum. Though, uh... I can?t see myself and any of the boys here... y?know.? ?Thank you, Michelle. It?s a load off my mind. Remember, you?re an intelligent, capable and beautiful young woman and I trust you to make smart decisions for yourself.? ?Mm.? I looked around, and shivered. ?Mum, it?s kinda cold out here, so I?m going to...? ?Yes, of course. Go get to bed. Love you sweetie.? ?Love you mum.? I hung up. That had been, well, harrowing. It was true that I?d been... what was a good word? Oh. Glorying in the boys? reaction to my tits. I hadn?t really thought about where it was heading. I looked down at my cleavage. This was not an always-on weapon. This had to be carefully managed. It was, if nothing else, unfair to the guys to constantly tease them with it. I could think back to my boyhood and imagine how frustrated I would have made me. But at the same time, if I wanted to show off my damn fine cleavage that was up to me, thank you very much.... Unsure and still a little unclear but resolved to respect myself, I returned to the dorms. Everyone else was climbing into bed, except for Sharon who had discarded her laptop and was leaning against the wall with that giant leather- bound book balanced on her thighs. She was muttering to herself again, though this time the words were unrecognisable. Alexis, who was already tossing and turning in bed, groaned. ?Shaaaron, shut UP!? It was Ruby who noticed my return. ?Something up?? she asked. ?You look frazzled.? ?Mum wanted to talk.? ?Good talk? Bad talk?? ?Or... THE TALK?? Alexis asked with a snigger. ?Not the talk,? I replied coolly. ?I had the talk years ago. Just... more of a catch-up talk. All the motherly advice I?d not got so far in two minutes. About boys and stuff.? ?Sounds intense,? Jennifer said. ?A little too intense,? I replied. ?Intimidated by the concept of heterosexual sex,? Sharon muttered into her notebook. ?If you don?t shut up I swear to god I will tear you in half from your asshole!? Alexis said. Sharon shut up. I got changed into my pyjamas, asking along the way if I should be wearing a bra to bed. The unanimous vote ? apart from Sharon who was eerily silent ? was I should definitely wear the bralette for the best mix of comfort and vital support, so I did. Then I climbed into bed, rolled onto my side, and ? exhausted ? eventually drifted off to sleep. History class was extremely boring. Mr Danes was reading from the textbook again, without imagination or embellishment. ?Of course, Queen Georgina eventually resigned herself to the new relationship, telling the new American Minister to London, Joan Adams, that she ?would be the first to meet the friendship of the United States as an independent power.?? I found myself nodding off, my head sinking lower and lower, the corners of the room sagging. I rested my head on the desk and my hand touched the floor. Something was wrong with my arm, it was not mine, it was too long and too hairy... ?Ms Adams!? I jerked awake. ?Yes!? ?Do you really think that?s suitable dress for church?? Mr Danes demanded. ?I?m afraid we have a dress code here.? I looked down. It would be generous to say that the lingerie that had been in the case covered my breasts. For all its intricate lacework it was in places virtually invisible. I could see my dark nipples through the fabric. I seemed to be wearing the matching panties too. ?Sorry sir,? I said, ?this was all I had this morning.? ?Go to confessional!? he barked at me, while my classmates sniggered and Ruby ruefully sighed. I got up. All the windows were eyes and they followed me as I walked down the aisle, kicking a discarded penis out of the way. Inside the confessional was a suitcase eight miles long. I pulled items out until I found a ballgown. The skirt was deep and broad and ankle length and covered the strappy heels I found, the bodice was low cut, the sleeves burgundy and lace and topped with spherical shoulderpieces. I put it on, somehow. ?You have to admit, we look great,? something said. I looked up and around and inward, and then down. ?Excellent choice of dress. We feel really exposed.? The shadow of my cleavage had formed itself into a pair of lips, and my breasts were jiggling slightly as it spoke. ?Ms Adams? I know you?ve met us, but we just wanted to properly introduce ourselves and tell you how much we appreciate this chance. To be honest, we?d been feeling rather underutilised these past few years, so we really welcome this opportunity to show our stuff and we don?t think you?ll regret it.? My cleavage had an downtown New York accent. I could feel wind whistling through it as it spoke. ?Well, you?re welcome,? I replied. ?Uh, what are your names?? ?Oh, any pet names you like are fine. Rightly and lefty are always popular though. Really it doesn?t matter, whatever you like.? ?Excuse me!? said another voice. ?Anyway, point is, we are here to serve. We?re your social multitool, is what it is. We know things can get awkward and it?s hard to know what to tell someone you like, so in that case we?d like it if you let us take the lead. Just point us in the direction of the problem and we?ll see what we can do. Does that sound fair?? ?Excuse me!? the voice said again. ?Oh, and the nipples say hi. They can get a bit overexcited, don?t mind them, just poke them back in and they?ll be fine. And the milk ducts say, any time you need them, they?ll be ready.? ?EXCUSE ME!? the voice shrieked. It seemed to be coming from within the skirt of the ballgown. ?You?re excused,? my cleavage said. ?Uh, sorry,? I said to my cleavage. ?I think I should take this call.? ?Very fair, very fair,? it replied. ?Don?t worry, we?re not going anywhere.? ?Hello?? I called down to my skirt. ?Finally,? the voice said. It sounded like a well-to-do English lady. ?Those attention seekers have shut up for one moment. Honestly, there is nothing special about being a breast! Even boys...? I felt my whole body quiver, ?can have breasts! And yet breasts get all the adoration, all the recognition, all the credit. For what? Going about half naked! If I did that I?d be called obscene! With all that weight they?re an active detriment to you my dear, frankly I?m surprised you?re so polite...? ?Um, excuse me?? I asked, looking around. ?Who is this?? ?Oh dear. Yes, it figures you wouldn?t recognise my voice, you haven?t shown the slightest interest in me so far. Frankly it?s shocking. Given how attached you were to that silly stick, I would have imagined you?d show more interest in its upgrade, but so far you have ignored me and now trapped me under four layers of silk and cotton.? ?Excuse me?? ?I?m your vagina dear. Do I have to spell it out? And based on your behaviour so far I think I?m going to feel quite neglected. Did you notice you went to the toilet and used both your urethra and anus and completely ignored me? Frankly I feel I am getting forgotten middle child syndrome.? ?You want to be wiped?? I asked. ?I want to be investigated!? it replied. ?I want a little curiosity, a little action! I?m bored!? ?I?ve been busy! There?s people around! I know you?re there but I can?t go around fingering you in front of other people!? I protested. ?You?re in bed right now!? ?There?s five other girls in the room!? ?That?s not stopping most of them!? my vagina fumed. ?Just hold your breath, you can do it quietly! As the very seat of your womanhood, I deserve better!? ?YOU ARE NOT THE SEAT,? my ass said. I looked around anxiously, hoping nobody heard that. ?As the metaphorical seat of your womanhood,? my vagina corrected itself. ?YOU BETTER REMEMBER IT. NOBODY WANTS TO SIT ON THEIR VAGINA.? The skirt was billowing. I really hoped no-one was hearing this. ?All right, don?t worry, I won?t forget it,? I told my ass. ?THANK YOU. BY THE WAY, I APPRECIATE TODAY?S UPGRADE. I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO TWERKING. I THINK I WILL BE GOOD AT IT.? I paused. ?Do people still twerk?? ?That one?s always been kind of backward,? my cleavage said. ?Not abreast of current trends, haha, just our little joke.? ?WHAT IF I SHAKE LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE.? ?I?ll consider it,? I said. I was starting to get annoyed. ?That said, please shut up now.? My ass obediently stayed silent. I waited for a moment. The silence started to get awkward. ?Anyone else here I should get introduced to?? I asked. ?Urethra?? ??m just happy to be here, thanks,? piped a quiet, cheery voice. ??s nice not needing to share with vagina, we?re still friends but I think we?ll both be happier with a little space.? ?There?s no doubt about that,? my vagina responded. ?That said... Ms Adams. Michelle. May I call you Michelle? I apologise for coming on a little too aggressively. I know my opinions can be strongly felt, and often overbearing. But I think we have a great future together if you?ll give me a chance. We?ve got a labia down here, we?ve got a clitoris, we?re all looking forward to getting to know you, you won?t regret it. And we are all here to serve you, so we want this relationship to be good and on your terms as much as possible. I think we all remember how unhelpful and inappropriate penis could be, and none of us want to repeat those incidents.? ?That?s for sure!? my cleavage said. ??an?t disagree with that,? my urethra said. ?PARP? my ass said. ?That said,? my cleavage continued. ?We do got one request.? ?What can I do for you two?? I asked. ?Can you watch how you sleep? Because this hurts. This really hurts. This does hurt. It hurts, and it hurts so bad. It really hurts. This hurts so bad. It?s not great, actually it hurts. This hurts a lot...? I woke up. My left tit hurt. Aaaaaowwww. I?d rolled over too far and been sleeping on it for some time. The whole thing just felt crushed. I turned over onto my back, pulled open the buttons of the pyjama shirt and just took the breast in both hands, hoping that massaging it a little would breathe some life back into it. It worked, to an extent, but there was only so much massage could do. I?d just have to try to get back to sleep and give the boob some time. I reached off the bed and picked up my phone from the floor. 1:42AM. It had been over twelve hours since I became a girl. What had I learned? ... maybe learned was the wrong word. Experienced? I?d certainly had experiences, but they all seemed so mundane. Maybe that was what made them feel real. The only extraordinary elements of what happened today were so implausible that they seemed impossible. Only visible because I could see their effects, they defied not just explanation but also curiosity. There just... didn?t seem to be any point in worrying. What was there to complain about? Crushing my tit aside, it seemed pretty good so far, and I hadn?t even tried half of what this body could do... I creaked one eye open. Everyone else was asleep. I was sure of it. I?d had a dream of some kind. I couldn?t remember anything. But an impulse guided my hand into the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, into my panties, and a finger into the slit between my legs. oh Ohhh Ohhhh fuuuuck.... Minutes later I withdrew my hand, gasping for air. If that was a clitoris, no wonder it was so popular. I cracked an eye open. There was a faint green glow coming from the upper half of the opposite corner of the room. I gasped, and then the glow vanished, along with a faint scribbling noise. Surely I?d imagined that. I must have. The alternative to imagining that was unthinkable. I must have. I turned over again in my sleeping bag, and tried to get to sleep.