Pulling at the Red Thread of Fate Chapter 7 A Higher Education
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Pulling at the Red Thread of Fate
Chapter 1 - Rise and Shine!
A piercing, ear shattering scream filled the room I was in. I couldn't
quite place the voice at first, as I struggled to make sense of it all,
but it didn't take long for me to feel the vibrations in my throat and
the hear the sound coming emanating from my mouth for me to understand
that I was the one who was screaming. A very GIRLY, high-pitched scream.
Let me rewind a bit for a second here. You see, the reason why I was
screaming like an uncontrollable banshee was because something had
happened over night while I was sleeping. Now, this isn't some
embarrassing bed accident like bedwetting or a wet dream... hell, I'd be
happy to have ruined sheets right now.
No, the reason why I was screaming was because I woke up in a body that
wasn't mine. Unless it's normal to go to sleep as a guy and then wake up
as a girl the next morning. Which, unless I missed something major in my
sex ed class, is not something that's supposed to happen. I didn't
notice it at first, groggily waking up and feeling my dirty blonde
shoulder length hair brush up against my back. I didn't even notice that
I wasn't in my room, because it was so pink, and I certainly didn't have
a vanity...
But you know how you think you're awake and but you're actually still
dreaming? That's what I assumed was going on. Even when I finally woke
up and sat at my vanity to get a close look at myself, time seemed to
stand still as I thought I was experiencing the most vivid waking dream
ever. And what boy wouldn't be curious about a girl's body? Since I was
dreaming anyway, there wasn't any harm and touching my fictional body,
conjured up by whatever male hormones that had addled my mind when I was
asleep.
My hands roamed down my body, gently caressing my pert B-cup breasts
under my nighty and my tight, lithe stomach before reaching the waist
band of my panties. As I slipped my hands under them to touch explore a
more private area of my body, I had a smile on my face but I knew this
had got to be the moment when my dream ends. But no... my fingers kept
probing, and feeling brave I started using my fingers in other ways...
SURELY my dream would end now right?
It was then that an almost electric shock ran through my body as I let
out a foreign sounding moan of pleasure. That jolt felt good, of course,
but it also did one other thing - it shook me out from my groggy half-
awake daze and brought me to full consciousness. But instead of finding
myself lying in bed, stroking myself like the horny teenaged boy that I
knew myself to be, I saw a girl with her face contorted in pleasure in
the vanity mirror in front of me. Now fully awake from my stupor, I
jumped out of my chair and looked around, expecting something to
happen... anything to happen.
Nothing did... and that's when the screaming started.
My mother was the first person to burst into the room. Yep, she was my
mom alright. Half dressed in her business attire as she was getting
ready for her morning. Always a bit stressed and overworked, but always
kind and supportive. She grabbed my shoulders with her hands and started
to shake me. "Ally?! What's going on?! Are you okay?" she asked in a
loud and worried tone.
The screaming wouldn't stop though, as my father and brother soon
followed through the door to see what the commotion was all about. There
was nothing wrong with either of them... my dad was the same gruff and
mostly distant blue-collar man getting ready for his own job at the
construction site, and my younger brother, dorky and awkward as ever as
he was entering his own phase of puberty. There was one thing different
about my brother though... he had an embarrassed but curious look on his
face, as his eyes were laser focused on me and my body... my hot, sexy,
Grade-A all-American girl body.
The screaming stopped, but only so I could yell in what was clearly a
high-pitched soprano and not the baritone voice I expected, "MOM!!!!! I'M
A FUCKING GIRL!!!!!"
My mom stopped shaking me, but only so she could grip my shoulders and
yell back in response, "LANGUAGE, YOUNG LADY!"
That's when my dad noticed my brother peering at me and HE began to feel
embarrassed as well seeing his half naked "daughter" in front of him. He
turned his head away and found a pink bathrobe hanging from my bedroom
door, before grabbing it and tossing generally in my direction. He then
shooed my brother out of the room and turned to my Mom. "Stella, I'm
sure this is a 'woman' thing that you can deal with... I'll leave you to
it..."
Before she could even raise her voice in protest at his terrible
parenting, he was already out of the room, almost bounding down the
stairs to avoid whatever drama his daughter was in the middle of. She
sighed and turned back to face me, rubbing my shoulders and arms and
asked, "Are you okay? What's going on?"
I didn't want to speak again because that girly voice would come out... I
was REALLY ready for this dream to end now and for me to wake up, in my
normal room, with my normal clothes, and my NORMAL penis, and have a
crazy story to tell the guys. But after what seemed like an eternity,
nothing happened at all. My Mom's face grew into one of annoyance,
because I knew she was always so busy and had to go to work, but she was
still concerned because her daughter had clearly lost her mind this
morning.
I tried my voice again, grimacing as I heard that cute soprano come out
of my mouth, "Mom... I'm a girl..."
I could tell she was losing her patience because she tried to hide
rolling her eyes, but she tried her best to humour me. "Yes, of course
you're a girl. Did something happen?" She turned to my bed. "Did
you... have your period while you were sleeping?"
MY FUCKING WHAT?! I stumbled back, and would have fell on my ass if my
Mom didn't catch me and hold me steady, assuming she had hit the mark
with her guess. She pulled me into a hug and started rubbing my back,
thinking she was comforting me when in fact she was pretty much blowing
my mind at the moment. "Listen honey, that's normal... we can wash the
sheets to get it out and next time you just have to remember to keep a
pad on." I was too stunned to reply, to tell her that wasn't it, and she
took my silence as her job done and let me go. "I'm sorry honey. I have
to go to work now, but we can talk about this when I get back. If you
want to skip first per-" She stopped herself as she realized what word
she was about to use. "Your first class this morning until you feel
better, I'll tell your dad to call in to the school before he leaves
too." She leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek before gently
stroking my hair a few times and walked out, trying to finish buttoning
up her blouse as she hurriedly tried to get back on schedule.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I whispered in my girl voice after she left, and
dropped the robe that my Dad had handed me. I did the only reasonable
thing I could do and reached back with my hand to pinch myself on the
butt. Nope... still in my dream. I closed my eyes and braced myself,
before giving myself a slap. It stung like hell, but when I opened my
eyes I was still in my girly room and in my girly body. I'm still not
waking up from this elaborate nightmare. I wasn't going to try
escalating any further though, because the last thing I wanted to do was
hurt myself.
I looked down at my body and examined carefully myself for the first
time. This was certainly a girly body... I felt myself grow a bit warm
and tingly, particularly down at my crotch again. That's when I
remembered what I had just done with my fingers only moments earlier and
got immediately self-conscious. Did I just get turned on by myself? I
wake up as a girl, everyone seems to think this is normal, my Mom thinks
I just had my period, and my first reaction is to get horny... wet...
when I look at my own body? God, I'm a real piece of work.
I sat back down to try to compose myself and heard the doorbell ring. I
heard some voices at the front door and that's when I noticed that my
window was open and realized that the whole neighbourhood probably heard
my little "episode" just moments earlier. In fact, that's exactly what
was going on, as I heard our neighbour Mr. Bradford's voice come up
through the window from the front porch below my room. "Bill... what's
going on? Is everything alright?"
That's when I heard my Dad sarcastically reply, "Teenaged girls, am I
right?" before they shared a bit of a nervous laugh together.
That's when I heard my Mom brusquely tell my Dad, "When you two are done
GABBING, can you make sure YOUR daughter is fine and goes to school?"
As if out of a dumb sitcom, both my Dad and Mr. Bradford reply in unison,
"Yes ma'am!" before sharing another laugh. If eye-rolling could make a
sound, I'm sure I would have heard it from up here as my mother just
scoffed and got into her car before driving off to work.
That's when I heard the voice of an angel ask, "Mr. McCarthy, can I check
in on Ally?" It was Jennifer, Mr. Bradford's daughter, and my childhood
friend! I'm glad she's here at least... we literally grew up together!
If there was anyone who could help me, to let me know if I was going
crazy, she would be the one! I heard my Dad mumble that I was in my room
before getting back to some banal small talk with Mr. Bradford. I made
sure to shut my window and draw my blinds so that I could maybe have some
privacy as I heard Jennifer come up the stairs and poke her head into my
room.
"Hey there... is it safe?" It was almost cute, the way she teased me,
except for the fact that I felt like my world was ending.
I honestly didn't know what to do, but I didn't want to hear my own voice
again, at least not yet. I sat down on the chair in front of my vanity
and waved her in. Jen was definitely empathetic and knew something was
wrong, as she quietly stepped into my room and pulled up a chair to sit
beside me. She didn't say anything at first, simply waiting for me to
talk to tell her what was wrong.
I couldn't stay quiet the entire time, eventually breaking my little vow
of silence and released my girly voice again, "Jen... I'm a girl."
I felt her flinch, ever so slightly, but she didn't say anything at
first. What could she say? It was such a stupid sentence. She looked
at me and smiled. "Of course you're a girl."
A big sigh left my mouth as I tried again. "No Jen, I mean... I'm a girl
NOW but I'm not a girl. I'm a guy!"
She seemed to flinch again and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, before
quietly asking me, "Are... are you coming out to me? I know we just had
that lecture on being trans..." She reached out with her hand to take
mine and held onto it tightly. Great, now I'm in an after-school special
about coming out to my friends.
I looked at her and with as serious a tone as I could muster under the
circumstances asked, "Listen... have I always been a girl? You don't
remember me not being a girl?" I felt her flinch again, probably because
she had no idea why I was asking these questions. That's when I began to
search my own memories and I knew for a fact that, at least 8 hours ago,
I was a bonafide fully-functional man.
"Of course you've always been a girl." She seemed nervous, probably
because she didn't quite know what to make of my questions.
"Well, fuck me sideways." I felt her release my hands as she recoiled
back in her chair in horror, and I had to raise my own hands in
embarrassment to wave her off, before she thought I was saying anything
weird, "That's not what I meant!"
She started with a giggling fit and poked my cheek with her finger. "I'm
flattered, but I'm not sure I swing that way. I mean... no offence!"
She blushed, probably embarrassed herself that she might have said
something wrong or offensive to me. I started to laugh, which only set
her off even more, and soon we were both in a laughing fit as we fed off
of each other's energy. By the time we were done, nothing had changed
but at the very least I had calmed down. If this is a dream, then it was
one hell of a dream.
Sensing that I was feeling a little normal, she gently offered, "We don't
have to go to school if you're not feeling well. My dad won't mind if I
skip a day."
Oh god. School. Well, if I had to figure out what the hell was going
on, I guess I can't stay cooped up here all day. I shook my head.
"No... I'm... I'm okay now. I just need to get ready."
She smiled and told me that she'd come back for me when she got ready
herself, before leaving to likely head back to her own place. I could
hear her tell my Dad that I was fine before she and Mr. Bradford left our
house.
I turned back to the vanity to take another clear look at myself again.
Whatever this was, at least I could be grateful that I was a fairly
attractive young woman, my long hair complementing my features quite
well. Before I started to get turned on by myself again, the fact that I
realized that I looked like a younger, hotter version of my mom was
enough to kill my boner... or whatever it is I could get now. Still, I
couldn't deny that there was some pleasure in knowing that I was a beauty
as I saw a coy guilty smile cross my face.
I stood up and picked up the bathrobe, realizing that I needed to take a
shower before braving the world. I really didn't want to do this, but I
didn't really have a choice as I got up to go to the bathroom. Knowing
how worked up I could get seeing my new body in the nude, I tried to do
the only sensible thing to me that I could and showered with my eyes
closed. Of course, that worked as well as anyone could have predicted,
not only because I nearly wiped out, but feeling the feminine curves of
my new body or my long silky-smooth legs with my eyes closed only left
things to the imagination. I did the only thing I could do and turned
off the hot water, giving myself a shock so that I would stop messing
around in the shower and get back to the real task of finding out what
the hell happened to me.
I toweled off as quickly as I could and slipped into my bathrobe and
looked at the toilet. What happened next was probably as traumatic as
showering, if not more so, but all I could say is that it's much easier
going with your eyes closed when you're sitting down.
I practically ran back to my room so that I could put my bathroom
experience out of my mind and get ready for the day. Almost by instinct,
I reached into my drawer to pull out a plain lacy white bra and slipped
it on. Somehow, I just knew how to reach behind me to clasp it shut, as
if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. It was enough to
make me pause, frightening me a little because I wasn't sure what was
real anymore. What if this is who I really am, and these memories of
being a boy are all made up and a figment of my strange imagination? I
let out a grunt of frustration before quickly slipping on a new pair of
panties and moving on to my wardrobe.
I almost wanted to cry when I saw the explosion of pink and pastel
colours that greeted me. I scrambled through the wardrobe trying to find
something that I could feel comfortable wearing, seeing countless numbers
of summer dresses before finding a pair of jeans and a light-yellow
blouse that would do for now. Of course, when I looked at myself in the
mirror, I noticed that the blouse was cut low enough to allow my cleavage
to peak through and the jeans hugged my legs and my ass in a way that
almost left less to the imagination than if I had just given up and worn
a dress or a skirt. But that was one bridge I wasn't going to cross now.
I felt relieved when I found some relatively normal pairs of sport socks
in my sock drawer and some trainers lying on the ground by my bed,
knowing the reality could have been much worse and put them on. Although
that was short lived when I noticed the pink sports duffel bag with the
telltale signs of a cheerleader outfit spilling out the top. Oh god...
no fucking way... I didn't want to think about what having a cheerleader
outfit could mean - the ONLY thing it could mean, unless the girl version
of me was into some kinky costume play at least. I have no doubt someone
would find it funny that the school quarterback would end up as a
cheerleader, but I was definitely not laughing.
I tried to shove the bag away, but I somehow couldn't do it and felt
obligated to pick it up and put it on my bed next to my pink backpack so
that there was no way I could ignore it and forget to take it with me to
school. The backpack gave me an idea though, as I began to search
through it for some clues. I saw a little clutch and picked it up,
tentatively opening it up as if it would hold some secret to my life that
wasn't already obvious to me already.
But there it was, both my student ID and my driver's licence stated very
matter-of-factly that my name was "Allison Summer McCarthy" and that my
gender was "F". If there was any consolation, I suppose it was the fact
that at least my pictures turned out well. Jeez, I'm really living up
the fact that I'm a cutie, aren't I?
As I returned the clutch back into the bag, I saw a pink planner and
curiosity got the better of me as I slowly picked it up and looked at it
with butterflies in my stomach. Even the planner screamed girly, as
"Ally" clearly wrote with an almost bubbly cursive writing and plastered
each page with either cute doodles or stickers. The girl liked cute
puppies, because they were everywhere, but I couldn't begrudge her that
much... who doesn't like puppies? At least that's one thing we shared in
common.
When I got to the timetable page, I almost sighed in relief as it was
exactly the same schedule that I had before. There was at least some
normalcy in my life... but as I got to bottom of the page, I saw the
words I dreaded the most - CHEER PRACTICE!!! :) - the big smiley face was
the icing in the cake and I could feel a warm feeling of pride wash over
me. As hard as it was to make the football team, I knew how competitive
the cheer team could be, so I suppose I should be happy that "Ally" is on
the team... except for the whole 'I'M NOT A GIRL' thing anyway.
I tossed my planner back into my bag and grabbed my phone and keys from
my nightstand, realizing that with my skinny jeans I'd have to toss them
into my bag as well. I was about to leave but something drew me back to
the vanity, where my body suddenly went on autopilot again as it began to
go through what I could have only assumed was a daily ritual for a girl
as I used a hair dryer and brush to style my hair nice and straight,
before moving on to making up my face with moisturizer and foundation and
blush and mascara and eye shadow and eyeliner and lashes and lipstick and
all the things that I'm pretty sure I knew nothing about until this very
moment but managed to put on expertly anyway.
I noticed I had lost maybe half an hour to this process, if not more.
Despite the fact that my body seemed to operate on autopilot, there was
no way I was going to put up with that again. At least that's what I
tried to tell myself, but even the mere thought of not putting on at
least some makeup seemed to make me feel guilty. Another problem for
future me to have to deal with.
I heard Jen come in through the front door downstairs as she started
talking to my dad, reassuring him that my "girl trouble" but that she'd
watch over me while we were at school today.
I sighed deeply and picked up my bags. I thought to myself, "Well.
'Ally,' I guess it's time to see what else is wrong with this world..."
before stepping out of my room and heading downstairs to meet Jen.
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Thank you for reading my story! I'd appreciate any comments here or by
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I have a general arc for the story in mind and a couple of chapters
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