Chapter 2

It wasn’t until the next day that I realized the weirdness from yesterday was only just beginning. I sat up in my bed and stretched out trying to shrug off the sleepiness.

“That’s odd, did my shirt get bigger?” I tried to stretch out my arms but now they no longer made it out of the sleeves of my button up. I took one hand and pulled up the sleeve but now my hand and wrist were thinner than I remembered. My forearm was petite and dainty and my finger nails had grown.

“Did I lose all my muscles?” I said out loud in a lighter voice that wasn’t my own. “What the hell!” I began to shout frantically. “What is going on??”

I rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I fumbled for the light switch and almost passed out again when I saw what staring back at me in the mirror.

I wasn’t a man anymore. I wasn’t me anymore.

What I saw in my reflection was woman. A noticably shorter, but attractive woman. I touched my face, I ran my fingers through my wavy, shoulder length, reddish brown hair.

“This can’t be real. This can’t be happening right now” I said to the person looking back at me in the mirror as if she had any clue what’s going on either.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and then closed my eyes as tight as possibly could.

“This is just a bad dream. All you need to do is wake up.” I thought to myself.

“Wake up Calvin” I heard in that old lady’s voice.

I opened my eyes but all I saw was her. This woman. Me?

It was crazy because this scenario had crossed every single guys mind before. What would you do if suddenly you woke up as a woman? Naturally every guys first thought would be to play with themselves. The thought definitely crossed my mind. The curiousity built up quickly. It was almost impossible to ignore.

I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt to reveal this new body of mine. My hands were trembling with nervousness as I undid each button. The oversized shirt fell to the ground and I drank it all in.