Sex Change

Not a Girl I woke up and there they were. I felt them. I stared at them. I felt them some more. Two large breast where attached to my chest. I threw the sheets off and sprinted to the mirror in the bathroom where I gazed unbelievably at the image in the mirror. My hair had changed colors from brown to blonde and had grown about 6 inches. It was now hanging just below my shoulders. …

…breasts, no long hair, and something between my legs. Just the way I liked it. I was lucky none of the teachers or students had had the time to remember who I was, so I was ok as far as school went. After classes that day I returned to my apartment and saw the piece of paper with Sally’s number on it. I remembered how attractive she was. Hey, it was worth a try!