This choice: ...confused and rather frightened to know what happened. • Go Back...Chapter #4Awkward Discovery by: Trigger   Your assent quickened as strange sensations traveled through your body and an irregular, but familiar, environment introduced itself to your eyes. With vision being the most dominant sense, you took your surroundings as your priority, looking about the room you're in with intrigue. The structure and layout remained as normal, showing you that this was still your room, but the rest was notably different. The desk, that occupied your computer, now only contained a small and closed laptop, the main focus was now a mirror with several beauty products which you couldn't even name scattered across the desk. The poster above the desk no longer showed a sweet shot of your dream girl, but instead was some guy, who was undoubtedly from some band you've probably never listened to. The rest of your room seemed to follow a similar pattern and it certainly seemed to assure you that a girl had been living here instead of you.
As you eyed over the different pattern of the sheets that you continued to lay on, you began to take notice of a secondary issue, perhaps more dire than the first. The small hand that pressed into the covers to support your lean was most certainly not yours, but it most certainly was attached to you, and a flex of the fingers proved the point. With lips already felled from the bizarre situation, your mouth discontent "What on earth did that drop do to me?" With your shoulders bare, it made you wonder just what you were wearing, but even with eyes unable to focus on one thing for too long, you found them taking in what could be a unfortunate answer to your question.
Wrapping around your chest was a green tank top, or so you assumed at first, until you noticed the similar skirt down below that melded together with the top, making this some sort of dress. The more frightening part was that the dress suited you, as it was being filled out with much more girth than you could have ever hoped to place into it before. In awe, but still frightened -- but also morbidly curious, you reached up to cup the profound protrusions from your chest, finding a buoyant sensation as you pushed up against them. "These are definitely real!" You exclaimed, moments after your initial gasp of intrigue. The confused expression made its way back to your ears after bouncing off some walls, resulting in you lapsing to your lips in disorientation. "Was that me?" You asked yourself in what became an answer as the tone was still the same.
Leading from that into many other forms of discovery, you found yourself delving into all the changes of your body, from your bare and shaved legs to the emptiness of your crotch, and all the way back to the lengthened brown hair you had already familiarized yourself with.
Becoming rather untangled in the head as your mind tried to grasp at the strings, you stumbled over to the mirror that has replaced your computer’s dominant position on your desk. You sat in the chair with a garbled gaze as the image of a cute girl mimicked your every movement. Brown hair falling to her shoulders and framing her face quite perfectly. Between the bordering frames was the face of an absolute beauty who, despite her confused expression, resonated with absolute purity and grace. Her face was round and her cheek bones risen and pronounced very softly from chin to cheek. Her lips were doused with an almost white lipstick to offset her rather tan skin which was so magnificently creamy to the touch.
With breathes stuttering from the uneasy in-take of all the information, you murmured out the obvious in your new frail voice. “I’m a girl…”
Despite the urge to explore your own body to a further extent and to continually gaze at the beauty in the mirror, you stepped up from the chair and took a slow walk about the room. Many things laid in similar locations, but the overall feel of your room had definitely changed to suit your gender. “That drop turned me and my life into a girl? I mean, I guess I’ve wondered about being a girl once or twice, I imagine most people have, but this isn’t something I want all the time!” You mused in a soft whisper with fingers rubbing beneath your lips in thought.
You turned back to the bed, finding the drops still present on top of it…
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