"All right, Dan. You always got on my case for taking a long time to get ready, because I'm a girl. Plus, I know you look at lesbian porn on the computer when you think nobody's looking. Well Dan, you think that two women being in a romantic relationship are just objects of male desire? Well, I think it's time to teach you a lesson!" Kat chanted a few words and Dan felt very sleepy... so sleepy...
Dan woke up in his bed. When he looked around, though, his room looked completely different. The walls were now painted a dark purple color- a color he had once thought of using before ruling it out as too girly. There were still posters of his favorite movie actresses, but the "Babes with Big Butts" calendar was gone, replaced by one with pictures of landscapes. There were girlish flower decals on the walls, too. Sitting up, long, dark brown hair cascaded down the sides of Dan's face. Kat must have drugged him, redecorated his room, and put a wig on his head. An experimental tug of his hair revealed that she must have glued the wig on.
"Ouch," he muttered, then put a hand over his mouth. His voice sounded like a girl's! Experimentally, he tried saying a few words, noting that his voice had a girlish but husky tone. He tried to figure how Kat had done it... maybe with helium? He absentmindedly brushed his face and realized that he had no facial hair, not even stubble. Kat must have shaved him too, to top it all off!
"Kat! Get in here now!" Kat rushed into his room, a giddy expression on her face.
"Hello, Dan!" she said, over-enunciating her words.
"You're going to be in SO much trouble when mom finds out you redid my room and made it look all girly! Plus for shaving me and gluing on this stupid wig!"
Kat chuckled. "Oh, is she now, Dan, or should I say Danielle? You haven't looked in the mirror yet, have you?" She gestured towards the full-length mirror on the wall. Dan hadn't had a mirror in his room before, so he hadn't noticed it. He walked over and stood in front of it.
In the reflection Dan saw a modestly attractive girl. She was wearing the same type of clothing as he had been, a graphic T-shirt and blue jeans. He held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers; the girl in the mirror did the same. Thinking it must be a trick, he reached down and removed his shirt. The girl in the mirror did so as well, exposing her small breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, so Dan got a full view of her nipples. As a joke, Dan placed his hands where her breasts were, to make her cup them... and felt a pair of pert mounds on his own chest! He looked down and saw a pair of small, girlish breasts on his chest.
"Ohnothisisnothappeningthisisnothappening!" Dan stammered frantically as he undid his pants. Sliding them down, he saw he was wearing a pair of masculine-cut panties, which resembled the boxers he had been wearing. He tore these off to reveal... nothing. Looking in the mirror, he saw a thin, small-breasted nude girl, with no sign of masculinity between her legs. Just to verify, he squatted and leaned back, spreading his legs to get a better view. The girl in the mirror had a vagina nestled between her legs, adorned with a triangular patch of fuzz. Dan recognized a few parts of it from the porn magazines he had read: the lips, the actual vaginal canal, and a tiny nub he assumed was the clitoris. He resisted the urge to touch these new parts; the whole thing still seemed unreal to him, and he didn't want to get too drawn in.
"What did you do to me?" he asked.
"Simple, you doofus. I turned you into a girl version of yourself. Basically, you're you if you had been born as a girl, but everything else was the same. You have the same interests, the same goals, the same hopes and desires, but with the perspective of being a girl. As a girl, you were never afraid to do stuff out of fear of appearing girly or effeminate, and never felt pressured to be masculine. You just developed naturally, free of social pressures, so you are, in theory, happier than you were as a boy. This is a lesson, though, about not treating women as objects, so I left your sexual orientation the same. You are an open lesbian in this reality, and by the end of this you will have been a participant in a romantic lesbian relationship. Then, hopefully, you'll realize that lesbianism isn't some erotic male fantasy, but a legitimate form of relationship."
Dan was relieved, at least, to know he wasn't gay. Or, rather, that he was. Sexuality was weird when you deal with se changes, he mused.
"All righty, time for your first lesson on girlhood..."
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