Jessica and Amanda opened my closet while I sat on my bed, watching them rummage through my drawers for whatever looked cutest. "Oh, this is nice!" "But what about this, she'll like it so much!" "And if you combine it with this, then..."
I tuned out their ramblings and waved my feet back and forth, more bored than anythin. I wondered why I wasn't panicking an more, why I didn't find the thought of them dressing me up in girl's clothing repulsive, but wasn't that obvious? I had memories of being a girl all my life. I knew what it was like to wear a bra, wear panties, and wear dresses. Maybe there'd be a little discomfort at first, since my body's not used to it, but my brain is. It began to dawn on me how scary a thought that actually was. In the span of one finger snap, I forgot my life as a boy. I couldn't even remember what my male name was...John? Rick? Danny? Anything could have fit, really, but Rachel...I knew full well that was my current name, and the name I had owned all my life.
But I wasn't saddened by that thought because it seemed normal, even though a part of me, the part that still remembered being a guy in his senior year of high school, insisted something was wrong. I cupped my hand to my head again and muttered, "Oh jeez..."
"What's the matter, pumpkin?" Amanda said as she carried over a pair of jeans and a red blouse. Jessica followed closely behind with the undergarments - a training bra decorated with stars and a similarly designed pair of panties.
"Nothing," I said. "Just...nothing."
"You better toughen up," Jessica said, "because in just half an hour you're starting your first day of seventh grade!"
I groaned. "Seventh grade? If it's anything like sixth grade, then..."
The fact I remembered sixth grade clearly, like it happened a few months ago...which, in my mind, it did...caused my mind to hurt even more. Jessica and Amanda put the clothes on the ground and walked outside for me to change. I did as expected, largely because it's what my mind expected of me too. God, it's hard to balance two minds in one head...
Jessica and Amanda stepped back in when I was done and looked me over.
"She doesn't look too happy," Jessica commented.
"Why should I be?" I said. "This is what I wear every day."
"So your memories are getting in the way of enjoyment, hm?" Amanda said. "That's a bore. Maybe you shouldn't have done the memory changes so early, Jessica."
"We could leave her as she is," Jessica said. "After a while, her female memories will overpower what male identity she still has."
"Still, we might as well have fun with her while she thinks and remembers things like a guy. Once her period starts, she'll have no choice but to think like a girl, you know? It's only a matter of time."
The twins got together and whispered in each others ear, consulting over a matter I had little control of.
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