"We can head home and give you a chance to relax", she says. You nod your head and look in the mirror. "You might as well start calling me Bonnie now", you say to her accepting your fate. There is nothing you can do about it. Your old body was cremated. It's not like you can go back to who you were. You've thought about this alot over the past few days. You've accepted the fact you're a girl now, but what you've not accepted is being Bonnie. There is no way you're going to tell your Mom that you've accepted it though. She'll have you dressed like Bonnie, which is to say like a bimbo. You're going to use this accident as a way to restart Bonnie's life. The amnisia makes for a good cover story. The drive home is uneventful aside form the disturbing way your breasts bounce whenever the car hits a pothole. Soon the car is pulling into the driveway of your, well Tim's house. You head inside and up to your room only to find all your stuff is gone. The room is full of for lack of a better word girly stuff. "What the hell", you mutter. Your Dad is soon behind you. "Your Mom moved all your stuff out and Bonnie's in a few days ago. We cleaned out her apartment until you, well she recovers from the accident", he says. You let out a sigh. You should have expected this. "Ok, Dad, can I have some time to myself", you ask? Your Dad nods his head and walks off. You shut the door. You look around the room. Some of Bonnie's favorite outfits are laid out.
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