You woke up groaning, aching all over. You felt weird, as if you were lighter. Your chest felt heavy, and something kept brushing against your neck. You looked down, and screamed in shock. You were a girl. Long brown hair, tied back. B-cup breasts. Smooth skin and a light hourglass figure, but a plain, unkempt look.
Your mother appeared in the doorway, with a (false) concerned look on her face. "Are you alright, Mel?" she asked (making up a tomboyish nickname on the spot to fit the new you).
"What happened to me?" you ask, gesturing at yourself. "Why am I...a girl?"
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