"Why... Why am I a girl?" you ask
"Oh! That's an easy one!" she exclaims with a smile, "I'm a sorceress."
"You mean... witch?"
"You watch your mouth young man. Or perhaps I should say young lady. Now I've been pretty darned nice, all things considered, by letting you keep your old personality. I made you a tomboy when I could have easily made you ancheerleader or a dancer or even just a pretty little airhead. Hell, I could have made you the school slut if it suited me, and I still can. I could snap my fingers right now and you'd have a boy at your door just itching for some action. Come on now, Mel, you're a smart girl, why on earth would you go yelling at someone who has that much power over you?"
You went very quiet.
"That's better." your mother said, patting your leg, "Now get dressed. You've got school today. Have fun!"
With that, she left, and you were left to sit and come to terms with suddenly not being a man. You get slowly up, ignoring the weight of your chest, and the fact that you were nearly a foot shorter than you were supposed to be, and made your way to the dresser. You put on a pair of skinny jeans, a Doctor Who t-shirt and a red hoodie. You were already wearing a pair of green ankle socks and you began the arduous task of lacing up a pair of high-topped Converse.
You look in your mirror to find a cute young girl looking back. There was nothing feminine about your clothes at all, but your round face, and lightly curved hips gave you away instantly. Try as you might, you still could not escape your female body.
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