David (In Amelia's Body) POV
I woke up feeling a little groggy. My slowly opened my eyes and my vision was blurry. For a moment I forgot that I was just put into Amelia's body. As soon as I got up however, I was immediately reminded of the body I now occupied. Long black hair quickly fell into my face. I knew Amelia had very long hair that went down to her waist. Her hair was mine now. Her body of course, was now mine as well. I took the hair out of my face and saw my new body. I was wearing a hospital gown that Amelia and I were asked to wear just before the procedure. I now saw the body I now had. I had Amelia's small, girlish body.
I started to get off the table I was sitting on and tried to stand up. I noticed a slight change in my center of gravity due to my new body's shape. I didn't stumble or fall however, I just that's because Dr. Thomas said that motor skills was one of the things that stayed with the body. I decided to get dressed as I saw Amelia's clothes on a corner table. As I walked I noticed that without thinking, I walked exactly the same way as Amelia used to! She used to walk in a very girlish manner where her hips swayed with every step. It seems as if Dr. Thomas was spot on when he said that everything done instinctively would stay with the body. I could only walk the way I used to when I was a boy when I really focused. I decided to forget about it and get dressed.
The clothes on the corner table were the clothes that Amelia wore before the procedure. To my disgust, they were very girly clothes. They were a pink tank top, a bright green bra, frilly panties, and a short denim skirt that stopped above the knee. I slowly took off my gown a little scared of what I was gonna see in the full length mirror in the room. However, I knew that this was gonna be my body forever, so I had to see it sooner or later.
I walked to the mirror after I took off the gown and observed my new body. Amelia was a very petite girl. I noticed how much shorter I was from the moment I stood up. Amelia was even shorter than my mom. Amelia was about an inch under five feet in height. Of course, I had to get used to the breasts I now possessed. They weren't big, but they weren't that small either. I sure hope they don't get any bigger as I get older in this body. I slowly poked one of them. It felt awkward. Then I clasped one in my hand and squeezed. It was a strange sensation, and I stopped playing with them soon afterward. Then I had to move on to my new vagina. I was really scared to explore that area, but I had to eventually. Amelia had a little patch of hair between her legs, but not a lot. I slowly placed my hand between my legs and started feeling my new parts. After about ten seconds I felt I had gone too far, too quickly, and decided to explore that part of me later.
I finally put on the clothes Amelia wore. I put on the panties first, It felt better not having that sensation of air between my legs. Then, I tried to put on the bra. It took a while, but I finally was able to put it on. I feel better now that my new breasts had support. Then I put on the skirt, which wasn't hard, but I certainly would've preferred a pair of jeans. Then I put on the tank top, which wasn't hard either. I took one last look in the mirror, seeing my former sister Amelia, now me, looking like any average feminine teenage girl. Then I left the room. Dr. Thomas was waiting for me outside the door.
He was glad to see that I had awaken and he asked me some questions about how I feel and if there are any problems I had. I told him that I felt well except for the obvious fact that I was uncomfortable being a fourteen year old girly girl. He led me to a room where Amelia in my body had already woken up. She, or rather, he, taunted me with "How does it feel to be a girl, Amelia?"
"Hey, I'm not too happy about this either," I said.
After some last tests with Dr. Thomas, we were ready to go home. Dad had dropped off everybody back home because the operation took several hours and everybody else completely lost patience. Dad asked out how we felt. I said that I felt weird. Amelia in my body on the other hand, bitched and complained nonstop just like she always has.
"You better cut that out, you're a 16 year old boy now, that behavior is now unacceptable!" Dad said.
The car ride home was completely silent. We pulled into the driveway and walked in.
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