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You start to see a shimmering effect. You look into a mirror and see your face change, and gradually become younger ... but with a difference. You notice that there is no five-o-clock shadow or the grainy texture of your skin. Also, you notice that your eyes have changed to a lovely purple, and you feel your hair grow below your shoulders. You then notice something happening to your chest, and you notice that you are now the proud owner of a set of breasts in a lovely silky maroon suede V-neck blouse. As you look down farther, you see your hips and thighs expanding. Also, you feel your private parts being sucked up into your body. You also notice that the blue jeans that you had on are not there any more ... instead there is a 19-inch black velour miniskirt and coffee-bean pantyhose, and your tennis shoes have become three and a half inch high heels. "Holy shit," you whisper, your voice sounding very different from what you’re used to. You walk over to the mirror and Look. You are a girl. No two ways about it. Then you undress. You think: you’re a really hot chick! Not a bad looking girl, either. You look to be a young Thirteen. You have purple eyes and red curly hair and a nice Face. You place a hand on one of your breasts and ran it between them and down onto what you guessed was now officially your vagina. Little tingles went through your body as you touch yourself. "Oh, my god," You whisper. "It wasn't just a dream." You go and take a shower and then pondered what to wear. You want to go to the mall and buy yourself some Girl clothes, but first you had to figure out what to put on to get there. Finally a smart idea occurred to you and you go to your own room. Standing there naked and looking through your clothes. Feeling rather naughty about the idea that you’re the first girl to be naked in your bedroom. You eventually picked out a nice, loose, white t-shirt, a Pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. You then add a Pair of white socks and white tennis shoes. You look good. Not great, but good. No bra, of course. You figure this was good enough, and head out. Quickly you realize you have a problem. You didn't have a Driver’s license as a thirteen-year-old girl. Sighing a Little you head to a nearby bus stop. There would be a bus to the mall in a few minutes. Excellent. While you sat there, you look around at the world, seeing a Couple boys go by on their bikes. They checked you out as they passed. You checked them out, secure in the Knowledge that you could probably get them to fuck you without any real effort. Wonderful. The bus came and you go to the mall. You used an ATM card you find in your own jeans! Like magic! And pulled out three hundred bucks, which you used to buy yourself all sorts of girl clothes. You were also aware of the eyes of many boys and men on you as you wander. It was wonderful and you ponder the idea of just taking a Boy and going to a dark corner and having him fuck you, But no. Shopping done, you head home, mind whirling with all the possibilities for what the next ten days might hold.
Written by bobby
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