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You're frightened. It was strange enough being transformed into a completely different species and gender, but now you're beginning to think like a girl as well! Memories of Internet fictions you've read come flooding back. Sure, the whole turn-into-a-girl-and-become-a-bimbo thing was just a silly cliche, but what if it were to actually happen? How much of myself am I going to lose?, you wonder. Possibility after possibility floods your mind, each one getting you more tense, until you drop onto the bed in a dead faint.
You wake up the next morning, feeling terribly hungry. Rushing into the kitchen, you open the fridge. Your parents have left some thawed hamburger in it, presumably for you to grill. You pull the plate out and stick it into the microwave. In a couple minutes, the meat is evenly warmed to about 98 degrees. You sit down at the table and dig in. After you've eaten your fill, you put the plate back in the fridge. Then, you realize that you not only just ate raw meat, but that you also warmed it to roughly body temperature before eating it. And somehow the realization, while it surprises you, is not at all disturbing. My tastes seem to have changed, you think. Another mental change. How many will there be?
Standing there in the kitchen, you realize that you are still naked. Again, you don't find it disturbing, but you decide to get dressed, in case your dad gets back a day early. You make your way back up to your room. Thankfully, though you still don't feel turned on by the sight of your new body in the mirror, your tastes in clothing haven't become particularily feminine. You pull out a pair of light blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a pair of underwear. On a whim, you run over to your parents' room and grab one of your mother's bras. You feel mildly disturbed that this doesn't feel wrong.
Your first problem comes when you try to put on the underwear. Although it fits, the elastic kinks your tail upwards in a very painful manner. Dang, you think, I didn't account for that. After a little thought, however, a solution presents itself. You put the underwear on backwards, slipping your tail through the fly, which you won't be needing for a while. Theoretically, you think, I could put the pants on backwards too, but that would just look too stupid. You grab a sharp knife from the kitchen and cut a roughly circular hole in the seat of the pants, about the same diameter as your spine. It'll do for now, you decide, but I should get Mom to sew it up so it won't fray, when she gets back. You slip on the pants, threading your tail through the hole. It works pretty well. The bra is a bit more difficult, but you manage to get it figured out. It's a fairly loose fit, but you leave it on anyways. It feels really strange, but for some reason you're not disturbed in the least by the fact that you're wearing one. Finally, you slip on the shirt, and you're fully dressed. Assessing your work in the mirror, you feel pleased. Thankfully, the mental changes haven't made you an appearance-obsessed ditz, but you do seem to derive a satisfaction from being well-dressed that you never had before. Now that you've finished, you realize something.
You're not afraid anymore.
Sure, everything still seems surreal, and you're definitely not adjusted to the idea of being female, but the worst seems to be over. Your mental changes seem to be complete, and none of the disaster scenarios that you pictured last night came to pass. Your mind is still as sharp as ever, and though you seem to be thinking a bit more femininely, you're still, for the most part, you. You're not romance-obsessed, you still have a deep-seated love for videogames, you still enjoy good grunge music, and so on with all the little details of your personality. There's no point in fighting this thing right now, you realize. For now, all that you can really do is live with it, at least until your parents get back. Well, you think, what now? Your dad won't be home until at least tomorrow, and you're stuck in the house until then.
Written by mrhappyface
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