Shit. He had to figure something out, and soon, he thought. Had to get out of the bathroom though, no room to manuever. If he could at least get back to his bedroom without his mother seeing him, he could hide out for a while until he sorted this out. He put his hand on the door knob and turned the knob as quietly as he could. As he poked his head around the door frame, he could hear his mother moving about in the kitchen, and he made a break for it, moving as quickly as he could on his tiptoes. As soon as he was safely through the door, he closed and locked it behind him.
Whew!
Casting a sideways glance at the mirror attached to his chest of drawers, he surprised himself by noticing how attractive he suddenly felt. He strolled over to more closely examine his features. Not bad, he thought, I might even date myself. That drew a bemused smile from his now more full and feminine lips. As he pondered what steps he would take next, he realized how thirsty he was. Normally, he would have downed a swallow of water from the disposable paper cups his mother kept by the sink in the bathroom, but he had obviously had more pressing matters to consider at the time. Fortunately, he had left a nearly full glass on his nightstand before falling asleep last night. He lifted the cup and felt the cool water quenching his parched throat.
He momentarily felt a little ill and instinctively sat down on the bed. His newly sensitive nipples began to tingle and he felt a warmth in his midsection, almost like the feeling he had gotten before when pleasuring his male self. He slid his fingers up under his shirt and began to fondle the hardening buds beneath. His breathing became heavy and ragged, was he actually going to cum? Then without warning, everything went to black as he passed out, flopping heavily onto the mattress.
Once again, he came awake only to hear a knocking on his door.
"Johny, Johny, honey, open this door," his mother was insisting.
"Oh ... okay coming," he grunted, still not fully focused. Jesus, what was going on this morning. He still didn't feel right, but he felt better now, better than before when he was a ...... SHIT! He froze just as his hand touched the doorknob. A GIRL! He spun around toward the window, with fear rising in him. What should he do, should he try to escape, or should he just face his mother now? Well, he thought, what was the worst that could happen? He again turned toward the door, slowly opening it for his mother.
He expected her to faint dead-away, or at least shriek and run away, but she did neither. "Johny, honey, are you okay," she asked. "You sounded awfully strange in the bathroom and now you look like you just woke up."
"I...uh, well, I haven't been feeling to well this morning."
HIS VOICE! That was it, his voice was back. He looked down at himself. EVERYTHING ... everything was back. He was his old self again. What was going on he asked himself? Had he dreamed it all? No, that was impossible. His mother had said he was in the bathroom, and he knew that had been real. This was too weird. One minute he was a girl, he took a drink of water and passed out, next thing he knew, he was back to being a guy.
His mother's voice brought him out of his reflection. "I think you need to go back to bed and rest for a while," she insisted.
"Yeah," Johny muttered. "Yeah, I think you might be right." He crawled back in bed as his mother withdrew, closing the door behind her.
He lay on his back staring at the ceiling. Water - that had to be the key. At first he thought that it was the lake water that had caused his transformation, but the water on his nightstand was plain tap water. He pushed himself into a sitting position. Did just drinking water change him? If so, how come it had never happened before. He reluctantly took another sip of his water and waited. Nothing. No tingling, no warmth, no ... well, you know. Hmm, so it wasn't just water. He lay back down and tried to figure it out. What was different, what didn't fit? He was pretty sure that the water at the lake had done something to change his appearance, and possibly his genetic makeup, but the effects seemed to be temporary. But, why hadn't he changed yesterday, why overnight? He was fine all up until the time he fell asleep, then when he woke up, BAM, he's a girl. And he stays a girl until he gets thirsty and takes a drink ..... Could that be it? It had to be! As long as he had enough water in him and he was properly hydrated he remained a male, but if he didn't drink enough or became dehydrated, he would change into a girl.
Well then, he would just have to make it his business to make sure he always drank enough. But...then again, there COULD be certain advantages to being a girl at times, he thought mischeviously. After all, he was a teenaged guy, and he naturally wondered what girls talked about when no boys were around. Now he might be able to find out. Plus, this might be a good opportunity to do what any normal hormonally charged teenaged boy dreamed of doing, being present in a girl's dressing room as they all changed clothes. Wow!
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