You feel that she might have a kind of sense, that something is wrong, but you play the game and tell her that everything is all right.
She seems to buy it. Dad it with the neighbors and will show up later, so you head back to your room:
You close your blinds and window, and you strip down out of your clothes. You head over to the mirror on the back of your bedroom door and you see that you very attractive as a girl. Just then, you felt a moist feeling coming from in between your legs.
"Huh?" you said as you felt that wetness grow.
You reach down and touch your newly formed pussy, and you moan with delight as you felt a shiver a pleasure course through your body. Do you continue to explore your pussy or do you want to explore your breasts?
You quickly retract your hand, balling your fists and closing your eyes tightly, like you just snapped out of an illusion. "I'm a guy" you tell yourself, but the draft that you feel between your legs seems to contradict you. You open your eyes, frowning at your reflection. "I'm a guy!" you scold the girl in front of you, half expecting her to move out of the way and let your old reflection back. But she only frowned back at you, mocking you with her feminine voice and attractive curves. You can still feel the tingling sensation between your legs, from when you touched the moist folds. Your legs, now pressing against the tight opening, do nothing to lessen the sensation.
You let your fists down, slightly defeated by your reflection. You reach out your hand touching the mirror. First the soft features, noting that they were not very different from your real face. Your arms were thinner, and there was no hair growing on them. You used your free hand to feel the skin. It was soft to the touch. Moving your eyes down, you focus on your newly grown breasts.
As a boy, you were quite turned on by breasts, but strangely, seeing your own did not trigger the arousal you would normally get from seeing pictures of naked boobs in your private magazines. You poked one of them with your finger marveling at the softness. It was strange, handling such a pretty set without getting a hard on. Maybe it was better, since you could pay more attention to them.
You gently cupped each one. At this point they were kind of overflowing your petite hands, but you were sure that they would fit perfectly into your old hands. This thought seemed to help a little with your lack of arousal, as you felt the moisture between your legs increase. You smiled a little, realizing that your sexual preference had not shifted completely.
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