I found some birthday cards among my presents, and it was from the neighbour lady, Ms. Switch, some old friendly lady, who was kind of a grandma to me.
So I decided to visit her in the evening:
Ms. Switch, who lived in the house next to us for many years, was a well respected lady at all people how ever had contact with her.
She never bothered a soul, and was never bothered.
She was very pretty, and few believed her when she spoke of her age. Well, I happened to at her house, I heard calls for help from the long drive. I raced down to see what was wrong and found Ms. Switch being attacked by a man wearing all black, including a black ski mask!
Before I could even think, I was jumping into action. "Get off her, you creep!"
The man seemed startled, and paused long enough for me to get a good right hook in. The man stumbled back, and Ms. Switch acted, tripping the man with her cane before striking him unconscious with it. I was impressed.
Ms. Switch offered me a kind smile. "Thank you for your help, Andrew.
This man thought I would be easy prey. I wish to reward you; have you earned yourself a girlfriend yet?"
I blushed at that, though I tried to hide it. "I'm happy I could help, Ms. Switch, and I am flattered;
but I'm just to shy to ask anyone..."
Ms. Switch laughed; it was a melodious giggle. "I know of a girl who has the very same issue when it comes to finding that certain someone."
I smiled, thinking Ms. switch was trying to set me up on a date, perhaps with a granddaughter I had not yet met. "Who is she?"
Ms. Switch smiled. "You, my dear child... "
Before I could respond, I heard my alarm clock go off. Feeling groggy, I assumed it was a dream, and turned off the alarm before sitting up. "What a strange dream... "
I shuffled into my bathroom suite, where I turned on the shower water before turning to get some clothes for the day. As I did, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and froze, my mouth half open. Standing in my place was a beautiful teenage girl with long black hair, ocean blue eyes and a fit build, wearing a pink bra
For a moment, I just stood there, gazing at my reflection, before my mind caught up and a startled scream echoed from my throat! Seconds after, I heard hurried footfalls, and my bedroom door was thrust open by my mother:
“What’s wrong, Andrea, darling?” my mom asked me.
Wait a moment; she addressed me as Andrea, which is the girl’s version of my name. Oh shit, somehow, I turned into a female version of myself overnight…
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