Joanna.
That was the first thought James had when he woke. It echoed in his mind before he opened his eyes or could comprehend what consciousness was.
He hesitantly opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by the sunlight streaming through his blinds. After the initial shock, James blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the light but his vision was still blurred. He fumbled on his nightstand for his glasses. When he finally found them they felt lighter but he paid that no attention to that tiny detail.
Finally able to see, he checked the time on his phone: 10:14am. He groaned, not noticing his lighter sounding voice. While it wasn’t too late and his first and only class on Thursdays wasn’t until 1:30pm, he still hadn’t intended to sleep so late. It was gonna mess up his sleep schedule for sure.
He groggily stood and wobbled for a moment, not quite feeling right. A chill ran down his spine and he shivered. It was rather chilly and, like usual, James had slept in only his boxers. However, when he shivered James felt an alien sensation. A, well, a jiggling sensation. One that he felt on his chest. Looking down, James was met with a sight that left him speechless.
Jutting proudly from “his” chest was a perky pair of bare breasts. James stared in shock, mouth agape. Slowly he raised his hand and cupped the breasts. His breasts. Holding them in his hands it was clear that they were real, or at least real enough. They filled his now smaller hands, seeming far larger than they were, and were both soft and firm, like the best ones were. He bounced them gently, lightly squeezed them, and even poked at the nipples standing erect in the cold room, all eliciting a warm budding arousal.
Forcing his hands away, James gingerly walked over to his closet where a body length mirror hung. In the reflection he saw girl, a pretty girl, who looked familiar but not too familiar. She looked like James, like she could be his sister or cousin or female clone. But wasn’t his sister or his cousin or his clone, she was him.
It was most apparent around the eyes and nose. James had already had rather long lashes and “his” new reflection’s lashes were a little longer. Her eyes were a little more angular than his but they were the same bright green. The girls nose was smaller but it still had that same sharp angle and slight upturn his did. Like James, she had freckles though hers were more numerous than his. She also had the same skin tone, a dark tan fitting his pacific lineage, and the same slender and fit but not defined build.
That was about where the similarities ended though.
The girl in the mirror looked…softer than James. Her skin was clear and smooth and was so soft to the touch. Her hair was softer too; silky smooth, her hair was both longer and thicker than James’s. It wasn’t super long, as it only went a little past her chin, but compared to James’s close cropped hair it was more hair than he’d ever had. It was a fluffy bob of curls that bounced when she moved her head. It was also lighter colored, such a light tan-ish brown that it was almost a straw blond, a stark contrast to James’s almost black hair.
Her face was certainly more feminine, more delicate looking. Defined cheekbones stood out giving her a sharp model-like look that almost seemed to clash with the cuter rounded features like her nose, eyes, and ears. Her lips were full and plump, looking quite kissable. Even her teeth were straighter and whiter than James’s!
Drifting his attention downwards, James took in the girl’s body with a morbid curiosity. She was shorter than he was judging by the scale of the room though he couldn’t tell by how much. She was rather slim and slender with narrow shoulders and even more narrow waist and matching flat tummy. Her arms were thin and lightly muscled, ending in small delicate hands. In the mirror her breasts looked more modest in size but looking down at the real ones on James’s chest they seemed much larger. Looking lower, her hips flared out more than one would expect with her narrow waist and lead into slim but healthy looking thighs and long legs ending in petite feet.
James gingerly reached down, guiding his movements with how the woman in the mirror mimicked him, and gently slid his boxers down reveling what he was expecting but dreading: she was in fact a girl.
When this realization was met it set off a chain of similar realizations. James had breasts. The woman in the mirror moved with him. He could feel his body when she poked and prodded and caressed hers. James was now a girl. He was now a she.
Joanna.
The word echoed in James’s mind once more. This time, though, James understood. It was her name. The girl in the mirror, James, was Joanna.
With that final, powerful realization, Joanna screamed.
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