James wrote out "I am a girl."
For a instant James convulsed, and when it stopped he was a she.
The first thing she noticed was her room wasn't drastically changed just the wall color and an additional vanity added. She made her way over to the closet door mirror and examined herself. She was disappointed with how plain she was, her breast where an A or B cup, she wasn't curvy, her butt was small, face plain and hair not short enough or long enough to be sexy, on top of that she wore an oversized t shirt and flannel pajama pants.
"This won't do" James said walking over to the desk with the fountain pen on it.
Already female James wrote down that she will be an eye catcher and was shocked and amazed how fast and how great this wish was fulfilled: She looked at her reflection, at the beautiful girl reflected back from the mirror. She raced to her bedroom window, and looked out to the garden. It added to her questions, clearly it was still the same house, in the same part of town. Hell, even the car in the driveway was the same. Still stunned, her fingers trembled, but she withdrew her head back into the room. The wide open window was having an unsettling effect on her body. The breeze was chill, and James felt herself stiffen? tighten?... she wasn't sure how to describe it. But she was suddenly more aware of her breasts, especially the broad nips capping them.
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