David glanced at the television, then to his desk and sighed. As much as he wanted to play, he really should study for his science test if he wanted to pass that class at all. He had figured that if he passed this test he could at least get a C in the class. Besides, he couldn't get what Sarah had said about being careful what he choose to do out of his head. She was probably right that if he wasn't careful he would regret wasting so much time. Assuming Sarah even existed, that was.
He moved his book bag to the floor, and plopped down on the chair, glancing once more at the television and his waiting video game before turning to the textbook that was open on his desk.
He absentmindedly flipped to the chapter he was supposed to be studying, wishing that he didn't have to work so hard at this so he could spend more time doing playing games. It wasn't that he was stupid, more that he didn't want to make the effort to apply himself when there were so many more interesting things to do. He had always been jealous of his friend Sam in that regard. Sam was so dedicated and seemed to have his life all in order. Most the time David thought that Sam actually enjoyed learning more than doing things others would define as fun. Though that was probably the secret to Sam's success. After a few moments, David shook his head as he tried to stay focused on what he was supposed to be doing.
The book was heavy and thick with the word 'Chemistry' in big silver letters on the front, but it was now turned to the chapter titled 'Molecules: A Team Building Exercise'. There was a picture of an artists interpretation of a molecule made up of different colored atoms under the heading, with bold text beneath that summarized the contents of the chapter.
David clutched his stomach, gritting his teeth slightly as he glanced at the clock. He'd been studying for almost an hour, and he felt he had made good progress despite his gut starting to cramp up. He shut the book with a thud, before placing it in his bookbag. He felt fairly confident that he'd do well on the test the next day, assuming he felt well enough to take it.
As he carefully stood up, he almost doubled over as his gut cramped up again on him. His vision seemed to blur momentarily, and he felt himself getting lightheaded. His room seemed to swim before his eyes, as the temperature in the room seemed to plummet causing him to shiver.
He put a hand on his desk to steady himself, trying not to hurl right there. He felt himself breaking into a sweat, despite feeling rather cold. He hoped he wasn't getting sick now that he was actually feeling good about the test. There was no way that his teacher would let him take the test later if he missed it. She was too strict to allow something like that, especially for a 'C' student like him. That would be his luck though that he would get sick now.
Gingerly, he crept across his room, and flopped onto his bed as everything seemed to spin again. His lamp cast long shadows across the room that seemed to move on their own accord as everything twisted and turned around him. Soon strange shapes began to materialize around him, dancing in strange patterns across the walls and ceiling.
He blinked, not even trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He just kept staring at the ceiling, hypnotized by the world around him that was constantly in flux. He wondered idly if he was dying, but it was so hard to keep his mind focused that even that didn't seem to concern him.
The sound of footsteps came from the direction of his door, which was now standing open as a figure approached the side of his bed.
He turned his head, trying to bring the figure into focus. He was having such a hard time since his head now felt like it was filled with cotton, and his neck made of lead. Eventually, he was able to focus on the figure beside him, hardly registering how strange it was.
A girl in her late teens was standing beside his bed, though it was hard to make out her specific features as they kept seeming to change before his very eyes. She smiled down at him, and placed a hand on the side of his head, as a warmth began spreading through him.
His vision began to fade as a feeling of peace came over him, and for a brief moment his room stilled and everything was right again. He found himself smiling back at the girl despite not knowing who she was. At the same time though, it felt as if he did know her. He couldn't place it, but there was something about her that seemed very familiar to him. He found his eyelids growing heavy, as he drifted into a restful sleep with the girl keeping watch over him.
The sound of an alarm echoed through the room, coming from every direction.
David covered his ears, wincing at the noise. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of the sound that was drilling into his head. It seemed to be moving, or gathering in just one place as it became more manageable to him. Finally, it occurred to him what it was as he took a breath to calm himself.
His hand hit the button on the top of the alarm clock, feeling cool to the touch as the sound finally stopped. He opened his eyes, taking in his dimly lit room around him. His lamp was still on and casting a yellowish light over his room as the sound of rain pounded on the window. Everything seemed to be exactly how he had left it.
He bolted upright, taking in his room again as he remembered the nigh before. Where was the girl he'd seen? And who was she? How had she gotten into his room? He flopped back on his bed as he tried to figure out what had happened to him. Honestly he thought he was going to die, he had felt so miserable. Then that girl had come in and everything had gotten better. He sighed as he got to his feet. He didn't have time to try to figure it out right now. He had to get ready for school.
He walked across his bedroom, opening the door to the hallway. There was a sliver of light coming from under his sister's door, and he could hear someone down in the kitchen as he stepped into the open door of the bathroom. He closed it behind him, casting the room into darkness momentarily until he turned on the light.
He smiled knowing that he had managed to get in before his sister. She always took so long that he hardly had time to get his stuff done if he didn't get in before her. She always said it was because she was a girl and that he wouldn't understand, but he was pretty sure that wasn't the full story. He turned the shower on, and began undressing.
First his shirt came off, revealing his average torso. He wasn't muscular by any means, but he also didn't really have any fat. Like everything he was fairly average. However, something seemed off, but he couldn't seem to quite place it until he removed his bottoms.
He covered his mouth, trying not to scream. Where was it? His hands darted towards his groin feeling for what wasn't there. His heart raced as his hands felt a slit like two lips that hadn't been there before. He collapsed onto the toilet staring in disbelief at something that shouldn't be possible.
Where his penis had once been was now a small vagina. It was nestled nicely between his legs, right where he knew it should be. Except that it shouldn't be there. He was a man! A man! Except he didn't have a penis anymore. So did that mean that he was... a girl?
His hand went deeper into the folds, and he shivered at the sensation that emanated from his loins.
His heart sank, as his head began spinning. He was definitely a girl. He had no idea how it had happened, but he was a girl. He tried to calm his ragged breathing, as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that he was no longer a boy. He closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up and looked in the mirror.
Other than the fact that he was missing his junk, everything about him seemed exactly the same. Although, maybe his nipples did look a little darker, but other than that he looked exactly like a boy. He kept rubbing his hand over his new asset, trying to get used to the feel.
Sighing, he tore his vision away from the mirror, and stepped into the shower feeling the warm water washing over his body. The sound of the water was soothing as he cleaned himself off. He was especially careful around his new vagina as he was still trying to get used to the feel. Though he had always been curious about what it would feel like to have an orgasm as a girl.
He shook his head. What was he thinking? Sure he had masturbated as a boy, but he shouldn't be enjoying this. After all, maybe he could reverse it somehow. Though if he did find a way to reverse it, then he'd lose the chance to experience it forever. Besides it was on his body. He sat down under the water, his hand continually brushing his pussy as he found himself growing more and more aroused.
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