Day 1 as a girl

Sorry if this seems a bit off or weird, even badly written, it's just that this is the first time for plenty of things for me.

First time writing a diary, first time telling things about my life, first time feeling obliged to write...

Though what truly matters here is that, well, this is also my first time being a girl.

I read somewhere that it would somehow morally help me out to write what's happening to me; I'm not that sure, but I'm gonna write this either way.

I'm not certain what happened yesterday, the few things I manage to remember is that a friend of mine was celebrating his birthday, and I had been invited.

My memory gets blurry about ten minutes after I had gotten there, but judging by the head-splitting headache and nausea I had when I woke up the next morning, I'm guessing I got seriously drunk.

Just as a side note, I'd like to say that I dislike alcohol, I barely drink a one beer at most, how I got drunk enough to not be able to feel anything weird the next morning is anybody's guess.

Either way, as I was saying, today I had woken up with a headache so powerful that the slightest change of light or the softest of sounds would make me wince in pain, so as you can guess, I wasn't really able to even form any coherent thought at the moment.

That's the main reason as to why I didn't notice anything until I looked at myself at the mirror.

My reflection was none other than that of a young woman.

The high pitched scream that left my soft lips was enough to split my eardrums, and hence brain, in two; and I'm pretty sure that my scream was heard throughout the whole city.

What came next was to be expected; the first thing were my parents, who had just gotten back from taking my brothers to school (yes, I do tend to wake up late on a Friday, I don't have classes), found me, and hence began the interrogation as to who the hell I was.

Obviously, not even I could believe what was going on, and in the mental state I was, it wasn't easy answering the tens of questions my father and mother asked me; either way within a full hour of interrogation, it was certain that I was either their son in a different body, or some stalker that had been watching them for years (which was unlikely considering how young I appeared to be).

Considering how my parents were so paranoid about being watched, the second choice was ruled out after an extra hour of questioning.

But once it was certain I was... well, myself; an awkward silence came.

Not me nor my parents knew how this had happened, even if it was possible of happening; I was still having trouble believing it myself.

We decided it was best I first changed so I could be taken to the hospital to see if there was anything *more* to my change than just the physical appearance.

I asked to be left alone as I went to take a shower, hoping it would relax me.

I was mistaken.

The wrongness of this whole thing was over the top, I was more than self conscious of every single sensation my new form felt; the odd giggle of certain parts of my body, the strangely placed weights all around, the new center of balance, the itch of my now longer hair scratching my back, the lightness of the body, the shortness of my form...

And that's just what I had discovered on my way to the bathroom.

When I had taken the baggiest clothes I had and my towel, I locked the door of the bathroom, and took a good long look at myself in the mirror.

I hadn't had the chance to take notice of just how different my new body was, so I believed that was the best moment.

For starters was my face; my dark brown eyes had been replaced by light green ones, the little acne that I had left had vanished entirely, and the skin that had replaced it was incredibly smooth and soft, my paleness now had more of a tan, my nose was way smaller, and perky at that, my lips were somewhat... let's just leave it at *a pinch above average*, and my face overall was cute with a hint of beauty, not gorgeous, but just... pretty.

My hair, which before was black and long enough to reach my nose if I didn't comb it, now was a light brown and long enough to go halfway down my back.

It was somewhat hard to guess just by the face, but I figured this body was around its late teens, maybe twenty at most.

Either way, I felt a hint of fear as I stared at myself again in the mirror, not one of my features resembled those of the members of my family, as if I were now a total stranger.

This somewhat gave me a hint about my new self, it wasn't a *female* version of myself, but rather someone entirely new, maybe even random.

Still, I chose to continue the inspection of my body.

Like the metaphor of taking a plunge into the cold water, I swallowed hard and went for the extreme; taking off all my clothes, I stood entirely naked in front of the mirror.

After the initial blush and shyness that overwhelmed me, I had the chance to look at my new reflection.

Man, I still wish there wasn't a mirror in the way.

My skin was very smooth, and it seemed the tan I had was due to exposure to the sun, as I had the tan lines of someone who had wore a bikini to the beach; which also made me feel somewhat weird, since it's been cloud, rain or snow for the past couple months, it hadn't really begun to be *sunny* until a couple days ago.

But my doubts were pushed aside as I peeked at those parts of the body any male would want to peek at.

Since I'm not gonna go ahead and describe every curve of that image that's now been burned into my eyes, I'll put it in really simple terms.

I wasn't a bombshell, but it was still... let's just put it in sexy.

My... boobs (just writing these words make me feel wrong in so many ways) were... well, are, not on the generous side, I'd say a bit above B cup, firm, round, soft and not too bouncy; though what disturbed me was *the other part*.

Not only was my but somewhat round, cushy and soft, but the lack of *equipment* was something I couldn't get used to, and the strange hollowness within me was all together strange and somehow arousing.

That arousing thought gave me a tingle, and my line of thoughts had been suddenly replaced by rather... naughty ones.

I wont go into details, but I'll just say I jumped into the bathtub and took a shower with the coldest water I could use; which luckily snapped me out of that line of thoughts before I could do anything else.

As you might have figured, showering was an ordeal on its own; the mere thought of touching myself was enough of making me have to turn the water to freezing cold again, and the sensation of running water through my skin also made me realize just how different this new body was.

And washing my hair proved to be almost as hard as the rest of my body, as long as it was, it took me quite some time and shampoo to finally have it clean.

By the time I had finished, I was disturbed at an all new level, yet I somehow felt a bit more used to this body.

When I finished, I was about to put my clothes on, when I realized something else about my body when I looked at myself in the mirror.

There were scars.

I took a closer look, and I saw a conglomeration of small scars on my back, the largest one was about a third of a foot long, they were on the back of my shoulders and somewhere around above the hips, I hadn't seen anything like it, I'd guess they were burns or some sort of lacerations, but I wasn't sure; and touching them made me somehow feel a chill, as if I had touched something haunted or cursed.

Shaking the weird sensation off, I had also taken notice my body was somewhat... fit.

I can't describe it too well, but just by glancing myself over again (ignoring the... ahem! female parts), despite it being thin, shorter and even seemingly fragile in some parts, I could tell it was a body of someone who did exercise on a regular basis.

Not that I want to brag, but I've been doing several martial arts for almost ten years now; I'm very sure I'm not even a hundredth of a Jackie Chan, but during that time, I've met plenty of people who trained a lot, and this body somehow made me remember those people a bit.

Well, going back to the story, my mother had snapped me out of it as she knocked at the door, offering any help I could need.

I kindly refused and dressed up as fast as I could so we could go to the hospital.

Much to my dismay, my shoes were now too large for me (as a note, I'd like to point out I've been called big-foot plenty of times), and I had to use one of the spare ones from my younger brother.

My parents took me to the hospital in total silence, seemingly, all three of us were having our problems believing any of this was really true.

As to be expected, when we got to the hospital, the woman behind the entrance counter almost laughed at our faces when we told them about my... predicament.

We insisted, and my father somehow managed to convince one of the doctors to make me go through a full check-up.

Five extremely awkward, disturbing and frightening hours latter, I was set free and told the results would be in by Monday.

I'll take the secret as to what happened in that frame of time to the grave, but let's just say that, among others, I was sent to a gynecologist.

I was taken back to my house, and I went straight to my bed while I avoided talking to my parents.

I locked the door, curled up on my sheets, and began to cry.

Yes, I began to cry.

Even though I had written so many stories about this happening to others, despite the fact that I had imagined things like this happening thousands of times, despite it all, I felt horrified.

Scared of the thought my life as I knew it was over, scared of how strange and alien this body felt, scared of how my life from now on would be.

But above all, I was scared of not knowing.

I didn't know how this happened, nor why, nor when; I didn't know whether I'd wake up tomorrow and everything would be back to normal; I didn't know how long this would last, if it was permanent or temporal; I didn't know if my mind would change as well, if by tomorrow no one would even realize I had changed at all.

Nothing was familiar, everything was strange, alien, weird, unknown.

I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up around two hours latter with an urge to go to the bathroom; which resulted in the second most awkward and embarrassing situation since the shower.

I don't want to be too specific, but wiping myself dry felt all too weird.

Though as I came out, I realized my two younger brothers (Frank and Maria) had come back from school.

Having not eaten a thing since I had woken up, I went straight to the kitchen, where I found the rest of the family gathered, seemingly talking about me and my situation.

Then started a very awkward conversation.

First was my turn to convince my two younger brothers that I was really the same one they had known all their lives, which was simple enough once I brought out all the blackmail material I had in store for some other occasion.

After my identity was proven, the conversation went towards the next most important thing; how had this even happened?

I did not know, and neither did my brothers not parents; being some who usually comes up with several case-scenario, I brought up several things that varied from magic to sci-fi; but even when taking into consideration that these were possible, no one had experienced nor said anything that could have triggered the change.

Which meant there was someone or something else involved.

My mother asked me what I had been doing the night before, and I chose to answer a created story about the party at my friends house; I know I shouldn't have lied, however, I realized something important.

I felt that the only clue to whatever had changed me laid in what had happened last night.

And most importantly, if they knew how drunk I had been, they'd most likely kill me.

At least, that's what I hope.

Then came the question I had been fearing the most *what now?*.

I'm going at the university at the moment, and I've got exams and projects I've gotta hand over or else risk having to repeat grade; which is not a very tempting situation.

I proposed to wait and see for the time being, if by Monday I didn't have anything solved, I'd make my choice then.

I hope I can find something out about what's going on before Monday.

Still, we ate and I went straight back to my room; I've been writing this ever since.

It's getting a bit late, so I'll stop here, tomorrow I'll write some more.