I was not expecting any of this to happen. I was not expecting to live like this!

Expecting what? Live like what!? I wasn't expecting to live like freaking girl! Literally That's what! I'm internally screaming, my hormones are raging, I have no idea what I'm doing....

Hang on, let me backtrack a bit. That way, you'll know what I'm talking about. And the confusion will die down a bit.

I'll start from the beginning. When I was still an innocent looking young man who would occasionally cross dress for fun.

Hey, don't look at me sideways! I wasn't the only one doing it at my school, so there!

Two days ago...

"Chris Raymond Allen Pecker! Sit up this instant young man!"

That was the unmistakable voice of my English teacher, Miss Dean. Everyone else in my senior class calls her "General Bitch" behind her back (for obvious reasons).

You could assume that people hate her, right? One of the reasons why would be due her reputation for calling people out by their full names.

But you don't want to know about her, right? You want to know about me.

You know, about the way I look and all of that good mess. Right? No? I thought not.

So before I, um, "blossomed" into what I am now, there was nothing special going on about me in the looks department. I was this lanky guy who somewhat took care of his sort of tawny skin and shoulder-length hazel brownish hair.

I mean, I try my best not to let my hair get too greasy. But I SWORE on my dead mother's grave that I would never cut my hair. I'll be like the guy version of Rapunzel in no time if you mess around with me!

But uh, being kind of lanky makes my body neither masculine, nor feminine. So I go for a gender neutral look to brink out what I assume is the best in me. Most of the time. Oh and, I wear these Clark Kent styled horn rimmed glasses that kind of make my eyes pop. And yet keep on mind, I don't stick out like a sore thumb.... until I stumble into something or someone. Which happens a lot, might I add. Sorry, I'm 16. And my growth spurt didn't happen until after I was a 7th grader.

Enough about me though, you'll learn more later on. Le's focus on what I really want to tell you. You know, how I became different.

Remember General Bitch? She is the epitome of boring with a capital "B." I mean, come on, anybody reading this should have at least had that ONE teacher you fell asleep on. And then it's this ONE time you do it, compared to repeated offenders (such as wannabe class clowns), that gets you into a ludicrous amount of unnecessary trouble!

Let me state something else, I hate Mondays. And therefore, Mondays hate me! Keeping that in mind, when labor day weekend comes around, I get a little jittery to say the least. You see, on any normal labor day, you sleep in. Because, to hell with school!!! Now me being my silly little self, I thought that this Monday I am talking about was labor day. So number 1, I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning. Number 2, I fell asleep until 15 minutes before school starts! And 3, that is like 4 and a half hours of sleep.

So, I don't know what planet you live on. But for me, on planet Earth, it is absolutely necessary that I get at least 12 hours of sleep! No less, but a little more than that would be nice!

Oh I get it, blah blah blah science stuff, normal teens my age get 7 to 8 hours of sleep and be just peachy. Yeah, and "NORMAL" teens are also always up at the crack of dawn when the rooster COCK A DOODLE DOO's it's hello to a rising burning hell that tells teens all around the world that it is time to head back to prison, sweet prison just because they want to. Not because they have no choice but to or anything. Because life is all sunshine and monkeys riding winged unicorns that fart rainbows.

....If that's the case then does that mean I, and the majority of the  world's teenage population, am not normal? or did I just get the statistics wrong???

 I don't fricking know! Science isn't my strong suit and neither is research!!! All  I really know for sure is when I finally got jerked out of my blissful sleep by my annoyed, but beautiful and understanding step-mother (more on her later), I was nowhere near a good mood.

Droopy eyed, mad at the world, and half-assed dressed I somehow dragged my lanky ass to school and into class just seconds before the late bell rang. First period, not homeroom. Fricking English class and a boring and petty-assed bitch at the front of a classroom that smelled so heavily of various cleaning products that chloroform itself would have a run for is money. Combine this with the fact that a nauseatingly merciless heat keeps making its rounds around the classroom because General Bitch wants everyone to have a heatstroke. An I quote, she always says: "It wouldn't be so hot in here if you would only shut your mouths every now and then. I swear, you little kids these days have no respect for your elders."

Thank you General Bitch for putting yourself on everyone's hit list.  If you go missing, no one will miss you.

But still, after everything I just said, You can guess where this is going, right? The math adds up, I fell asleep. Or, well, more like unconsciously passed out for a couple of seconds. My God, that was the best two seconds in my life! Aside from the fact that I face slammed into a desk, that is.

Now we're at the beginning of this chapter. Where a slumped over me catches the tail end of a "-sit up this instance young man! Christopher!!!"  How long had she been calling my name! Five seconds? Ten minutes? However long she spoke, it felt like an eternity passed by before I could finally respond to her with a blank gaze, and a long yawn as I finally sat up to sync in my surroundings like some old MacBook coming out of sleep mode.

Refocusing my gaze on who, what, when and where, I came face-to-face with a small slip of pink paper covered in neatly scribbled calligraphy. It was an office referral so close to my face that I was almost making out with it like a lovely kiss up under a Christmas mistletoe.

Someone out there reading this now is going to be like "But seriously, why all of those details. Aren't they pointless filler words?"  Well, to that special someone who wants to ruin everyone else's day, Let me say this.. my details stand as highly accurate and completely necessary! Especially since from where I was sitting I could smell the ink that had not quite dried on this little bit of pink paper.

Dazed, but otherwise aware at this point, I could not do much as I was rather roughly dragged out of my desk and outside into the school hallway. "Come back when you've received some attitude adjustment." General bitch said. And with that, the door was aggressively slammed behind me. I felt a draft and could have sworn that if that woman had slammed the door harder, she would have caused the school's fire alarm systems to go off.

Notice how I never once mentioned what I or General Bitch was wearing? I did that intentionally because I'm wearing school uniform: plaid tie, white dress shirt, gray pants, and some beaten up leather shoes I got from a yard sale. As for General Bitch, she always sports the most hideous dresses you cold ever lay eyes on. It was like she walked into rundown thrift store and realized she just hit the lottery in poor fashion choices for cheap.

But enough ranting about her, on to the plain office, a place where hell breaks loose and the principal decides your fate like a judge. I didn't go inside there, just looked at it then made a beeline toward my only sanctuary out of everywhere else in the entire school, My guidance counselor's office. My pal, my chum, the beautiful blonde fresh out of college with big breasts and an even bigger brain that would baffle Einstein if he were still alive today.

Yes, I'm a pervert, okay? But not the stalker-ish creepy one. Just the "low-key, I think I'd totally fall in love with your tits right now if I didn't have any self control or shame" type of pervert. Oh wait, did I just contradict myself for whatever reason? Hahaha...

I like giving out nicknames in secret to people I have a crush on, so let's say I call this little lady "Rosie." I gave her this name because there was never a day that I met with her that she wouldn't smell of coffee and roses. Oh, and I found out she still loves to "play dress-up" after she convinced me to start cross-dressing as a way of getting in touch with a different side of me.

Hey look, between you readers and me, I'm not that bad on applying make up to myself. I combined that with my willpower to actually slide into a dress and put a wig on. That was when I first discovered how shocked Rosie looked when I rocked a feminine look well. Her blush stuck to her cheeks, becoming rosy red like she was somebody's favorite toy doll.

She was beautiful, and every young man's wildest dreams (plus some extra fantasies only few find acceptable). So out of the weirdness and into the dark part of this cloud of bliss.

As my guidance counselor on weekdays and sometimes Saturday schools, Rosie is a very terrifying punisher. She follows under this "Three Strikes" system and literally blackmails you with your darkest secrets if you come to her because you got in trouble for various reasons.

But how many strikes have I had? At this point, this is my fifth. So naturally, I will have to owe her something...

I knocked on her office's door lightly. "Oh, Chrissy! Come, come in! And close the door behind you." came that oh-so-sweet voice of Rosie's. Gulp, if you catch my drift.

Having no choice, I followed Rosie's orders exactly. This then leads me to take a seat in a plush chair sitting directly in front of a knick-knack covered desk.  Rosie's platinum blonde hair gleamed and glowed with her cherry red sun dress because her colors of choice have always been red and gold.

She stuck a red fingernails covered hand out and beckoned for the note. I passed it to her quickly, in fear of having to move quickly or else I could anger her. That was something I did not plan on doing.

As she skimmed over the note with one hand, with the other she tapped away on a laptop that sat next to her. I couldn't help but  stare at her nice rack because it captivated me and she was looking away.

She finally stops tapping, I looked away before she could spot me looking where I clearly should not have been. "Soooo..." I trailed off cautiously. Because if I spoke a little too quietly, I could end up with a nice pair of breasts in my face. I didn't want that to happen, because then I would pass out a happy, drooling idiot on the spot.

A sudden humming noise almost startled me, I turned my attention toward a clearly outdated printer  coming to life  slowly but surely. The large object took up its own little corner on the far right of where I sat. That meant that I could then watch as Rosie's petite figure made it  way toward the old printer, then make her way back to her comfy little desk.

I eyed her nervously, what did she plan on doing with me then in that devious little mind of hers? "Chrissy." she said. My heart jumped a bit, I could feel my chest seizing up. What? What was it??

Rosie hands me the paper she just printed off. "It's time to go home, honey."

Huh? What?

There was something about what Rosie said that suddenly made me blink twice. Why was her voice shaking? What was happening?

I blinked again, Rosie was gone from her office. I could feel my body, it was heavy and stiff. Almost as if I had been sitting in that plush chair for hours on end, asleep.

Instinctively, I sat up and stretched my aching body. 'What just happened??,' I thought.

Indeed, what did happen? Nothing that I should have been aware of, really. As far as what I was gathering, no time has passed. But I knew better than to assume that. Maybe I passed out when I lease expected to? probably so...

A bell rang, this was one was long and loud. It was the final bell to notify the entire school day had ended.  my mind would have been blown right then and there if I wasn't still so tired.

Tired? Tired from what? I didn't do anything all day. Or, at least I thought so.

"Chris, don't question this. Just go," I said to myself. Because why not, I walked away from my confusion. I hoped to never come across it again, ever.

Homeward bound I went. Back toward my house, back into my room past whatever coochie-coo mess was going on with my father and step-mother. I plopped into my bed, not even bothering to take anything off. Sleep welcomed me quickly, too quickly. But oh well, hell. Sleep was sleep! And I wanted all of it!

Later that Night...

So, this is the part of the story where I give you a brief rundown of a damn vivid dream I had.

It started with me waking up on the ground of a soft forest floor. That was a lot of moss, and a strange place to sleep on. It had the same feeling as that of a soft bed.

So anyway, I sat up then stood up. My, I was lost. the forest I stood in was huge, but I just started to walk for the sake of walking. Also, I was barefoot, because why not? Clearly I didn't mind, because a dream is a dream ultimately. But this forest was weird, it felt infinite. And of course, magical.

"Magical, isn't it? The witch's sacred forest." whispered someone in my ear.

Because I'm like anybody else who hates bugs in their ears, I jumped a few feet back and slammed myself into a nearby tree. The voice giggles, then says "Oops, sorry I guess. Hi, I'm Dawn. It's so nice to finally meet you Chris."

 This voice had a beautiful face and feminine body. "Dawn hmm? How do you know my name?" I asked. Out of anything else I could have said or done, I did not freak out. Sweet. dawn giggles again. her voice speaks to me in an almost hypnotic way. "Silly boy. I know everything about you. I am you."

No thoughts could translated to words at this point, I was at a loss of words. What I didn't notice at first was how strange this female's eyes looked. They were bright azure, like she was possessed or something. I started to get creeped out instantly. "Don't be afraid." She smiled at me, my mind was attacked with warm, happy thoughts and I visibly relaxed. "So you say that you're me. How?" I asked. I was unsure if she was even going to give me a straight answer.

"Long story, we don't have time." Dawn said back. Without warning, she stalked closer to me. I couldn't move, my body wouldn't let me! "Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered while trying to look away. But I couldn't look away! My eyes looked with hers as she came closer and closer.

I blinked and we were both staring at each other eye-to-eye. Up very close and personal. "Hold still." She said, like I had a choice or something.

I finally noticed something else before Dawn grabbed me, she looked almost like a ghost, but translucent at first glance. Then it dawned on me a little so lately what the hell this meant. I was about to be possessed, or at least that is what I assumed was happening then and there. Another thought dawned on me a half second later, "Awe hell, this is going to hurt."

I basically gave myself a warning in that sense, but nothing could prepare me for the very real pain I was feeling. I couldn't breathe, I watched Dawn's body fade into mine. I began to shake violently, this strange trickling feeling edged its way up from my toes, through my crotch, past my chest and up into my head.

I thought my head was literally bursting into flames, I felt my nose break and reshape itself. And do you know that feeling you get when you strain vital muscles? That was what I felt all over my body. To add genuine fear, every few seconds I can hear my bones popping and cracking about. So much pain was going on in different places! It's hard to explain that grinding feeling you get when  you can't move a muscle but try to do so anyway and instantly regret your decision!

Naturally, up under all of this stress, I passed out. Which was kind of weird, having to have been dreaming and all, right?

The Following Morning

Now, here I am at this point. Day one of being a girl and doing what girls do. I sat up out of bed with a start, gasping for air. Nothing has changed, I wasn't in the forest. I was all a dream...

Groaning, I pushed myself out of bed. While, you know, not noticing anything yet. To the bathroom, batman music thingy,

Not looking at the mirror yet, I started my morning routine.

I'm sorry, is the suspense killing you? Wait! Every moment like this has a dramatic reveal!

So in my morning routine, a nice little bit of hair gets in my face. Nothing unusual. Brushing  my teeth, I do the rinse and spit routine. Then I reach for my towel then look of to clean my face off. Someone else that shouldn't be is staring back at me. It took me a few seconds for me to register what the heck I was looking at.... Then a few more seconds.

*le gasp* I backed into a wall, covering my mouth before I could scream. I was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at that point.

"Who? Who is that?" I said pointing at myself in the mirror. That wasn't my face. but it was mine! Glimmering Russet Brown skin, sky blue eyes, and.... breasts.

My eyes moved down to my chest. Two healthy breasts stared at me. I stared at them back. For, um, "experimental" purposes, I had to touch them. To see if they were real!

Pokes.. prodding, a little shaking... yeah they're sensitive. And very real feeling...

bffbffbfbff..... But what if I'm a transgender? I had only one way to find out

"Uhh, umm." I hesitated for a  second. I couldn't tell at first glance...

One finger test, I decided. I took the pointer finger of my left hand and moved down into my underwear that certainly didn't feel like any men's boxers I have ever worn.... deeper down the finger went... a bit deeper... until I didn't like what I was feeling!

Screaming at myself I yanked my finger away so quick that the panic attack came quickly. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!" You know, that kind of stuff... That wasn't a penis I felt, if you hadn't already guessed that by now.

I was shaking my hands like I touched something disgusting. "W-wait.. how do I pee?" I  asked to nobody but myself. Hyperventilating, I did a lot of that...

"Okay okay, breathe. Be cool.. be cool." I breathed in and out through my mouth like I had an oxygen mas on my face. Even though my heart was racing a mile a minute, I managed to calm down a bit.

"I.. I still have school, don't I? Y-yeah, school." If could pass out, I would have done so willingly. But I already knew that this wasn't a dream........

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Hi there, Chris here! That was chapter 1, a-and I hope you enjoyed this... new experience.

W-why am I ssss-stuttering? It.. happens when I get nervous. Escpecially since I don't like my new voice and the-the next part is of me trying to be a girl.... T_T please.. help me. A-And if y-you want more chapters please vote and c-comment below... OH GOD I DON'T WANT TO GO THROUGH MY PERIOD YET. PADS!?? THE TAMPON GOES WHERE!?? T_T T_T T_T ..... s-see you in chapter 2 right? You will be there with chocolate right??? R I G H T ?