You know, I still wish that this was all some elaborate dream. I mean, like seriously one hell of an elaborate dream. Because when almost EVERYTHING you know about your hygiene changes quicker than you can kick yourself where the sun doesn't sign, shiz gets real. Waking up for a new day, I instantly realized that the previous day wasn't a dream after all. My chest was in pain because of my sleeping habits that did not mix with my new body at all. Seriously, crushing your breasts is not a good feeling. I was sore for quite some time. So I decided to shower the aches away, mind you I didn't know how to properly clean myself yet. Ah, new experiences are so grand.

So, I can't say that I "hated" my new body per-say. It felt weird, yes. But then, something dawned on me. Something unimaginably perverted that I felt all tingly on the inside. I'll finally be able to be called beautiful, maybe even date someone and then eventually have sex! 'Yes! I won't die a virgin now!'  That was  good news to me, for about five minutes. I also though to myself: 'wait, won't losing my virginity hurt?'  EWWW, GROSS BLOOD AND OTHER GRAPHIC STUFF! And then there was the risk of me getting pregnant... EEEEEWWW GROSS, EVEN MORE BLOOD AND GRAPHIC STUFF!!! NOPE, NOPE, NOPE!!! Okay, so that was a never mind for then.

Let's move on to a more pressing matter. It's kind of weird, really. I knew I had to go to school, but I just didn't want to at the same time. Why, you may ask? A new girl nobody has ever seen before shows up to a high school campus claiming she is a student there. She has no proof that she attends that school, only proof of a young man her age going there instead. What did you think was going to happen, hmm? Common sense exists for good reason, but then I began to think about my mother. My mother almost always leaves earlier in the morning than me, meaning I have the privilege and the honor of having a whole house to myself! But, what would she think of me if she saw me like... what I am? Would she even recognized me, her only child now gender changed??

Worry washed over me, I forced myself into a pair of boxers and other boys' clothing after I finished showering. The material was uncomfortable and itchy, but it had to do for the time being. I made clothing that I shouldn't have been wearing work, kind of. It looked like I would have to go to school dressed a tomboy. But I was missing something, what was I going to do with my hair? That long mess on my head that I couldn't fix right away? Mmm, I used a Schrunchie. A nice ponytail helps until I could get ,my hands on hair care products somehow.

So, this was it. I was ready for school, ready for what I was about to face. There was no turning back, I couldn't run away! Grabbing my backpack, I left my room. I continued to walk until I reached the front door. Keys in hand I unlocked it, and opened it up to the outside world. No turning back, right. Whatever would happen would just happen, I thought. I needed a miracle on my side. Whatever forces there were, I hoped they were on my side.

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Hi again. Short chapter, yes I know. But what if I wanted to ask you a question? Should there shorter chapters, or should I continue with long chapters like the first one?

I-I'm asking so you won't be bored, you know? A-anyway, I think I like Chrisa(??) D-don't ask why. You'll find out what I mean soon. So... see yah in chapter 3 (yay).