Oh god...I awaken with a terrible headache. I don't know what is going on, until I look down and see something that kinda sexually arouses me but at the same time has me worried. I laugh as I see this, and I notice that my body is a female's body instead of a male's. I see that I am wearing the same clothing, I am wearing my white sneakers with laces tied, my blue jeans, my orange t-shirt except now I can see the shape of boobs through them. I am not sure who I am anymore. I know that I used to be Steve Smith, and I think I still have that identity, but I know that now I am a female. I can't see myself, so I decide to get up and look into a mirror. I am in my bedroom, and everything else looks the same, my bedroom with its windows, the sunlight shining through them, my bed is made as if no one has slept or sat in it for ages, the carpeted floors look clean and the same, and my computer is still on my desk. My desk is full of homework and papers for school, and my chemistry textbook is lying on the desk open with lots of formulas and work done. I smile as I think of schoolwork and chemistry, it's my favorite subject and I'm a nerd. I used to be a male nerd but I guess I don't have a dick anymore. I look away from all this and decide that I need to find out what the hell happened to me since I can't even remember what happened yesterday. The weird thing is I can still remember the main points of my life like who I was before this happened, and my family and friends. I know that I need answers, and I know that the first step to finding this out is to see what I look like and interrogate the people around me to see what is going on and if they know anything or not. Without any more distractions, I go inside my bathroom and look into the mirror.

Whoa. I am amazed when I see my face. My face looks beautiful, it is so beautiful that I don't know how to describe it. I'll try my best though. I have long wavy brown hair, my hair is the same color as it was when I was a male except it is longer and more beautiful. My eyes are still black, and I see that I don't have glasses anymore, and my face looks more mature and the face of a woman instead of a teenage girl. I have no idea what the heck happened to me, but so far I am liking it. Before I can react, I hear a voice calling me, and I almost stop breathing. It's my mother, Francine who is calling me. "Steve, are you in there? Are you okay?" I'm not sure how she will react once she sees me, and I don't know what to do or how to react. I know that she will be worried if I don't answer, so I decide to say something.

"Mom, I'm in here, and I'm fine!" I hear my voice as I speak, and I notice that it is high pitched and more feminine than it used to be. It was definitely a soft female voice rather than a high pitched voice of a male who hasn't hit puberty yet. As I wait for her answer, I look down at my chest and see the boobs. I smile and gently put my hands on them.

"Steve, is that you? I want you to open this door right now!" I bite my lip, and decide. I can't stay in the bathroom forever, but I need to find answers and hopefully mom would know something about what happened to me. With my heart pounding, I slowly open the door and walk out of the bathroom.