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The sun shone through the window to signify the start of a new day. The birds sang "hello" to all the living creatures as they woke. Alfred stirred and felt the warmth of the sun on his face. Smiling he sat up and stretched his muscles.

That's when he realized that he didn't feel right. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his glasses. When he did, it felt like his chest was... jiggly. He put his glasses on and looked down. He gasped as he saw a pair of boobs where his chest was supposed to be.

He sat there shocked before moving one of his hands to poke one of the breasts. It was squishy. He played with them some more before it finally sank in his mind.

"What the hell?!" he yelled before covering his mouth.

His voice was higher pitched. It almost sounded feminine.

He then realized that something was missing. He almost didn't want to check, but he had to know. He slowly lifted his hand and reached into his underwear. He searched, but found nothing. Well, at least nothing he was looking for. It finally clicked in his mind that he was now a she.

This can't be real! I must be dreaming. That's it! I'm having one of those dreams where it seems so real that I can feel it.

She pinched herself to try and wake up, but all it did was make her arm red.

Ow! Why won't I wake up?!

Alfred jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. The whole time, her chest was shaking up and down and made her feel really uncomfortable. She went up to the mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was now down to her shoulders, and her face was different. It wasn't so different that you couldn't tell who she was, but at the same time, it didn't look like Alfred. Her eyes were slightly bigger, the same with her lips. Her jaw was less stern looking and more feminine. Her Adam's apple was gone as well as the mustache she was trying to grow.

She stood in shock at her new look before it started to be melted away by her anger. It was that damn scientist's fault. If he didn't shoot Alfred in the first place, none of this would have happened. Wait, scratch that. If Obama didn't assign Alfred to be a test subject, none of this would have happened.

She rushed to the jacket she wore yesterday and searched the pockets for the number Dr. Hamilton gave her. Once she found it, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the number. It rang a few times before he answered.

"Dr. Hamilton speaking."

"What the hell did you do to me you bastard?!" her voice shrieked with anger.

"Who is this?"

"It's me, Alfred!"

"I don't think I know anyone by that name."

Alfred groaned. She forgot that only the President and other countries knew what her human name was.

"America."

"America?"

"Yes! Your stupid machine turned me into a girl!"

The other line went silent for a moment before it exploded into laughter. Alfred frowned at this. Here she was, in the middle of a crisis and he was LAUGHING at her.

"This is no time to laugh!" she yelled when the laughing showed no signs of stopping.

"I- I'm sorry M-Mr. America .Or should I say Ms .America?!" he burst into more laughter.

"This isn't funny, dude!"

He laughed a little bit longer before he finally calmed down.

"Come over to the lab and we'll have a look at you." He said, back to his normal speech.

"Are you NUTS?! I'm not going out like this! You come over here!"

"Ms. America, the machinery necessary to check on you is over here. We can't really take all of it over there now can we?"

"Is there a portable version of the machines needed?"

"I'm afraid not."

Alfred groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. She really didn't anyone to see her like this, but if it was necessary to fix this problem she'd go for it… grudgingly.

"Fine! I'll be over, but make sure that no one sees us!" she said through gritted teeth. And with that she hung up on him.

She sighed and looked for something to wear. There wasn't really much to choose from since all of her clothes were men's clothes. Finally she chose a large white t-shirt and blue jeans. That's when she noticed her hips were wider, and caused her jeans to fit her awkwardly. She grabbed the jacket from yesterday and threw it on. She searched for her tennis shoes and put them on, only to find that they slid right off her feet. After trying to get them to stay without much success, she resolved to go barefooted.

She dashed to the car before anyone could see her and drove to the White House. She managed to get there within fifteen minutes.

She zipped up her jacket, trying her best to hide her newly developed breasts and slipped the hood over her head. She knew she must look like a hoodlum, but she couldn't afford anyone finding out. She stepped out of the car and rushed to the front doors. She kept her arms crossed to keep her chest from bouncing. Once she got up there, she was stopped by security.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked a tall security guard with a stare that would make weaker men run in fear.

"I'm here to see Dr. Hamilton." Alfred said, trying to make her voice sound deep.

"I.D. please."

Alfred reached into her pants pocket and grabbed her wallet. She then fished out her I.D. and handed it to the security officer who merely raised an eyebrow at her.

"If you are really Mr. America, then why are you here?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm here to see Dr. Hamilton."

"Really? You don't sound like America to me."

"Um. I have a cold."

"Why are you wearing that hood over your head?"

"I don't want it to get worse." Alfred cringed at her dumb excuse, but it was better than nothing.

"So if I take off your hood, I would see America's face, correct?"

Alfred started to panic. This was bad. She couldn't let the security guard see, but she was frozen in fear. Thankfully, luck seemed to be on her side.

"Mr. America, there you are!" Dr. Hamilton said as he stepped out of the White House's front doors.

"So this really is America?" the security guard asked genuinely puzzled.

"Yes, he is needed to help with an experiment we have going on in the lab." Hamilton explained quickly.

Well that wasn't a complete lie. After all, it was thanks to an experiment that she was now female.

"We've wasted enough time out here Mr. America. We need to get you to the lab." Hamilton rushed Alfred inside.

They walked in silence all the way to the experimental machine's room. Once inside, Alfred sighed in relief.

"That was way too close!" she remarked as she slid to the floor.

"All we have to do now, is wait for President Obama to show up and-"

"You told Obama?!" Alfred's rage from earlier stared to return with a vengeance.

Dr. Hamilton put his hands up in defense and said, "I was ordered to report any side effect of the machine directly to President Obama."

She couldn't believe this! In a matter of twenty four hours, the President had become her worst enemy. She choked down her anger and tried to think logically. It was surprisingly harder to think logical now that she was a woman. All she wanted to do was strangle Obama for starting this whole mess.

She sat in one of the chairs that were scattered in the room and tried to calm down. He was the President after all, she needed to show him respect no matter how much she hated him at the moment. She took deep breaths and focused on remaining calm. Hopefully this problem would be resolved today and she could go back to playing video games and watching football.

The door swung open and Obama walked. Alfred felt her anger rising but she suppressed it and gave him a friendly look.

"I cleared the lab so no one would see. Now what is this whole thing about?" Obama had an air of authority about him.

Alfred was trying to think of how to explain that she was female now when Dr. Hamilton walked up to the President and whispered something in his ear. Obama glanced over at Alfred and appeared to be studying her.

"America, take off your hood." He ordered.

Alfred obeyed and watched as the two men stared at her. Dr. Hamilton was the first to stop staring. He walked over to a table and grabbed his clipboard and started writing. Obama on the other hand, was now circling her in silence. This made Alfred feel very uncomfortable.

"When did you notice any changes, Ms. America?" Hamilton said after a few seconds.

"Um… well… I was acting weird last night."

"How so?" Obama asked as he stopped circling her.

"Instead of choosing to watch an action movie or whatever, I watched a chick flick. A CHICK-FLICK! I don't even like romance!"

"You mean you didn't like romance." Dr. Hamilton said, not even looking up from his clipboard.

"Excuse me?" Alfred was now confused. Even if she wasn't a guy anymore, surely her interest would stay the same… right?

"Well it's possible that you'll still like video games and action movies, but we can't really say until we get you checked out." Hamilton tucked the clipboard under his arm.

"If you will follow me Ms. America, I'd like to scan your DNA." He said walking to the door.

The next few hours were spent by jumping from one machine to the next. Alfred was poked and prodded so many times that it wasn't even funny. DNA tests, blood tests, molecule tests, urine tests, basically any test they could've done on Alfred, they did. By the end of the day, Alfred was sore, exhausted, and hungry. With the huge rush that morning and tests going on all day; Alfred never got the chance to eat something.

"We'll have to wait for your test results Ms. America." Dr. Hamilton said as he walked back in the new experiments' room.

"How long will that take?" Alfred asked.

Obama had to leave midday to go to a meeting with the governor of Michigan, so it was just Dr. Hamilton and Alfred.

"Well… how does a week sound?"

"What! You mean to tell me that I'm stuck like this for a WEEK?!" Alfred yelled in disbelief.

"It may be longer than that."

"This is just great! What kind of crack comedy is this?"

"I know you're upset about this, but I can't rush the test results. Look, just come back in a week and we'll figure out what to do then."

Alfred wanted to argue, but stopped herself. He did have a point. No matter how much Alfred wanted to return to her normal self, she couldn't rush it. She forced herself to calm down.

"Ok, you win." She grudgingly agreed.

"Thank you for understanding. Go home now and I'll call you as soon as the test results come in."

Alfred slid the hood back on and walked out the door. Obama had ordered all the security guards to leave her alone so she had no problem reaching her car. She was about to go home when her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten all day. She took a detour to McDonalds and ordered a Big Mac with large fries and a large Dr. Pepper. She inhaled the burger within minutes. At least she still ate like herself.

She got home and threw away the trash. She took off the jacket and walked to the bedroom. It had been a long day, and it looked like it was going to be a long week. She changed into her pajamas a climbed into bed. She'd worry about everything in the morning. She yawned and let her tired mined drift off to sleep.