Sarah awoke, as usual, to the horrible feeping sound made by her alarm clock. The progressively louder, slightly distorted tones were somewhere between "nails on a chalkboard" and "nightmare fuel" to her, but she kept the clock because it never failed to get her fully and completely awake; after all, an image like hers required a lot of crafting before she could head off to school, so it was vitally important that she was up on time. But that didn't make it any less intolerable. Five years of waking up to this clock hadn't made it less intolerable. She rolled over and reached out her hand to slam the off button.
Her hand hit the mattress instead. She inched closer to the edge of the bed and tried again, but still only hit bedsheets. Bleary-eyed, she vaulted to a sitting position and leaned over towards the clock. Again, no luck. Wondering by now what was going on, Sarah opened her eyes fully and looked around at her surroundings.
Things were big. Her bed had to be...she didn't even know how long. Wait, that couldn't be right. But then...had she shrunk? No, that couldn't be right, either; that only happened to people if they changed, and she had gotten over that years ago, without changing at all! She looked around again, wondering what in the world had happened, but something seemed...off...
Her breasts, that was it. She was looking somewhat downwards, so her breasts ought to be in the periphery of her vision, but they weren't. She gasped - maybe she had changed! Now it was more than the loud feeping of the clock that was making her panic. She wondered how this could be possible, but was more concerned with exactly what had happened to her. Sarah yanked the now-enormous comforter up so she could see, and let out a scream.
Sarah was naked, having shrunk so that she was actually sitting sinside the collar of her pajama top. Her breasts were gone, leaving her chest completely flat. Her entire body was stockier and less curvy than it had been, and she could just make out the crystalline structures of pixie wings at the edge of her field of view, but all that paled in comparison to the last change: in place of her old female genitalia were a penis and scrotum. Sarah McMillan was now a GUY.
He continued screaming in a now-deeper voice, accompanied by that awful clock, as his mother came rushing into the room. As she shut off the clock, Sarah collapsed back onto the bed and burst into tears. His mother regarded him with pity. "Oh, my," she said, reaching out a hand to her tiny daughter-turned-son. "I thought you'd been exposed years ago, but I guess not. Look, Sarah, I know you're pretty worked-up right now, and that's normal, but remember, this'll most likely be over in a week, and then you won't have to worry about it any more."
"A week?" Sarah moaned. "I can't be like this for a week! I can't even show my face at school like this!"
"Nonsense," his mother replied. "You're not going to miss a week of classes just because of something a lot of other kids have to deal with. Come on, let's find you some clothes."
