Angela pulled off her sundress, revealing a petite but well-shaped body dressed in a modest black bikini. Jon tried not to stare at Angela's body, but it wasn't easy. Regardless of how everyone else saw him, he was still very much a boy in his head... and apparently, on some level anyway, he was a boy in body, too.
"Come on," Angela said as she sat down on the towel. "There's plenty of room for you." She patted the space next to her on the large towel she'd laid down.
Jon began to sit next to Angela, but he found it immeasurably awkward. After all, he'd never worn a dress before, especially not one as short as the flowery number he now had on. He wasn't sure how girls were supposed to sit on the ground in a dress.
Before he could find an appropriate position, a girl in a yellow bikini gave him an odd look, saying, "Aren't you going to take off your dress, Jules?"
"Yeah," said another, "you're not going to get much sun that way."
Jon looked down at himself and realized the girls were expecting him to strip down to his bikini. Jon blushed furiously and hesitated for a moment, then pulled the dress off over his head and slipped out of the flip-flops he'd put on, leaving Jon wearing nothing but a skimpy pink bikini.
"I know things are weird for you right now, Jordan," said Angela. John rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her, but he bit his tongue. "And I'm sorry if you aren't comfortable coming out into the world again," Angela went on. "It's time, though... and it's my job to give you a little push." She placed a hand on Jon's smooth-shaved thigh and smiled sadly at him. "We care about you Jordan. We're just worried."
"Mike's being such a jerk anyway," the girl in the yellow bikini broke in. "He won't even LOOK at you anymore. It's like he's ashamed he ever went out with you. A guy like that doesn't deserve your time."
"I know you said you don't want to talk about what happened between the two of you, Jordan," Angela said, "but if you ever do feel like talking about it, you know I'm here for you."
"Thanks," Jon muttered.
Jon felt profoundly exposed. Here he was, sitting on a blanket in the grass in the middle of a busy college campus, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini. Everyone was treating him exactly as they would treat a girl, but he still felt like a boy wearing girl's clothing. He WAS a boy wearing girl's clothing, for that matter, if the bits he had tucked away in his bikini bottom counted for anything. And as though that weren't uncomfortable enough a feeling, he could see that he wasn't going unnoticed by the male populace of this college... a number of boys looked Jon's way as they walked by. And they weren't looking at him in confusion or disgust, like he half-expected; they were staring at Jon with lust in their eyes.
Jon absently fingered the red leather purse Angela had handed him as she had pushed him out of their dorm room... then a thought struck him and he picked it up. Fingering through the contents of the purse, he found a small compact and took it out. Angela had been so eager to get Jon outside that he hadn't had a chance to get a good look at his reflection. Jon wasn't sure what he'd expected to see in the compact mirror, but what he saw startled him. The face reflected back at him wasn't Jon's face. Or, rather, it was... but it wasn't.
The... person--Jon wasn't sure whether to call it a boy or a girl--the person who looked back at Jon looked hauntingly familiar, though he had never seen it before. The face wasn't entirely different from the face Jon had seen in his mirror every previous day of his life. Jon could see clear traces of his old face in these new features. His new reflection had the same eyes, the same light freckles on the cheeks. The nose was the same shape, if noticeably more petite. If Jon had been forced to guess, he might have guessed this person was his long-lost older sister. That was where the similarities ended, though. Jon's face was strikingly feminine, but too feminine to be a boy's face. The features were soft, the cheeks were full, the chin was gentle, the lips were full and gorgeous. And the hair... instead of Jon's poorly-combed boy's cut, his brown hair was now thick, shiny, beatuiful, and LONG, tumbling over his shoulders in gentle feminine waves. There was no way in the world that Jon, or anyone else in the world, could have guessed that such a face belonged to a boy.
As for his body, Jon didn't need a mirror; all he had to do was look down. Jon had always been a lanky boy, but now he would have described his body as... slender, perhaps, or... svelte. Jon wasn't sure exactly what svelte meant, but it seemed to suit him now. He was tall for a girl--taller, he judged, than any of the girls who were lying next to him. His body was by no means masculine, though. His legs were long, his waist was narrow, his shoulders were graceful, and his hips, though fairly narrow for a woman's hips, were a little too wipe to belong to a boy, especially taken in the context of his otherwise thin body. From the quick look he'd gotten while he'd been undressed, Jon's breasts--breasts!--were small, but again, they were certainly too large for a boy. With the extra padding in his bikini, Jon guessed they were just a tiny bit smaller than average for a girl of his figure. And Jon's gentials--he had to admit it--were embarassingly small. Like vestigial organs that barely testified that his body belonged--or had once belonged--to a boy.
Reaching further into his purse, Jon found a small wallet containing a stack of plastic cards. The card on top was a student ID for Rosebury College, with a picture of the face Jon had seen in the mirror. The card was for a Julie Jordan, freshman. Jon nodded; that cleared up some confusion he'd had about his name.
The next card was a driver's license, again showing off his new face. This one had his full name. He was now Julie Anne Jordan. There were some more details that interested Jon. The card said that he was female, and it showed his birthdate as two years earlier than it had previously been, though his birthday was the same. So he was nineteen now. And his height... according to the card, he was 5'7", instead of his former 5'10". He had lost three inches. That confirmed something that Jon had been expecting... the wish had changed his body slightly to make it more reasonable for people to accept him as a woman. That would explain the changes to his face and body structure, which surpassed what Jon would have thought possible for medical science alone.
Jon continued to look through the cards. Jon felt incredibly clumsy trying to sift through the cards with his new longer fingernails, but he began to get a handle on it. Credit cards, debit card, Safeway card, AAA card, insurance card, all for Julie Jordan... and at the very back of the stack, Jon found a card that surprised himb. It was a social security card... for Jonathan Marcus Madison. His own name, his birth name. It stood out like neon in the stack of Julie's cards... but it made certain things suddenly very clear.
Jon was beginning to understand his new life. The wish had turned him into a... what was the word? A crossdresser? A transsexual? Jon had never had to think much about it before. Whatever the term, it appeared that Jon had been born in this reality as Jon Madison, with a male body, albeit two years earlier and in a more feminine body than he'd had in his former reality. At some point, though, this Jon had come to realize that he... she?... was unhappy being a boy, and so had begun living as a girl. This reality's Jon had taken on the name Julie Jordan, and had gone away to college. And, it seemed, everyone in this reality accepted Julie as a normal biological woman. Why wouldn't they? Seeing his new face and body, with its curves and beauty, its gorgeous hair and smooth skin, even he had a hard time believing that he was anything but a girl, and a rather attractive girl at that.
Jon had wished for people to treat him as a young woman so that he might better understand women. As it turned out, the life Jon was going to experience would be much different than what he had expected...
