Trevor finished reworking his hair. He had decided to pull it back into a ponytail, making sure to use his favorite pink scrunchie. Wait a minute, he thought. My favorite scrunchie? I don't use scrunchies. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing a young, vital, and attractive blond-haired teenage girl looking back at him. That was him, right? That's what he looked like. So why did it feel wrong? He shook his head, trying to bury all of these weird feelings. He had to get going. He had a party to get to. A party with a lot of hot guys. Guys that wanted nothing more than to take people just like Trevor to their bed and ...
Stop! Trevor suddenly yelled in his head. There's something really strange going on here. Why would I want to have sex with a guy? What's wrong with me?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, forcing Trevor to break out of his thoughts.
"Honey, are you almost done?" It was Davis.
Trevor opened the door and smiled at the man. "Yeah, Daddy." He then left the bathroom and with it, his last thoughts as himself. As he walked downstairs, his breasts reached their full size of a C-cup, his age finally stopped at 16 years old, and his now-tiny penis was finally sucked up into his body and reformed into a healthy girl's vagina.
And when this new girl reached the front door of the house, she turned towards the man standing beside her and hugged him. "You're totally cool, you know that, Daddy?"
"I try my best, Tracy," he said to his daughter, smiling. "Now come on. You have a party to get to."
