Jon's alarm went off and he quickly whacked the top to silence it. He rolled back onto his stomach. Groaning as his boobs were pressed into his mattress, he stayed in that position for a minute before rolling back onto his back. He brought his hands up to gently massage his boobs to try to dispel the discomf...
Boobs!!
He jumped out of bed, still half under his blanket, tripped himself falling on his ass. Groaning in pain, he pulled himself up off the floor thankful for whatever padding had been underneath him that saved him from more pain.
Stumbling over to his floor-length mirror he suddenly stopped. Standing in the mirror in place of his normal body was one of the most unremarkably sexy girls he had ever seen. Her red hair that stopped just past her shoulders was still tousled giving a just woke-up look that somehow made her look even sexier. Green eyes looked back at him seductively above a cute nose that was sprinkled with freckles, and as he bit his lip in response so did the girl in the mirror, a tooth catching the bottom lip that made up what had to be the most kissable cupid bow lips he had ever seen in his life. Perfectly size to not look whorish but still large and slightly plump.
He looked further down and saw that she was completely naked. She had perfect tits. Slightly saggy but still very pert and perfectly sized. They had to be mid-C cups. He didn't know where he knew anything about breast sizes but somehow he knew. Continuing his inspection she had a nice hourglass shape that while still quite pronounced avoided being comical or inhuman. She had tight abs, the muscles slightly visible when she moved. This broadened out to nice wide childbearing hips that he knew would sway in a manner people would struggle to pull their eyes off.
He noticed while taking her all in he started to feel an unfamiliar warmth start to build down below, a need. He looked down to investigate but his vision was blocked by two boobs... His own boobs.
He was the girl in the mirror.
For some reason, this revelation wasn't that shocking for some reason. It actually felt right, as if an uncomfortable costume was just taken off after a late Halloween.
He looked around his room as if to see if anything else was going to change on him. He noticed a new desk with a mirror by the door to his room. He walked over to investigate and couldn't help but notice how much his previously mentioned hips and perfect ass swayed.
He had a vanity! He didn't remember having a vanity. It didn't have much makeup supplies, and he knew he'd never need any. Whatever look he wanted to pull off he would just pull off somehow. He wasn't sure how he knew this but he knew. Looking around again he noticed his wardrobe was bigger. Inspecting it, it seemed he didn't have one particular look. Inside were nerdy t-shirts that he was too small for, but, that, he knew would not conceal anything that he could display. Alongside it though, were baggy sweaters that would hide everything but once again he knew such a look was needed sometimes to get what he wanted...what he needed... But what did he need?? One thing that was a bit odd but for some reason made him feel happy and...sexy inside was the realization that he didn't own any regular underwear. It was all lingerie.
He wasn't able to continue his investigation because his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar yell. "Jen time to get up and start getting ready!" His mother yelled.
"I know mom I'm already getting ready!" He yelled back instinctually. Two things stuck out to him immediately. His mother called him Jen and his voice was incredibly sexy even though he was yelling somewhat hoarsely.
Seemed people remembered him being her he thought looking back at himself in the mirror. Whoever she is. Well he wasn't Jon anymore, he figured, might as well get used to being Jen she thought.
