An alarm could be heard going off in Jay Duncan's room. He let it buzz for a minute before he rolled over and turned it off. He picked up his glasses off his bedside table and put them on.
Peering at the clock, he checked the time. 5:30 AM, the same time he awoke every morning. He didn't need to get up that early, of course. He had until 8:00 AM to get to school, but he liked to use the extra time in the morning to study, check the various websites and forums he frequented, and whatever else he may feel like doing. He also liked being completely awake for his classes.
And, while getting up so early meant that he would be tired earlier than most of his peers, he really didn't care. He wouldn't be out partying or anything like that. He had far better things to do with his time.
He stood up from his bed and took a deep breath, and then paused. He did it again, and then looked around the darkened room in confusion. It was faint, but there was as odd scent to his room that he hadn't noticed the prior night.
It smelled slightly like perfume, as ridiculous as that seemed to him. The only girl he really associated with was Kyla Leeson, one of the few geeky girls at school and she was far from the perfume wearing type.
Mom must have come in here and sprayed some new cleaning spray. he thought. Despite my protests.
He crossed his room, walking over to his desk, and turned on his computer. He was quite proud of his PC, which he had built himself. It had taken him some time to gather the money he needed to get all the parts, but it was worth it. The machine was able to handle all the newest games, with no lag whatsoever.
Once the computer was booted up, Jay signed on and checked his emails and a few sights. At about 6:05, he turned the computer off and headed to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day.
As he entered the bathroom, he glanced into the mirror and stopped dead at what he saw. Reflected back at him was a girl. She looked amazingly like him, the face was softer, definitely feminine, but also definitely his. The girls hair was slightly longer than his, hanging just above her shoulders. The color was exactly the same as his.
He stared at the reflection for a few minutes, before he finally looked down at himself. He pulled his shirt up over his head, and gasped at what he saw.
Breasts, very small, so much so that he hadn't even felt them as he walked around, but definitely there now that he was looking at himself with no shirt on. He also noticed that, while he had been a bit over weight last night, he looked to be more average now, though he wasn't sure if he should even be happy about that, considering everything else he was dealing with.
Finally, gulping, he slowly reached down and pulled down his pajama pants and underwear. Had he not logically assumed what he was going to see there, he may very well have fainted dead away. Instead of the sight that usually greeted him when he was naked, he was definitely beholding the body of a young woman.
He went back to staring into the mirror, trying to decide the best way to process what it was he was seeing. He reached up and pinched himself on the cheek, wincing in pain as he did.
"Guess it's not a dream..." he said, then gasped as he noted that his voice was higher and, loathe as he was to admit it, girlier.
He spent another few minutes just staring into the mirror, until finally someone knocked at the door. He turned toward the door and was about to say something when he realized, with his changed voice, whoever it was would ask questions.
After a few seconds, the person knocked again, and spoke...
