Michael woke up with a start. His heart pumped but... not out of fear... it was exhilaration. Like he had just won a race. Memories from sleep started to fill him into the waking world. That was... quite a freaky dream. His panting made him draw attention to a slight wobble on his chest.. He moved and felt something jiggle underneath the covers as he did so. There was something on his ears too, covering them... his hair? Looking down he saw a lot of strange silver hair on the covers that were.. attached to his head? Did someone put a wig on him?
"Wh what the hell was " His voice- it was different too! Michael leaped out of bed, almost tripping over a discarded shirt and rushed to a mirror. Her eyes widened and her hands ran down her new body, squeezing and pinching to confirm what her eyes couldn't possibly believe. "I I'm "
It was surprising how 'little' she freaked out. The look was.. certainly interesting. Her hair was long enough, that it brushed against her new breasts a little. They were a very perky C-cup size, though that was perhaps her best estimate given she had never had to worry about such things. Her skin was smooth and as she removed the bangs of hair from her face she could see sharp, crystal clear blue eyes. She still looked to be the right age but.. besides that, there was nothing left of her old self. Not even a birthmark.
This... This couldn't be happening. The only real explanation was that somehow, that beer from yesterday had had... Some adverse reaction...Then she heard a scream.
"Michael!" a girl's voice rang from Tim's room... The changed woman leaped out of the covers.
"Oh boy... Tim?! H.. Hold on, I'm coming!"
In his- well- 'her- room, Tim was hyper ventilating. She stared at the wardrobe mirror, as it fogged up with her breath as she stared at the alien body.
Tim's new body was short. She guessed it was about five feet tall or so. Items on shelves that once were within easy reach felt so far out of her grasp. She had lost an entire foot of height! She had interesting though- almost unnatural red hair, as it spilled down the sides of her face running mid way down her back with slight curls to it. She had a rather girlish face.. innocent, with wide green eyes. Gasping in each breath in quick succession she ran her hand through her new hair trying to make it go away. Her clothes were so loose... they barely fit now. Her sense of balance was completely thrown off, as she felt the bumps and curves of her new parts...
"Mike! you got to get in here! I- who are you!" she shouted at the 'intruder', who stood a whole half foot tall bigger then she was now. "Where's Mike- what did you do to Mike and me!" she stared at the silvery haired woman who seemed... just as confused as she was- and then her T-shirt slipped a bit more, exposing more of her chest, which she managed to guess had to be about B-cup in size, filling her shorter statue admirably. She pulled it up quickly. "Oh Freakin' hell what is this!"
Rapidly, dots start to connect in Michael's head. First... He had somehow turned into a woman overnight- or was in some hallucination that he couldn't wake up from. Second, there was another woman here (Or possibly some teenager), who seemed to know him, despite him never seeing her before. Third... She was wearing Tim's clothing... it was pretty obvious to her what had happened... That girl was Tim!
Now... why did she find this so exciting?
It would have been very difficult to believe, if not for the fact that she herself had changed in such a strange way. She felt quite.. calm all things considered. Still it was best to get her fellow changed under control. "I'm... It's me. I'm... Michael..." she said carefully. "calm down..."
The short girl's wide green eyes stared up at the woman. "M-Michael?" So... he.. he turned into a girl too?! Actually.. looking at her clothes that was certainly believable. 'Michael's' boxers were stretched quite a bit by her wide hips. She was certainly looking more on the.. mature side compared to Tim. She had larger breasts for one, and the curves of her body well- she had a quick look at the side of Tim's mirror and could even see her butt was sticking out in obviously feminine postures. She really needed some better fitting clothes. Her boxers were strained on her hips, and her top was pressing onto her breasts looking distinctly uncomfortable.
Tim took a few more short breathes, feeling writhing disgust at the weight on her chest. "Ah- Get them off me!" she wailed. But they.. they were attached to her. Not only that.. everything had changed. Even down.. there. It made her cringe as she realised how 'gone' it was, replaced by.. by.. now she was angry."Who did this- how did this- How could this have happened!" The girl was pacing back and forth just.. as if moving would some how wake her up from this absolutely bizarre dream. Her red hair swayed a little to each sudden shake of her head- of which she was doing quite a lot of.
Michael growled, as a flash of irritation shot through her expression at the bombardment of questions from Tim. As if she had any of the answers! But then she closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down again using her 'work-face' mask. She crossed her arms over her chest- wincing at the feeling as she squished her breasts a little. She shook her head."Look, I don't know! But panicking is NOT going to help right now! We need to stay calm. This has to be reversible."
Tim groaned at the outburst. This body.. with... boobs! And... well... Michael's words seemed to calm her down a bit. She looked up to the taller woman. It was quite strange to have such a lower perspective now, given they had been mostly a similar size before. She sneaked another glance at her own body in the mirror. It was a -very- pretty face indeed.. even if the hair colour was a bit strange. It was soft- too soft, as she placed her hands over it and pushed most of it over her shoulders. She looked... cute.
Urgh! "Calm... right.. I'm.. calm..." Tim tried to think. But what could they do? She usually had a plan for most eventualities but there was nothing in her book about 'waking up as a girl'. "We- We should call for help," said Tim as he reached over to the phone- only to have the phone ring before she could call anyone. She glanced at Michael... feeling suddenly like a stranger in her own house. Her voice was different, nobody who lived here was... actually here right now. Carefully and tentatively she picked up the phone. "Uh.. Hello?"
"Hello," said the voice. "This is Mr Wilkinson, we wanted to talk to Michael Ashgrove regarding his application?"
Tim's eyed widened. Crap! He glanced to the other 'woman.'. ". "Uh.. someone.. wants to speak to Michael regarding.. the job..." she mumbled. Great Michael had to get the job and lose his body at the same time?!
For a moment Mike froze. This... This was meant to be her big break. Her chance to get back into work, and get her life back to where it was meant to be. Now... She looked down at herself, then slowly closed her eyes. When her voice came out again, it was strained. Her fists clenched as she fought down the surge of emotion. "Well. You better tell them the truth then. There's no 'Michael' here right now! Just..." And with that, she started to laugh a tinge of hysteria entering her tone. "Just- Michelle!"
Tim looked at the phone not really sure how to handle this. "Uh.. look there's a.. good reason Mike can't come to the phone," she explained. She didn't want her friend to lose out on a potential job. Darn it she was no good at telling the 'truth' in a way that worked out. So she just blurted it out. "You see uh- she is actually a woman, and her name is Michelle." right, so that was going to make sense.
Michelle watched Tim curious to see how the conversation was going to go. In a way she did like watching Tim squirm when life pushed at him. She always had it so easy with her neat and tidy life...
Tim gulped and sweated. Why was she doing this... "No- she didn't trick you. It's.. complicated! But.. she was male when you interviewed her and now she's female... so... is that okay?"
There was another pause and Tim gasped. "You're... You're really okay with that? .. Oh.. Oh good, I'll let her know. Yes well- .. uh.. thanks. Bye." Tim put the phone down then looked to Michelle. "Okay.. well.. they seem to think you went through a gender reassignment from what I told them.. I suppose that isn't far from the truth- Um- they still want you to see them. I think you got the job," she said a little dumbfounded. "Oh crap- I need to get to work today too- what in the world am I going to say!" That was rather typical of Tim... thinking of his schedule.
Michelle's laughter continued for a moment, her arms wrapping tight around her chest, as if seeking security. All too quickly though, it drained away replaced by a spark of irrational fury. She rounded on Tim, her eyes ablaze as she let her turmoil rise to the surface. "You've You've got to be kidding me! We wake up as girls and you're thinking of going to work?!" she growled out, shaking her head. "Look at us, Tim! Oh, I'm sorry, that name doesn't suit you now. How about TIFFANY!"
Tim gulped. There was no denying she felt intimidated and a well of tears formed in her eyes. Still Michelle continued her rant. Now she was being called 'Tiffany'... she wanted to object but- Michelle continued with that angry look. She felt utterly humiliated.
"...I've got freaking BREASTS, Tiffany. Breasts! and " she raises up her hands, glaring at the long, seemingly impractical fingernails. "What the hell am I meant to do with these? I couldn't even type if I wanted to! Not to mention that I'm going to have guys eyeballing me, thinking about how to drag me off and And " her calm demeanour started to crack with her full chaotic emotions on display for the world to see. As soon as it arrived though, the rage faded away, Her face shifted into a mask again... a mask of despair. She sank down to the ground, drawing her knees up close to her and wrapping her arms around them, curled into a ball. "I I finally f find a job, and and And I'm like THIS " she screwed up her face again, trying to ride out the storm of emotion flying through her. Part of this was exhilarating but if there was one thing she couldn't accept it was that her old body nearly got something.. then lost it.
Tim watched Michelle fall down. Sadness... Despair well... she could deal with that.. she didn't want to see someone that looked so... intimidating act in rage. The world was now a lot bigger to her and.. scary. How would things be in this body at her job? The other guys at work How would they react? Sure, her boss was mostly reasonable, but where did reason come into it when you suddenly woke up shorter and with breasts? It was not going to be an easy experience at all... but she had to work, there were still debts to pay, bills.. it was what she did in her life... right? She just wanted to go back to some kind of normalcy in her routine.. it wasn't as if she was sick- though maybe they should get themselves check out in a hospital or something. She waited for a while just staring at Michelle... not sure what to say. What could she say...
The emotional turmoil within Michelle became bearable, like the ebbing tides on the shores. She shivered, taking a ragged breath and slowly nodded to herself. "R right. Right. We're We're girls now. We don't know what did it, we don't know why, we Don't know how. B But.." she winced, taking another moment to centre herself, forcing herself to just select one problem from the myriad her mind presented her with. " Clothes. We're going to need to find new clothes. "
Tim sighed... she put Mikes outburst behind her for now to focus on something productive. "Clothes.." she repeated looking down at herself. That would probably bring some normality to the situation. It was an easy problem to fix too... "Yeah... Right so....I'm going to go to work and try to.. convince them I'm still the same person." What if they didn't believe her... she said her grim thoughts aloud. "Because if I don't we lose the main income of this house... and... and we'll be two girls ON THE STREET! With no Identity or.. or anything-" Tim was in full blown panic as vivid imagery plagued her mind. Loosing her job, her home, her body, everything in one night?! His- her.. her life was ruined. I... I might have a few things that I can wear.." she whispered not entirely sure how to react any more.
Michelle suddenly smiled. "Ah well, I'll leave you alone to work that out. I got a few ideas myself!" the taller woman almost giggled as she left Tim to sort herself out for a shopping trip.
Tim sighed alone in her own room once more, not quite sure how Michelle could be upbeat about this. Her room was normally a place of safety now she was afraid of something worse happening to her. She tried on a few basic pants reaching to her drawers.. her jumpers were out of reach and she had to bring a chair to get some stuff.
She tried to find the best combination that would -hide- her body the most. She had a somewhat smaller shirt, and she hoped it was enough to at least hide those new breasts. She slipped on a pair of jogging bottoms.. which was a bit loose and quite long on her legs. She tried to roll them up. Looking at herself... she felt .. odd. She looked like a girl playing 'dress up'. "Urgh damn it!" she shouted. She tried to put on her old shoes but... they were too small. With some annoyance she put a ball of socks in them as well..
Then of course, there was her hair. Did it have to be so long? She got a pair of scissors. It was a bit nerve racking to consider cutting her own hair but.. this much was just in the way! Carefully she trimmed the top of it, shortening it down. It was a very rough cut, and didn't look all that great...
Michelle's excitement knew no bounds now. A changed body was surprisingly easy to work with. She felt more healthy then she ever had for one. "Oh well, this should be fun!" She went to her room to examined her own clothing possibilities. Her pants were quite stretched on her curved hips. "Hm, well I know who got the better back end of this deal!" she said mirthfully. She slipped off the pants with a bit of a tug around her widened hips. Well why not.. it was her own body now, right? She pressed her hands on her new form looking it over. "Hm..." what to do... her height only changed a bit, and she lost a lot of weight. This body was in good shape... really good shape. She didn't want to hide it at all. It had.. potential.
She tried a few other clothes being a bit more experimental, but her other boxers pretty much told the same story. She put on a vest which tented out on her C-cup sized breasts, leaving a feeling of air on her stomach. It was quite an unfamiliar sensation, not to mention she could see her.. nipples standing a bit as the fabric was quite rough on her and not designed for her new gender. She tried on her old jeans. Surprisingly this wasn't quite 'too' bad, it just pinched a lot on her hips but was quite loose on her now toned stomach. If she put on a thick pair of socks, she could just about manage with her old shoes.. though of course going through all this, her hair was starting to brush into her eyes a lot.
"Not bad at all," thought Michelle. This could work until they got to the mall. She wondered back to her fellow changed room. "Hey Tiffany how you doing in there girl!"
There was a muffle and annoyed sound. "I'm not Tiffany! Stop calling me girl!"
Michelle glared. "You're as much Tim just as much as I'm Michael and not Michelle!" she stated matter of factly. "Sheesh can't you take a joke..."
"It's not funny!" Said the voice on the other side. "I need to sort out my job, my life- everything!"
Michelle smiled. "Oh right the job.. well You can just call in sick. Today at least." She giggled wryly. "I mean, if anything counts, this does, right? Michelle continued to wait outside Tim's bedroom, waiting to see how she would look.
Tim was not having an easy time at all trying to find clothes. Her body was shorter and smaller then before, and she had kept in good shape as a man... this might as well be someone else's room. The jogging pants fit her "“ barely. Or at least, they'd stay up without her needing to hold them the whole time. As for the shirt? Despite being smaller, it was still loose around her. Save for the small dents of her mounds and nipples, still visible through the fabric. She looked like Like a girl wearing her boyfriend's clothing, and deluding herself into thinking they fit. Which wasn't all that far from the truth really, save for the whole boyfriend part.
Finally she walked out of her room presenting herself to Michelle. The taller woman took one look at her and giggled. "Ha ha... oh.. uh, you got a haircut?"
Tim said nothing in response as she looked down at her ill-fitting shirt, not at all satisfied with it. It was still showing the presence of her new bust... small but noticeable. Maybe.. maybe she could wear a jumper, and a hood until she could cut down more of her hair. It was a bit warm for one but.. damn it they were all quite large on her frame. She found her shortest one, it wasn't the best of colours... A very light purple. Still maybe with her jacket... she put on the jumper, pushing it down so that the top compressed her breasts a bit. "Ow- oh come on," she muttered. She couldn't make them smaller maybe? She couldn't look... female... she just couldn't! "Let's just.. go to the mall. I sent a message to work.. so... yeah.." She sighed in thought... "If this happened to us.. do you think it happened to someone else?" She started to scan on her phone for anything on twitter or... something. That was usually a good place for to check. However life seemed to be continuing for everyone else as normal. No Gender change apocalypse.. that was almost disappointing.
"I haven't seen anything in the news," Shrugged Michelle. "Maybe it's a new disease. Hey, maybe they will name it after us."
Tim started to feel hot and stuffy... but now there was this annoying itching around her chin, and neck. As she searched through news and social media sites, the itching started to worsen. Sinking lower, the warmth within the hood increased, until small traces of red hair begin to spill out from under its confines, growing at an alarming rate and undoing all her work earlier. The new girl didn't even notice this though as her phone started to ring... her boss? Oh no! Tim wasn't expecting her boss to call her so soon. "What do I do what do I do what to do I do!"
Her voice it was.. female too. She didn't sound anything at all like her old self. She could ignore the call? But- her boss would get really angry.. or would he? He was a nice guy, very understanding.. But how to explain this? She decided to 'decline the phone call' and send another message. 'I really can't talk... my voice is gone.'. Tim certainly had a way of stretching the truth... he was always amendment to never lie.. to always follow the rules...
Life had taken a very strange turn of events.
