Mike felt a light hand slapping his face, and his eyes shot open to be met with the sight of Heather's ceiling. Heather stared down at his face, worriedly. His head resting in her lap.
"Heather...?" He tried to speak, but a soft feminine voice overpowered his words. He tried again. "Was i dreaming?"
Then he knew he wasn't. He sat straight up, a few odd weights shifting on his person as he jumped to his feet. A strange pull on his head, two jiggling masses on his chest...and a disturbing lack of pull from his groin. "No, no, no, no, no..." He chanted in the soft pretty voice that now came from his mouth. His eye's were tightly shut. Heather had not moved from her position, but watched intently.
Mike took several deep breaths before opening his eyes, each breath making the weights on his chest a little more prominent. One last breath, and Mike opened his eyes. And stared down into an expanse of creamy flesh protruding from his chest. He gasped, sounding the whole part, a scared girl. Soft, feminine hands fly to either breast, squeezing and molding, to see if they're real. It only takes a moment to feel the sensitivity of the new acquirements, to determine their legitimacy...two large C cup breasts, wrapped in a pink lace nightie. The straps to either side were covered with lush flowing brown hair. This drew his attention next, as, as if in a daze, mike took some of the strands and tested them. They too were properly attached.
Then, with a final test, Mike ran a hand down past the breasts, across the soft silk that rested over a flat, toned tummy, and followed the cloth to the hem line that reached to mid-thigh. The other hand snaked down, arms straddling the breasts, and pushing them together to block his view further. He couldn't see further then the expanse of cleavage, he didn't need to.
Slowly, the hands pulled back the hem of the nightie, back up his waist. Both Mike and Heather watched wide eyed as his hands fell beneath the hem, and pulled back the hem of a pair of smooth cotton panties and probed. Mike's face went white, and he nearly passed out again.
"Is it...?" Heather couldn't finish his sentence. She stood and stepped closer to the girl, who silently nodded her head and fell forward into Heather's open arms sobbing as she realized that on top of everything else, Heather was just as tall as Mike was now.
Heather just stood and let the girl cry on her shoulder. She knew it was Mike in there, but she had no idea how it could have even been possible for a boy to spontaneously become a girl. And what about the clothes they were wearing? They had both been nude and in the same bed when they fell asleep, but when they woke up, they were both fully clothed, or at least semi-clothed, she noted uncomfortably as she accidentally hooked a finger nail in Mike's panties as she rocked him.
Did that mean whoever did this had come last night and moved them around? The thought of a random stranger coming in when she was naked caused a chill up her spine.
The girl on her shoulder slowed her sobs to a sniffle after a few moments. Heather patted her head, telling her it would be OK. She stepped back and held Mike's soft tear stained cheeks. "It'll be OK. I don't know how this happened, but we're going to find out and fix it, OK?" Mike nodded her head, sniffling.
"What are we going to do?" Mike whined, wincing at the sound of his new girlish voice.
Heather was quiet for a moment. She studied me intently from her point, right in front of me. "Those clothes your wearing... They don't look like anything I own." She finally decided. She stood up and started looking around the room, before reaching behind the bedding Mike had woken up on, and pulled forth a large, dark purple back pack.
"What's going on?" He asked her, confused. She merely ignored him and shuffled around inside the bag, before she spoke again.
"This isn't my bag, either." She mused. Reaching back in, she pulled out a hand bag and tossed it to Mike.
"See, I thought it might have been," She continued, as Mike snapped it open and looked inside. It was standard fare for a teenage girl. A bottle of indigo nail polish, the same color, she noted, which currently adorned the nails tipped on her new slim, elegant hands, a pair of black sunglasses, large lens, with the rhinestones on the sides, a tube of "Double-berry" lip gloss, a couple of wrapped tampons, and a pantie liner, and finally, a small purple and black striped wallet. Aside, she noticed that purple seemed to be a predominant color. She thumbed the clasp, but couldn't bring myself to open it.
All of this, Mike took in before Heather continued. "This bag is too different." She dug around inside a little more. "Ah, ha!" she exclaimed. She pulled a bundle of clothes from the inside and looked at Mike, dead pan.
"Those are your clothes, right?" Mike asked, my blood racing in my veins. Even as the words left her mouth, she didn't believe it.
Heather unwrapped the bundle and pulled up a pair of jeans that looked a little too tight for her tastes, a black blouse that flowed, but had short sleeves, and a low cut neckline. The next item was a pair of French cut black panties. Finally, a black front-clasp bra was pulled from the bundle. Heather examined the tag. "Huh..." she spoke up... "It's not mine... It's a little bigger than what I wear..."
Slowly, as if following her gaze, Mike looked down at her own breasts. HER breasts...yes. They were HERS. And they were bigger than Heathers? Why did that make her feel a little proud? "He, he..." She chortled, shaking her head slightly, looking down at them.
"What?" she asked, defensively.
Mike examined her breasts, cupping them through the nightie. She could feel the soft silk caressing the skin, and she briefly rubbed a finger tip across a nipple and nearly shuddered from the sensation. "It's ironic..."
"Hey!" Heather snapped her fingers in her face, drawing her attention. "Eyes up here." Mike let go of her bosom and snapped to attention, blushing furiously. "We need a plan. Obviously, you can't go out in...that..." She said, gesturing at Mike's nightie, which she began to notice for the first time. It was a rose red silk nightie that sat low, displaying a generous amount of cleavage. The rest of her bust was covered by a thin, supportive band of elastic, but below that, the fabric become translucent, where she could make out the white bikini style panties she wore underneath. "Huh..."
"Hey! Focus!" Heather snapped again. "We need to get ready for school."
"What?! I can't go to school like this!" Mike panicked, jumping up and pacing around Heather's room once. In a reflex reaction, her hands flew to her head, reminding her again about her long brown locks.
"I know! That's what I'm trying to tell you. Your in...underwear, and kind of skimpy at that..." Heather frowned at my outfit.
"What?" Mike asked confused. "what's wrong with my _" She looked down again, and reconsidered. Yeah. She was right. "Wait... That's not what I mean! I mean, look at me. I'm a girl!" To prove the point, she turned to face the mirror.
The reflection that met her was of an attractive young teenager. She was lean, and toned, but had wide hips that tapered into a thin waist. She had slim shoulders and firm upper arms that melded into supple elegant forearms. Atop her torso sat a pair of large, perfectly shaped breasts. They were surprisingly perky for their size, but she noticed that they were quite heavy too. A little more than she had initially realized.
Lightly wavy dark brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, the ends, which reached her mid back curled slightly into half-ringlets. The hair seemed to want to look nice, and not a single strand was out of place. The face framed by the hair has both familiar and totally foreign. Mike could detect small hints of her male self in her eyes, her cheeks, but it was so vastly different, like she had received more from her mother than her father. The face held such a depth of psychological discord that for the moment, she could not look away. Yes...this was her now... "I really am a girl..." she mumbled, looking away.
"Look," Heather stood up and brought the clothes to Mike. "These are obviously yours. Did you look at your I.D?" she asked. The girl shook her head as she took the the clothes from her.
"I...I can't..." Was all she could manage on the matter. Heather gave her an understanding look, and reached down to the purse, pulling the purple wallet up. She snapped the clasps and opened it up. She looked into it, then back at Mike, and then back again.
Finally, she snapped it shut and sat down. "It's yours, Ms. Michelle Collins."
"Don't say that!" Michelle exclaimed.
"Say what?" Heather replied confused.
"The...M word." Michelle replied. "I don't like that."
Heather Laughed and shook her head. "Look princess. Your a girl. Apparently, either the world knows that, or it doesn't care. Life goes on. You need to show the world that, boy or girl, you plan to live life your way." She placed her hands on Michelle's shoulders and stared her straight in the eyes. "Show the world who's boss."
"Wow. I know why your such a good cheerleader." Michelle stated, awed, and inspired by her speech. With a deep breath, which sent her breasts jiggling, she pulled myself together. "OK boss... what do i do?"
Heather smiled, relieved to have the new girl in agreement. "First we need to get you dressed."
About 30 minutes later they were done. Michelle kind of followed along with Heather as she changed out of her sleeping clothes. She even changed into a front clasp bra herself to walk Michelle through the relatively straight forward task. She warned that others were a little more tricky. It turns out Michelle was a lower D-cup where as heather was a 36 C. The rest was pretty easy. The pants ended up hugging her waist and hips snuggly, and though she was expecting to find it a little tight in the crotch, it was not uncomfortable. It actually felt quite snug, and secure. The blouse flowed over her torso leaving her arms free. The neck did dip down a little lower than she wanted, but it really wasn't as bad as she had thought. If she had to admit, though, with just the clothes she had on, she did look pretty good.
But Heather insisted they take it a small step further. She insisted on just a little make-up. It wasn't much. A touch of rouge, a little eye liner, and the "Double-berry lip gloss, which added a little color , as well as flavoring Michelle's lips.
The overall effect was of a very attractive young woman who cared about how she looked. She couldn't deny the results. Heather dresses up in a pink tank top and a pair of Capri pants. "Girl's!" Heather's mom called form downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
Heather looked at Michelle. "Are you ready?"
