I didn't feel any different at first. I placed the rock back into my purse, and then realized that a moment ago I didn't have a purse. Then the unfamiliar feelings rushed over me. The angle of my feet in my wedge heels. The cool air on my smooth naked legs. The flutter of the skirt across my upper thighs. The tightness of the shirt across my breasts. The tickle of hair on my neck. The tug of my earrings on my ears. The taste of strawberry on my lips. Everything felt so weird and yet so natural.
I opened my purse with my tiny pink french manicured fingers and pulled out my compact. I flipped it open as I imagine I would have done every day as a girl and looked at my reflection. My eyes widened in shock. I wished for this, and yet I couldn't have expected it at the same time. My face was a vision of beauty. I could see the ghost of my boy self, hidden behind the wider, doe-eyes, the cute pert nose, the perfect plump glossy lips and the makeup. It was me, yet not me. I was a girl.
I closed the compact and placed it back into my purse and fished out my student ID. The picture on the ID was of the same cute girl I just saw in the mirror, and her name, or my name, was now Jen. I smirked, at the thought that I was now a Jennifer instead of a Jonathan. I put my ID away, closed my purse and then headed into school to see what life is like as a girl.
And to see what Karyn thought of her new and improved best friend.
