Three Days, Three Ways
El Guapo

A note to readers, don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is a little rough to say the least.

I had an idea, I wanted to do a story for whatever reason, about a boy who becomes a girl basketball player. I don’t know why but I wanted to so I started to write such a story. The three takes below are the starts or actually the middle to the planned story. I never did write an introduction to any of them, at least not yet. What I have here is a collection of three different takes on the same basic idea. Boy is changed into girl, girl plays college basketball. Considering I’m a Duke basketball fan I based it on their women’s team. I sat down as is my custom when I write and gushed out these three topics and no discernable story or form sprung to my mind thus their incompletion. Considering there are 13,000 words written about this idea I figured I throw what I have out into the open and maybe someone can come up with a cohesive plan for a story. These aren’t stories so much as long ideas and starters for a larger plot, a plot I haven’t been able to come up with. So, if you have an idea or a preference for where it goes, let me know. If it sucks and its hopeless let me know. If I need to shred it and light my computer on fire to destroy it is sucks so bad, tell me. If there is a glimmer of hope for the story, please tell me what it is. I like what I have and I think it makes a decent start for a story but it has no structure, no solid plot, only an idea and a beginning. And please, don’t feel the need to correct me on grammar, I am well aware that I suck at life when it comes to grammar. I do not need to be told that you start a new paragraph after every quote. I know I suck, comment on content, not on nitpicky shit. If you don’t like poor grammar, don’t read it. Thanks, Bigus Dickus, I mean El Guapo.

P.S. This story is meant less for casual readers than it is for other writers to help kick this story into gear. The reason why the grammar and generally poor form is because these are notes I wrote quickly with minimal attention paid to grammar and other finer details. Oh and i'm kind of new to this and had no idea how to format it double spaced. It was double spaced on Word so i gave it the old college try, my apologies.

Day One:

“And now I have one more thing to show you on our tour…” Coach P said as we walked into an empty supply closet. “What is it you are showing me, there’s nothing here?” I asked as I surveyed the dark room, a desk and random cluttered junk from when the building had been built decades before and never seen since. “Exactly, nothing…” Coach P flipped on the lights and my world went dark from an unseen assailant. I awoke a short while later, the dim lights of the old closet shinning down on me, Coach P and a man I had never seen before were holding me down. “What are you doing, what’s going on?” I asked confused at the situation I found myself in. “Well Mike,” Coach P started with a sadistic grin, striking fear into me, “Well, you see I’ve had a hard time recruiting, good girl basketball players are just so hard to find so sometimes corners must be cut, you are the corner that’s going to be cut.” I struggled to get up but in my weakened state the man had no problem holding me on the ground as I thrashed in vain. “Why…” I gasped as I struggled, “Why me?” “Mike,” she said with a grin, “Tall girls are hard to find and you can’t change a short man into a tall girl, you can’t grow someone, you can only shrink them, so in that sense, your 6’6” height works against you, also you’re a lifelong fan and have been around the program for as long as I’ve been here and you know all the girls, so you’re the perfect candidate available, tall, athletic, and you already know the program, a perfect match if I ever saw one!” She clasped her hands in what seemed like joy at the prospect of changing me into her next star player. “Cheer up” she said as she grasped something off a dusty shelf, “At least you’re at the top academic school in the south and you’ll be good when I’m finished, it could be worse so cheer up and relax, it’ll all be over soon!” Her hand crossed into the light, a needle grasped in her hand, a large, painful looking needle. The man rolled my sleeve up exposing the skin on my right arm as he held it firmly in place, the tension from his fingers causing pain. Coach P jabbed the needle into my arm, a sharp sting spread from the sight of the injection as the fluid spread into my blood stream, a tingling, burning sensation spreading across my body like a wild fire. “Relax Mike…” Coach P said softly in my ear as I thrashed about, the burning sensation increasing causing pain in my legs and feet, “Relax and calm down, it will soon be over!” I could feel the pain in my feet shift to my legs and groin as I thrashed in agony, my body feeling like I had been thrown in a fire. I heard and felt a sickening crack as my hips ripped apart from their current width to a more feminine width. The pain spread, I was in total agony as a massive weight grew on my chest as mounds of flesh swelled, my body feeling like they were weighed down by their awesome weight. My clothes no longer fit, my shirt straining at my chest but otherwise fitting like a dress, my pants slipping down to my ankles as my body continued to change. Long hair sprouted from my scalp, the smooth as silk sensation spreading down past my shifting shoulders as I felt my face shift and change and then it stopped. I stopped thrashing, completely exhausted from my transformation, my chest rising and falling with each breath, my new boobs rising with each breath I took. “You should see yourself” Coach P said with a smile as she stared down at my prone body, “You are quite the looker, I did well if I do say so myself, only one more injection and we’ll be finished, okay sweetie!” I gave a weak hearted attempt to escape but I had no energy or strength to resist and she easily injected me with the large needle, the contents emptying quickly into my bloodstream. Coach P placed a set of headphones on my ears and pressed the play button on the attached IPod. Just before it started, in the haze of the drug I saw her staring down at me and with a sadistic smile she spoke, “I just gave you a hypnotic drug and valium, I’ll be back for you in a few hours so rest up and enjoy the music, bye Michelle!” and with that she closed the door to the closet in the complete dark, alone with the tape playing soothing music as I faded into the darkness and sleep. Light streamed into the room awakening me after an unknown amount of time had passed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to get the shock of the harsh light out of my eyes and brushed my bangs out of my face. I glanced around and at my body, stopping short when I saw breasts and a vagina, the memories of before flooding back. “You…” I said stopping short when I heard my voice, so soft, shy, demure, so feminine, almost angelic, “What have you done…” I asked of the silhouette of Coach P in the door. “Good morning Michelle, it’s Tuesday, you slept through Monday in case you were wondering, it’s time to get up, come on, stand up, I need to get you dressed and ready.” I tried to stand, my clothes falling to the floor in a heap, my pants, socks and underwear in a pile around my ankles, my shirt hanging like a dress as my large boobs hung unsupported from my smaller chest. I couldn’t tell a lot about my body in the dark but I was obviously smaller and undeniably female. Coach P and I made the short walk from the abandoned closet to the women’s locker room. I padded across the lush carpeted locker room, the image of our school mascot adorning the floor, massive oak lockers and plasma TV’s adorned the wall, TV’s shared wall space with white boards, clean, fresh uniforms hung from each of the lockers, stacks of shoes, shorts, bras, practice tops, uniforms, all provided by Nike under the team’s contract, I passed the lockers, Foley, Beard, Tillis, and then I saw one with my name on it, Clancy, Michelle a large blue number three next to my new name, my new locker. “Sit down” Coach P said gesturing to the padded stool in front of my new locker, “This is your locker Michelle, all of the clothes and things are yours, help yourself.” She sat down on the stool next to mine, I wanted to scream, to throw a huge fit, she had destroyed my life for a game, what the hell, but for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything, all of the fight was out of me, I was Michelle now and I was just going to have to get used to it, no matter what I thought of Coach P. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties and fastened a white sports bra, fastening the clips like I had done it all my life. “There’s a preseason game tonight at seven, I think you can make it Michelle, can I count on you?” Coach P rose and stared at me intently. I sighed, I was stuck, what was I going to do, I was a girl and I was stuck this way, what the hell I thought, I may as well make the best of it, “Sure, I’ll be there…” “Great!” Coach P beamed, “Welcome to the team Michelle!” and with a high five and a smile she walked out of the locker room and left me to my own thoughts. I walked up half dressed and walked into the showers to look at a mirror and to examine my body further. I stood about 6’1”, 135 pounds with great curves and a shapely bum, my bra’s tag read a size 36C. I examined my body, my once tan complexion having changed to a creamy white, my once cropped black hair now hung past my shoulders, a light brown. I was all girl, complete with a beautiful face and a full set of curves, my hands and fingers so feminine and graceful, as I walked I could feel the gentle sway of my hips, boobs and long hair reminding me with every step of the girl I had become. I stared intently at my face as my fingers played across it, My name is Michelle I mused to myself, I’m a girl… what am I going to do? I’m going to make the best of it I resolved silently and walked back to my large locker to finish getting dressed. I pulled on a pair of blue and white shorts, the silky smooth feeling on my smooth shaven legs causing me a little excitement. A mesh blue and white practice jersey with my number and Clancy on the back finished my look. I pulled my long hair back into a simple ponytail, holding it in place with a blue scrunchie, laced up my black Nike basketball shoes and walked out of the locker room. I made the short walk to the gym, the halls lined with pictures of past alum, both male and female who had experienced success while at the college, the halls abandoned, not even a janitor was around. I took a left out of the tunnel where the hall to the locker room meets where fans enter and walked out onto the storied court. This was the court of legends, national championship banners hung from its storied rafters, the numerous banners extolling conference championships won and All Americans of teams past. I looked out at the court, past the baskets and into the famous student section, the cramped, poorly conditioned stadium, tiny, rusty seats that regardless of the conditions or how the team was doing were always filled to capacity. I had been here so many times, I knew this place like it was my own home but now it was, from the steel platform that masqueraded as a press box to the massive new jumbotron, I knew this place but I was experiencing it in a way I never guessed I would, as a member of the women’s team! I walked out on the court to where a rack of ladies basketballs sat at midcourt, all of the balls top notch Nike’s, far better than I had ever used as a boy growing up. I dribbled the ball slowly marveling at my much improved basketball skills, dribbling through my legs and around my back with ease, something I had never been able to do as a guy. I made a few layups from both sides, making my left handed layups with ease, something incredibly difficult for a right handed person to accomplish. I swished three after three, I couldn’t miss, I was having so much fun with my new found skills that I completely tuned out the foreign sensations bombarding my body as each step made my chest bounce and the tickling sensation of my long hair on my neck. I worked or actually played for over three hours, time seeming to pass like rushing water so much fun I was having. Being good is fun, but being great is indescribable. I walked to Coach P’s office, sweat dripping from my forehead, tired from my first workout as a girl. “Hello Michelle, I was just going to go look for you.” Coach P said in greeting as I walked into her plush office, pictures adorned her walls, a cluttered desk sat in front of where she sat. “What can I do for you?” I asked tersely. “Well Michelle, I have your new class schedule, I talked to all of your professors and certain ‘arraignments’ have been made, you’re expected in class starting tomorrow, also I have your rooming information and student id and meal card for you.” She handed me a large manila envelope that contained not only my student id and meal card but also a social security card and driver’s license and passport in the name of Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged eighteen, freshman. “You’re rooming with Foley, Jess is the only girl on the team that knows about your ‘situation’ and she’ll help you with any and all problems you may have and be there to offer you advice, okay?” she asked, looking up from her computer. “Uhhh, no, I guess, uhhh, thanks, I guess…” I sputtered and turned and walked out of the room with my packet of information, id’s and class schedule. I stared at my new driver’s license as I walked down the carpeted hall to the locker room, Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged 18, female, from Concord New Hampshire, why New Hampshire I wondered silently as I walked into the abandoned locker room and made my way to my locker. I placed all of my id’s and other information in the packet into the pastel pink Coach purse sitting on the top shelf of my locker. I grabbed a soft towel and walked into the shower, the warm spray loosening my tired muscles and cleansing my new body. As I soaped up I avoided my new boobs and vagina although unintended touches sent shivers of pleasure through my sensitive body. I sat in front of my locker as game time approached, the other girls slowly trickling in, a 6’3” blonde sat down at the locker next to mine, sharpshooter Jess Foley. “Hi, you must be the new girl,” she said with a smile and an offered handshake, “You must be Michelle, the new point guard, welcome to the team!” “Uhhh, hi, I guess I’m Michelle and the new point guard…” I gave her a shy smile and shook her hand in a gentle feminine way. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll fit right in Michelle, I’m sure you’ll be fine, just try to act like one of the girls and you’ll be fine.” Another smile and she returned to her pregame preparations. I slowly got dressed, a white cotton sports bra and panties went on first, a pair of jet black sock for my feet. I pulled the white and blue game shorts on, the material clinging to my new hips, the cool feeling on my flat crotch was a little different I must say. I pulled on the white and blue silky jersey, a blue number three and Clancy adorned it. I tucked the jersey into my shorts and pulled on a pair of black and blue warm up pants and a warm up pullover, our team name adorning the back of the pullover. I slowly laced up my black Nike’s, tying the strings in a neat bow before standing. Shoot around went off without a hitch with all of the girls treating me with respect and kindness, taking the time to introduce themselves as we warmed up. We returned to the locker room where Coach P and her assistants were waiting for us. “Stay strong on defense and press them at every opportunity, remember, if we want to win, put them through forty minutes of hell and victory will be ours, team on three!” Coach P and all of us put our hands in and broke it down and made our way to the court. The walk down the hall to the court was deathly silent, leaving me to my thoughts, only a day before I would have been watching this game from the stands instead of playing it, now here I am in the game, the price to play was steep but I can’t say I wasn’t relishing the opportunity to play. We exited the corridor and into the packed gym. The seats were jammed packed, our famous student section going crazy, the crazy towel guy inciting the crowd, the fans screaming as loud as they could in the crowded, tiny gym, the excitement was palpable. Our opponent was Wingate College, a DII school of little renown, a walk over for us but a win’s a win. Coach P called us over to the bench for the announcement of the starting lineup. I sat on the bench, my warm ups sitting under my chair. Wingate’s line up was announced to a chorus of deafening boo’s and then our lineup was announced, our lineup was announced in a blur and then I heard it, “Standing at six foot one, the freshman from Concord New Hampshire, point guard number three, Michelle Clancy!” The fans continued to scream as I ran out to the court, my first day as a girl and I was the starting point guard for a top ten in the nation team, this girl thing may be worth it I thought as I got ready for the tip. Bale won the tip off and passed the ball to me at the top of the key, I dribbled the ball and called the play, the play called straight from my subconscious, I hadn’t studied the plays for a minute. We swung the ball out to the wing to Foley who passed the ball down low to Laura Bale who, being double teamed kicked the ball out to me, I teed up an NBA three pointer, far beyond what a girl normally shoots for a three and swished it, welcome to college basketball and girlhood!

Day Two:

“Why…” I gasped as I struggled, “Why me?” “Mike,” she said with a grin, “Tall, athletic girls are hard to find, and for this program to be competitive I need talented players. It is scientifically impossible for me to alter a girl to my specifications for you, I need size, bulk, the transformation needs material to use and absorb, the taller the male I change, the taller, stronger, more athletic a girl you’ll become. Your 6’6” height gives me a great many options, I could change your body minimally and create a 6’4” center although you would be less than stellar, however, if I accept a drastic alteration in height and body mass you’ll become a superstar, so get used to being closer to the ground.” She laughed like that was funny, I stared up at her, either she was nuts or I was in some serious trouble, “Why can’t you just recruit better, why do you have to ruin my life?” She just looked at me and shook her head ruefully, “You’ll become better than any natural girl could be, more powerful, faster, better, and besides, I’m not ruining your life, I’m making it better, I’m giving you a free education, a chance to become a star, and the chance to play Division I basketball for a top flight program and it’s not like becoming a girl is a bad thing, in fact, I’d look upon it as an improvement in your life, besides being a girl is fun, so cheer up and relax, soon it’ll all be over and there won’t be any looking back, okay Michelle!” “I don’t want to be a girl, as soon as you release me I’ll escape and find a doctor to fix what you’ve done, you can’t win…” I said in a low whisper, horror encroaching on my mind. She clasped her hands in what seemed like joy at the prospect of changing me into her next star player. “Oh to the contrary, first off you assume that after you change you’ll want to change back though I’ll tell you that the other guys I’ve changed have never thought of returning to being a man, your body when it changes releases a large amount of estrogen, permanently changing your mental sex from male to female so even if you did change your body you’d still be mentally female forever, you’ll only be happy as a girl from now on, second off, even if you should want to return to malehood, you can’t, a y chromosome can be changed to an x but it doesn’t work in reverse, once you’ve changed, you’re a girl for life, do you want to know what I’m changing you into Michelle, when I inject you with this special formula, made for you and you only, your body’s DNA is going to be changed into a new strand we designed for you, your body will melt down the existing material, changing existing components like your penis and testicles into a vagina and ovaries as your muscle mass is converted to fast twitch muscles to give you superior speed and jumping ability for a girl. The one drawback to this process is you’ll lose most of your muscle strength and definition but your speed and agility will more than make up for that deficit. Anyhow, your bones and muscles will melt into a jello like form and compress into the new shape your body needs. In this case you’ll lose about eight or nine inches of height and over one hundred pounds, you’ll be a light weight, lightning fast, explosive girl capable of feats most girls can only dream of, you’ll be the next Leslie Sparks, a female Lebron James!” she said with a grin as she grabbed something off a dusty shelf, “Look at it this way sweetie, at least you’re at the top academic school in the south and you’ll be good when I’m finished, it could be worse so cheer up and relax, it’ll all be over soon!” Her hand crossed into the light, a needle grasped in her hand, a large, painful looking needle. She rolled my sleeve up exposing the skin on my right arm as she held it firmly in place, the tension from her fingers causing pain. Coach P jabbed the needle into my arm, a sharp sting spread from the sight of the injection as the fluid spread into my blood stream, a tingling, burning sensation spreading across my body like a wild fire. “Relax Mike…” Coach P said softly in my ear as I thrashed about, the burning sensation increasing causing pain in my legs and feet, “Relax and calm down, it’ll soon be over!” I could feel the pain in my feet shift to my legs and groin as I thrashed in agony, my body feeling like it had been thrown in a fire. I heard and felt a sickening crack as my hips ripped apart from their current width to a more feminine width. The pain spread, I was in total agony as a massive weight grew on my chest as mounds of flesh swelled, my body feeling like they were weighed down by their awesome mass. My clothes no longer fit, my shirt straining at my chest but otherwise fitting like a dress, my pants slipping down to my ankles as my body continued to change. Long hair sprouted uncontrolled from my scalp, the smooth as silk sensation spreading down past my shifting shoulders as I felt my face shift and change and then it stopped. I stopped thrashing, completely exhausted from my transformation, my chest rising and falling with each breath, my new boobs rising with each breath I took. I took several shallow breaths attempting to regain any composure I might have once had, the agony of the transformation giving way to an awkward silence and numbness. “It’s all over Mike, you’re Michelle now, welcome to womanhood…” Coach P looked down at my prone form, I lay on the cold cement floor unable to summon the energy to move. “Welcome to Duke Michelle, I’ll be here for anything you might need, let me help you up.” Coach P grabbed my newly light female body up with some struggle, her hands under my arm pits pulled me to my feet. My pants, underwear and socks fell in a pile around my ankles as I rose, my shirt falling around my smaller, undeniably female body like a dress, my long hair tickling my neck and back as it swished around of its own accord. I staggered to the women’s locker room with the help of Coach P, I almost fell several times as we walked the less than one hundred feet down the hall from the closet to the women’s locker room. We padded across the lush carpeted locker room, the Lady Blue Devil’s logo adorning the floor, massive oak lockers and plasma TV’s adorned the wall, TV’s shared wall space with white boards, clean, fresh uniforms hung from each of the lockers, stacks of shoes, shorts, bras, practice tops, uniforms, all provided by Nike under the team’s contract, I passed the lockers, Foley, Thomas, James, and then I saw one with my name on it, Foster, Michelle a large Duke blue number three next to my new name, my new locker. “lay or sit down, which ever you prefer Michelle” Coach P said gesturing to the padded stool in front of my new locker and the soft carpet floor, I choose laying on the floor, my breath coming to me in short wheezes “This is your locker Michelle, all of the clothes and things are yours, help yourself.” She sat down on the stool next to mine, I wanted to scream, to throw a huge fit, she had destroyed my life for a game but not only did I not have the energy to yell but for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to be mad, after all, the only bad thing in the whole experience was becoming a girl and even that couldn’t be that bad could it, after all, over half the world lives with it, why couldn’t I? Coach P looked down at me on the floor, struggling to regain my strength, “I can give you something that will make you feel better if you trust me Michelle, I can give you an injection and it’ll go away, if you tell me it’s okay I’ll give it to you, is it okay?” She seemed genuinely concerned, in my weakened state I’d have taken anything to feel better so I rapidly gave her my consent and she gave me the injection, my strength seemingly returning almost instantaneously. “If you need anything Michelle, you know where to find me, if you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask, you’ll find I’m not the monster you think I am right now, I just do what must be done to win, I take care of my family and my players are family, okay Michelle?” she held me in a loose embrace as I just nodded silently in shock from the events of the morning. “I’d like to see you in a few hours in my office to give you your rooming information and school information, okay?” and with that Coach P walked out of the locker room leaving me alone with my thoughts in a state of near shock. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties from a stack in my massive locker and fastened on a white sports bra, fastening the clips like I had done it all my life, apparently some things females my age would know had been ingrained in my mind as part of the transformation. I stood up half dressed and walked across the locker room to the large community showers to examine myself and my body further. My reflection stood about 5’10”, 110 pounds with great curves and a shapely butt, my bra’s tag read a size 36C. A small amount of flab hung over every part of my body though I was hardly fat, I was actually very skinny. I examined my body, my once tan complexion having changed to a creamy white, my once cropped black hair now hung past my shoulders, a light brown, almost blonde. I was all girl, complete with a beautiful face, large beautiful eyes, full pouty lips and a full set of curves, my hands and fingers so feminine and graceful, as I walked I could feel the gentle sway of my hips, boobs and long hair reminding me with every step of the girl I had become. I stared intently at my face as my fingers played across it, My name is Michelle I mused to myself, I’m a girl… what am I going to do? I’m going to make the best of it I resolved silently and walked back to my large locker to finish getting dressed, my boobs and hair swaying in time with my steps. I pulled on a pair of blue and white shorts, the Lady Blue Devils logo adorning the side, the silky smooth feeling on my long, hairless legs causing me a little excitement. I pulled on a white form fitting Underarmor shirt, the material clinging to my body, hugging my boobs and stomach in a soft embrace. A mesh blue and white practice jersey over top of that with Duke and the number three on the front and my number and Foster on the back finished my look. I pulled my long hair back into a simple ponytail, holding it in place with a blue scrunchie, pulled on a long pair of black Nike basketball socks and laced up my black Nike basketball shoes and walked out of the locker room, for my first workout as a girl. I made the short walk from the locker room to the gym, the halls lined with pictures of past alum, both male and female who had experienced success while at the college, the halls abandoned, not even a janitor could be found. I took a left out of the tunnel where the hall to the locker room meets where fans enter and walked out onto the storied court. This was the court of legends, national championship banners hung from its storied rafters, the numerous banners extolling conference championships won and All Americans of teams past. I looked out at the court, past the baskets and into the famous student section, the cramped, poorly conditioned stadium, tiny, rusty seats that regardless of the conditions or how the team was doing were always filled to capacity. I had been here so many times, I knew this place like it was my own home but now it was, from the steel platform that masqueraded as a press box to the massive new jumbotron, I knew this place but I was experiencing it in a way I never guessed I would, as a member of the Lady Blue Devils! I walked out on the court to where a rack of ladies basketballs sat at midcourt, all of the balls top notch Nike’s, far better than I had ever used as a boy. I dribbled the ball slowly, marveling at my much improved basketball skills, dribbling through my legs and around my back with ease, something I had never been able to do as a guy. I made a few layups from both sides, making my left handed layups with ease, something incredibly difficult for a right handed person to accomplish. I swished three after three, I couldn’t miss, I was having so much fun with my new found skills that I completely tuned out the foreign sensations that should have driven me crazy. The gentle bounce of my new boobs as I jogged and jumped, the way my butt swung from side to side as I moved, the soft sensation of my new long hair on my exposed neck, all of it different but I had to admit, not unpleasant, I guess you could say I was assimilating far better than I had expected, maybe being a girl wouldn’t be so bad after all. The only thing I had noticed being different was every time I looked down at the ball as I dribbled I was greeted with the sight of tiny, dainty hands, slim, frail fingers tipped with dainty, oval light pink nails, the very picture of femininity. I worked or actually played for over three hours, time seeming to pass like rushing water I was having so much fun. Being good is fun, but being great is indescribable. I walked to Coach P’s office, sweat dripping from my forehead, tired from my first workout as a girl. “Hello Michelle, I was just going to go look for you.” Coach P said in greeting as I walked into her plush office, pictures adorned her walls, a cluttered desk sat in front of where she sat. “What can I do for you?” I asked, a tired smile on my face, the affects of my playing starting to show. “Well Michelle, I have your new class schedule, I talked to all of your professors and certain ‘arraignments’ have been made, you’re expected in class starting tomorrow, also I have your rooming information and student id and meal card for you.” She handed me a large manila envelope that contained not only my student id and meal card but also a social security card and driver’s license and passport in the name of Michelle Rebecca Foster, aged eighteen, freshman. “You’re rooming with Jessica Foley, Jess is the only girl on the team that knows about your ‘situation’ and she’ll help you with any and all problems you may have and be there to offer you advice, okay?” she asked, looking up from her computer “Okay, thanks I guess, thanks…” I gave her a tired look and started to leave, “Don’t worry about your folks, they’ve been properly compensated and won’t cause any problems, they don’t know what happened to you, but they aren’t worried, they know you’re being well taken care of, okay Michelle?” “Sure” I muttered and turned and walked out of the room with my packet of information, id’s and class schedule. I stared at my new driver’s license as I walked down the carpeted hall to the locker room, Michelle Rebecca Clancy, aged 18, female, from Concord New Hampshire, why New Hampshire I wondered silently as I walked into the abandoned locker room and made my way to my locker. I was officially a girl, even the government had made me a girl, I was truly Michelle now, but where did Mike go? A quick look at the TV playing in the locker room solved that mystery, I was the leading headline for the noon news, Local Teen Killed In One Car Accident, a reporter was interviewing my parents, they seemed distraught although I’m sure what they were being paid took the edge off of the pain. It was official, Mike Foster was dead, in his place I had become a girl, Michelle Rebecca Foster, basketball wunderkind, I just sighed and sat down on my stool, too tired for deep thought. I fell asleep leaning against my locker until other girls started filing into the room. A 6’3” natural blonde sat down at the stool next to mine, sharpshooter Jess Foley. “Hi, you must be the new girl,” she said with a smile and an offered handshake, “You must be Michelle, the new shooting guard, welcome to the team!” “Uhhh, hi, I guess I’m Michelle…” I gave her a shy smile and shook her hand in a gentle feminine way. “Don’t be nervous, we’ll talk later, but I know what you’re going through, it gets better though, I promise, just relax and act like you normally would and no one will notice any difference, relax, you’re beautiful, loosen up and have some fun and life will sort itself out, okay?” I smiled, “Okay!” I said as I sat up. We apparently had a preseason game that night although Coach P had failed to inform me. I sat in front of my locker making preparations. I pulled on a new, fresh pair of panties and a clean bra. In the past I would have been thrilled by the sight of naked women and lots of boobs but now for whatever reason they held no interest to me, I could care less about their bodies, they were just like mine. I pulled on the silky smooth game shorts, the soft material clinging to my large hips and the smooth front rubbing against my flat crotch, disconcerting to say the least. My boobs sat in their cups uncomfortably and I tugged at the bra until I could get my boobs to sit in them right. I pulled the white and Duke blue jersey down over my head, my eyes catching a glimpse of my hairless arm pits. The smooth material hugged my boobs but otherwise fit loosely as I tucked it into my shorts and tied the draw string. I pulled a pair of black gym socks over my now tiny size six feet and pulled on a pair of warm up sweats. I slowly laced up my Nike’s, tying the laces in a large, neat bow before rising and exiting the locker room with the rest of the ladies. “Hi, I’m Laura!” a bubbly 6’4” brunette said as she bounced along side of me, Laura Bales was the team’s starting center and senior team captain, “You must be Michelle, the new guard, it’s great to have you!” “Uh… hi, nice to meet you!” I gave her a polite smile and she went along her way as we walked to the gym. The rest of the girls took their turns introducing themselves to me and vice versa, they all seemed very nice and they all towered over me. I felt intimidated for the first time in my life, I hadn’t been shorter than six foot since seventh grade year and here I was a 5’10” girl being towered over by other girls, all of whom looked like they could step on me and not notice, this would take some getting used to, that and not being very strong. Laura the team captain picked me up and man handled me easily as a joke and I was powerless to stop her, frustrating. Other than that shoot around went off without a hitch and we all walked and chatted as we made our way to the locker room for the pre game speech. Coach P and her assistants were waiting for us, her speech went on for twenty minutes, highlighted by her finish, “Stay strong on defense and press them at every opportunity, remember, if we want to win, put them through forty minutes of hell and victory will be ours, team on three!” Coach P and all of us put our hands in and broke it down and made our way to the court. The walk down the hall to the court was deathly silent, leaving me to my thoughts, only a day before I would have been watching this game from the stands instead of playing it, now here I am in the game, the price to play was steep but I can’t say I wasn’t relishing the opportunity to play. We exited the corridor and into the packed gym. The seats were jammed packed, the Cameron Crazies going nuts, the crazy towel guy inciting the crowd, the fans screaming as loud as they could in the crowded, tiny gym, the excitement was palpable. Our opponent was Wingate College, a DII school of little renown, a walk over for us but a win’s a win. Coach P called us over to the bench for the announcement of the starting lineup. I sat on the bench, my warm ups sitting under my chair. Wingate’s line up was announced to a chorus of deafening boo’s and then our lineup was announced, our lineup was announced in a blur and then I heard it, “Standing at five foot ten, the freshman from Concord New Hampshire, starting at guard, number three, Michelle Foster!” The fans continued to scream as I ran out to the court, the Crazies pretending to bow at me as I made my way to mid court. My first day as a girl and I was starting at the three guard slot for a top ten in the nation team, this girl thing may be worth it I thought as I got ready for the tip. Laura won the tip off and passed the ball to me at the top of the key, I dribbled the ball and called the play, the play called straight from my subconscious, I hadn’t studied the plays for a minute. We swung the ball out to the wing to Foley who passed the ball down low to Laura Bales who, being double teamed kicked the ball out to me, I teed up an NBA three pointer, a forty footer, way, way, way, far beyond what a girl normally shoots for a three, in fact an almost impossible shot for a girl, I’d have said impossible except that I swished it, welcome to women’s college basketball! I back peddled slowly down the court, my boobs and ponytail slowly bobbing and dancing with each movement. My contribution to the game lasted less than ten minutes. I was pulled from the game having scored 12 points already. My line for the night was 12 points, 4 assists, a steal and a block, not bad for less than ten minutes. When the starters were pulled it was already 37 to 4, we were on our way to an 87 to 24 rout, but what a rush, just me and the ball, forgetting all about how I got out on the court in the first place. The final buzzer sounded and we slapped hands with the other team and we started the walk to the locker room. “Great job tonight Michelle!” Jess yelled as she hurried to walk beside me, “Thanks, you too!” I gave her a big smile, choosing to ignore my present form. “Being a girl isn’t so bad is it Michelle!” she said with a laugh, “It can’t be bad when you look so good and play even better, you must be enjoying it Michelle!” I gave her a tired grin, “I’m fine with being a girl as long as we win, as for being a girl at any other time, hell no!” We both giggled and walked into the locker room. I quickly undressed and walked into the shower butt ass naked, joining Jess and Laura already in there. They both had large boobies, tits I would have been drooling over as a man, I now just found myself feeling in adequate looking at their massive boobs. We cleaned off and headed back to our lockers. I found a brand new pair of panties, a bra and a new black dress hanging where none had been before, not very funny if you ask me. “Why are you just staring at your clothes Michelle, the media will be in in a few seconds, you need to get dressed. With a degree of trepidation and anger I pulled on the panties and bra and slid the dress down over my head. It fit my body firmly but not tight, the a line dress fell to just above my knee, a small bow adorning the waist. I fumbled with the zipper on the back unable to get it. “Here,” Jess said with a laugh, “Let me get that!” as she pulled the zipper up. “Do you have any make up?” she asked as she finished applying her own. “No, no I don’t and I don’t want any, no!” “She pulled out hers and started towards me, “Come on, you have too, besides you’re already wearing a dress, it’s not that much more, just a little.” “Oh alright” I sighed as she started working on my face. She massaged a light foundation on my face, her soft fingers feeling good on my soft skin. She applied a little blush and some eye shadow before applying some mascara to my eyelashes. She slowly slid the tube of soft pink lipstick over my lips, giving them a thick coat of the waxy lipstick. Finally after brushing my hair and pulling it behind my ears, putting in a pair of silver dangling earrings in holes I didn’t know I had and placing a silver necklace around my slim neck I was pronounced fit to face the press in the press conference.

Day Three:

“So let me get this straight, if I agree to be your test subject, you’ll see that I get a division I basketball scholarship?” “That’s right, I’ll get you a starting position at Duke if you agree to help me with my genetics project, okay?” My science teacher, Ms. Mathews was a twenty four year old grad student studying to become a geneticist, in her spare time she taught my chemistry class at my high school. I looked at her, she appeared dead serious “Do we have a deal Mr. Waner?” she asked as she extended her hand. “Sure,” I said with a smile, “I’m not sure if you can deliver on your promise but I could use a little excitement in my life so what the hell, let’s do it!” I shook her hand firmly, not knowing what I had just got myself into and not really caring, school was so boring I really didn’t care what she was going to do as long as I wasn’t hurt or killed, besides, it might make a good story one day. As the last days of summer were winding down, I had spent the last remaining days of freedom practicing my game, that’s where Ms. Mathews had found me and made her proposition. My name was Mike Waner and I was a senior at Francis Marion High, I started on the school basketball team, I was alright, although at 6’6” I was short for a center and I was facing the end of my playing days. I’d do anything to keep playing, a fact that Ms. Mathews seemed to know too well. “Please follow me Mike,” she said, “My lab is just down the hall.” I followed Ms. Mathews down the abandoned halls of the school, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She stood about 5’3” with an attractive body and face, long brown hair flowed freely down her back. We arrived at an empty science room at the end of the hall. Ms. Mathews had evidently taken over use of the classroom for her own experiments. A lone chair sat in the middle of the room, large steel cuffs protruded from the chair, open and unlocked, used for holding the seated individual down, I shuddered hoping that whatever it was Ms. Mathews planed to do with me wouldn’t involve needing those. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable” she said as she gestured to the chair, “I’ll be ready to start shortly.” She fiddled with some of the computer instruments and other fancy machines that the school could never have paid for. She was playing around as I studied the room I was in, there were no windows, mattresses lined the walls, the only source of light was a massive bank of floodlights that shined down directly on my face causing me pain every time I opened my eyes. Ms. Mathews seemed to have every kind of machine in this room from a CT scanner to the “machine that goes “ping!”” I was amazed and fascinated by this room, how had I never known it had existed? Ms. Mathews walked over to me and pricked my arm before I could even react, “I just needed a blood sample, I’m almost ready just a few more seconds and we’ll be ready to start.” She said with a look of determination on her face as she typed furiously on at her computer. “Okay, I think we’re ready!” she said with a small grin, “Let’s get started!” she leaned over and pushed a small button on the side of my chair and the steel cuffs clicked down on my arms and legs before I could comprehend what she was doing. “What’s the restraints for, are they really necessary?” I asked, none too pleased as the cold steel bit down on my arms, legs, chest and throat, I was completely immobilized, I couldn’t move or even squirm and any attempt to do so only caused the cuffs to tighten further. “Unfortunately, I think the cuffs may be necessary for this project, I’d tell you that what I’m going to do won’t hurt but I really don’t like lying so prepare yourself.” I gulped and started to sweat profusely, what had I gotten myself into, what was she going to do to me, “Perhaps I better leave,” I started to say, “Maybe you should find someone else…” she cut me off with a look that struck fear into my heart. “No Mike, I’m afraid that just won’t do.” The way she said it scared the shit out of me, so nonchalant, so flippant, I started to struggle but quickly ceased as the chair gave me a mild shock. “Just relax Mr. Waner, the sooner we can start, the sooner we’ll be finished.” She said with a completely monotone voice. I want you to understand what I’m doing to you in detail. First, there’s no going back. A male can be changed into a female by changing his y chromosome into an x, but there’s no way back. You will always be a girl. Second off, I’m going to change your mind. I’m going to give you the same treatment I gave Tim Foley. You’ll notice he doesn’t seem to do as well in class as he used to, you’ll be the same. I’m going to adjust your intelligence, instead of being an A student, you’ll struggle to earn B’s and C’s. I don’t want you to be too bright. I’m also going to give you an extremely healthy shot of hormones so you’ll be strongly attracted to boys physically. Mentally you may still like girls at first, but since I’m using a new form of fast acting hormones, your mind will change extremely quickly. You will have changed completely, mentally and physically into a girl before we leave, it inevitable so just accept it. I could only sort of nod my head, I was in shock, unable to speak, what unspeakable horror was she going to do to me, was she going to kill me, wild thoughts ran through my head, the mention of Tim Foley didn’t quite register with my mind. “Simply put you are going to be changed into hot, sexual teenage girl, you are going to become a girl Mr. Waner.” I looked at her incredulously, “I can tell you don’t believe me but I’ve already had limited success, you are to be the crowning jewel, the culmination of all my hard work, I’ve already changed the male brain into a female brain, remember Tim Foley, I changed his mind in one of my experiments, he was an unqualified success.” I knew Tim Foley, the school homosexual, he enjoyed wearing girls pants and hitting on the guys, no guy would ever be caught dead with him. “You made him gay?” I asked, unsure of whether I should believe her or not. “Yes,” she said with a proud smile, “Before I had him he was completely heterosexual, quite interested in the ladies but my experiment went off without a hitch and he’s none the wiser, he just accepted it and adapted to it until he became what he is now.” I shuddered in absolute horror, not only was she going to cause me physical pain, she was going to make me queer. “I want out!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Let me go, I don’t want to be gay, let me go!” I screamed uncontrollably as Ms. Mathews just stared and laughed. “If you think anyone can hear you you’re sadly mistaken, first off, no one’s here and secondly I sound proofed the walls, so relax and it will all soon be over Michelle!” she turned and grabbed a steel cart, wheeling it over to where I sat, locked in this infernal chair. “The injection I’m about to give you,” she said as she swabbed my arm with an alcohol swab and readied a needle, “The injection will inject a new strand of DNA that was created for you and you only. It will rapidly spread through your body’s blood stream, causing the changes to start immediately. You will first notice pain spreading across your skin as your skin and fatty tissue begin to breakdown. Your bones will shrink and compress as the changes continue, causing your body to lose height and weight. Your male sex organs will retract into your body forming the basis of your new female organs, yes, you will be able to become pregnant. Your body will shrink from its current 6’6” height down to approximately 5’10” or so, maybe a little smaller as your muscles and bones compress. Your weight will drop considerably, I have changed your body structure to be far lighter than your current one, you’ll drop from 225 pounds down to about 110 or 115 or so pounds, skinny but not too skinny. In case you are wondering, the rest of your body will change as well, developing into a decidedly female form, one side effect of this transformation is the female attributes are magnified when a male is changed, you’ll have a great body with plenty of curves, a cute butt and large boobs, complete with a great voice and a cute face, something I’m sure you’ll appreciate one day.” I sat speechless, I was so screwed I didn’t even have anything to say in protest, I was going to be changed and there was nothing that could stop it from happening. “Oh, one other thing,” she said as she pulled the cap off the needle and grasped my arm, “Another interesting side effect is the athleticism you’ll gain. You will come out of this the most powerful, agile, fast, athletic girl possible. You will be able to run rings around any girl basketball player when you’re through, although you won’t be able to overpower them. The process consumes all of your muscle definition and most of your strength, when you’re through, you might need someone to open a heavy door for you although your speed and agility will more than make up for what you lack on the court. Please relax, the more relaxed and calm you remain, the quicker and less painful it will be for you, so relax Michelle, here we go!” and on that note she stabbed my arm with the large needle, the prick extremely painful, a massively painful fiery sensation spreading from where she had injected her drug into me. My body seemed to be literally on fire as I felt it spread to every extremity. My eyes lost focus as tears formed in them, my body thrashing and twitching uncontrollably as the painful fire burned my body and melted it. My bones all felt like they had been shattered as I hear a loud crack as my hip bones were ripped apart and reformed into a more feminine shape. A massive wave of nausea racked my body as my testicles and penis were ripped up into my abdomen to form my new vagina and ovaries. I was in complete agony, unable to form any conscious thought other than a mental plea for the pain to just go away. My arms and legs shrank as my bones continued to shatter and reform in the most painful way imaginable, my skin changing in complexion from tan to a pale white, the hair receding painfully, who knew that loosing hair could be so painful. The fire seemed to burn intensely in my stomach and chest as my innards seemed to float freely about my body as it continued to change. Two large balls of fire began to form on my chest, new boobs growing to what seemed to be massive proportions, the fire burning in my body searing across my chest and face. My throat constricted and burned out of control as my face shifted, my face losing all of it hair and becoming far smaller and rounder, cute, full, soft, cupids bow lips forming as my eyes grew wider and larger and changed color from green to brown. My once short cropped jet black hair now grew down past my shoulders to mid back, the soft, silky, dark brown hair tickling the back of my neck and back. Slowly the fire seemed to recede and I was left slumped in the chair, the cuffs all that kept me from falling to the floor. I could see my body, I had been completely changes, my feet were now tiny compared to their former size, they hung in the air off the floor. Massive weight hung from my chest as a massive pair of milky white boobs hung unsupported. My newly long hair hung down limply against my body and the chair. My clothes no longer even remotely fit, my pants held up only by the chair, most of my body had been swallowed by my now massive t-shirt. “Well it seems like we’re done,” Ms. Mathews said with a small grin, “How do you feel?” “I feel like shit you bitch!” I summoned my remaining strength in one last defiant outburst. “That’s good to know, tell me, do you feel any different?” I just looked at her, a look of absolute contempt on my face as I sat silent. “Well that’s good to know, thanks for the input Michelle, apparently we’re going to need the other injection.” “No more…” I mumbled as she uncapped another needle, “No more needles, please…” I was begging her as she grasped my left arm and prepared to stick me. “Oh stop whining, you agreed to be my test dummy so stop your whining.” She jabbed the needle in my arm and depressed the plunger, an icy sensation entered my arm, numbing it. “What does it do?” I asked in a whisper, afraid to learn the answer. “Two things Michelle, first off, I call it the Foley drug after its first recipient, you can draw whatever conclusion you’d like for its primary purpose, and secondly, it will give you an energy boost, making you feel better and helping your body adjust to the changes I’ve made.” Great, just freaking’ great, not only was I a girl, Ms. Mathews was going to make me interested in boys. I just wanted to die, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. We waited in silence for the drug to kick in and start its evil work, the final battle, the last stand for Mike. I was Custer, I stood idly by as my male persona Mike was being slaughtered by Ms. Mathews, only able to watch as Mike sputtered and died. “Look at me Michelle, you can feel the drug affecting you can’t you? It’s a nice feeling isn’t it, the warm embrace of femininity that is embracing your mind. Its changing even as you sit here cursing me.” I looked up at her smiling face, anger still burning deep in me even as the hormones started to take the edge off of it. “You’ll never change my mind, you’ll never win!” she just shook her head and laughed. “Tim said that too and that same night he had his first French kiss with another boy, besides, you can’t help it, it is completely out of your hands, you’ve been changed permanently into a girl, you may as well get used to it. Your feelings will change, I promise, I designed your body to produce far more estrogen than that of a normal teenage girl, you’ll be a girly girl before you know it. They change your mind, in less than thirty minutes from now your mind will be irrevocably changed into that of a teenage girl and your thoughts will be of the same things all girls your age think about so don’t make bold statements Michelle, you’re a girl mentally and physically, in another few minutes you won’t even want to think about being a boy much less trying to do anything about it!” she laughed as I could feel subtle changes in my mind taking over. An overwhelming urge to cry engulfed me as a few tears sprang to my eyes. Ms. Mathews sat down on a stool next to my steel chair. She opened a magazine for me to look at, Cosmo Girl. There was a picture of a handsome boy about my age, I had seen him on some TV show but I didn’t know his name. “He’s a hunk isn’t he?” Ms. Mathews said with a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I replied, but I found that I kept staring at the picture. “Come on, Michelle, he’s hot. You can feel it can’t you!” I didn’t want to admit, but I did think he was hot. I found that I was looking at him with the same thoughts I might have had looking at a girl in Playboy only a few short hours ago. I sat silent in abject horror as I realized that Ms. Mathews was right, I did like boys now. “Now” Ms. Mathews said, “Think about a penis, a big long, strong penis on a strong man, you can feel it can’t you!” I seemed like I was splitting in half, half of me wanted to scream but wave after wave of estrogen was destroying the remaining barrier defending my malehood. I could feel my body getting warm just thinking about it as pictures of cocks and strong naked boys flashed through my mind. Something was stirring within me, something I couldn’t control. I felt a shudder pass through me, a shudder I would come to realize was desire. “You know you’re really a girl now don’t you, you can’t wait to be alone with a boy!” she was beaming from ear to ear. “No, I… I” Ms. Mathews cut me off, “There’s no need to be ashamed of your feelings for boys, its completely normal for a girl your age to like boys, don’t be ashamed, embrace it, you’re a girl, it’s okay to act like one!” I sat silent, she was right, I was attracted to boys damn it, I couldn’t help it. G-d help me I thought, she had made me a fag and I wanted more, shit. “I… I don’t know what to do…” I stuttered, I was clearly smitten with boys but I had just been a boy and I wasn’t gay. Ms. Mathews seemed to read my mind, “You aren’t gay Michelle, you’re a girl and girls like boys, its life, embrace your sexuality, it’s who you are, in fact, if you weren’t interested in boys right now, then you could consider yourself gay but you’re not, you’re attracted to boys, girls like boys, it’s natural and it’s okay, really, it is!” “I want you to understand that you had no choice, once I injected you with my drug you were destined to become a girl. All you can do now is learn how to live in your new body. Think about guys, picture a hot one in your mind, picture a really cute boy with a big penis.” I tried not to just to be defiant but my mind worked of its own accord and boys started to parade across my mind. “You want to attract them don’t you, you want them to like you as much as you like them, you want them to tell you how beautiful you are, there’s no need to lie, it’s okay, it’s natural.” I tried to deny it even as my mind wandered to more thoughts of cute boys hung like horses. “No… I …” she cut me off laughing, “You crack me up but in all seriousness, you’re going to need to learn about makeup, clothes, cliques, boys, everything a teenage girl is preoccupied and since you aren’t going to be much of a student, you’ll need your looks sweetie.” I just stared at her, it was one thing for her to change me, it was another thing to taunt me. “Now” Ms. Mathews said with a wry grin, “I can teach you one of two ways, I can lock you in here and teach you everything myself, it will take several days during which you’ll be unable to leave or I could use the latest hypnosis techniques on you and we’ll be out of here in a few hours, okay?” I just nodded my assent to the hypnosis, I didn’t know what was going to be on that tape and I didn’t care, I had been through so much trauma that I just wanted out and out now. She placed her IPod headphones in my exposed ears and started the tape, soothing music flowed into my mind as I fell into a deep trance. I awoke with a start when the tape stopped. Ms. Mathews was standing over me. “I just have a few questions for you and we’re finished okay Michelle?” “Sure” I said quietly ready to be released. “What is your name?” she asked staring at my face intently. In the back of my mind I felt it form as if I had answered to it my whole life, “Michelle Rebecca Waner”, Ms. Mathews just smiled and continued, “What sex are you Ms. Waner?” I knew in the back of my mind that I had once been a boy but it seemed as though it had been pushed way to the back, “I’m a girl Ms. Mathews, I’m a female.” “Very good!” Ms. Mathews said as she clapped her hands. “How old are you and what are your school plans?” I thought about it for a few short seconds and like before the answers can right to the tip of my tongue, I was 18, my birthday had just passed and I had committed to Duke University to play for the women’s basketball team earlier that spring before I graduated from high school. I smiled and gave her my answer, “I’m 18 and I am going to Duke to play basketball!” She looked at me and apparently liked what she saw. “How do you feel Michelle?” I thought about it carefully, “I was angry, now I’m just a little mad but I think I’ll get over it, can you let me out please, I’m so sore!” Ms. Mathews gave me a kind smile and undid the cuffs. I sat in the chair unable to move for a few seconds before the blood returned to my arms and legs. I looked at my new hands. Long, slim dainty fingers tipped by long dainty, feminine ovals. My body was so soft looking, a small layer of fat covered my body. My body had been drastically altered, I now had a very soft, round butt and womanly hips. My boobs hung from my chest, jiggling with every small movement I made. My feet had been shrunk from a size 18 all the way down to a dainty size 6, I was far smaller. I hadn’t been shorter than 6’ tall since middle school and now I found myself a new college freshman standing a 5’10 and only 115 pounds, I was a featherweight alright. My long dark brown hair tickled the back of my neck and back, it swayed slowly back and forth seemingly with a life of its own, I kept having to sweep my bangs out of my eyes, treating me with more views of my very feminine hands. I tried to stand and my pants and underwear fell to the ground in a pile, my t-shirt hanging like a dress. Ms. Mathews was prepared for this eventuality and handed me a pink Lands End book bag filled with clothes. I pulled on the light pink cotton panties and matching bra with no problem, hooking the bra like I’d done it my entire life. There was a pair of undeniably female jeans, a white camisole and a blue cashmere sweater for me to wear. I pulled the jeans on, the jeans fitting snugly against my flat crotch, the jeans fitting tightly against my newly huge hips and butt. Pink flowers and other embroidery traced along the sides of the jeans. I pulled on the white cotton camisole, the cami fit tightly against my body, hugging my boobs and stomach. I pulled the Duke blue sweater down, the v-neck exposing some cleavage, the long, soft sleeves extending beyond my wrists. The soft cashmere tickled my hairless arms as a whole host of new sensations bombarded me. “You look good.” Ms. Mathews said, “Just some makeup and fixing your hair and you’ll be ready to be sprung on the world!” Before I realized what I was doing I had whipped out my makeup from a pink Coach purse I didn’t know I had. To the remaining male portion of my mind it didn’t make any sense but for the other 95% of my mind it seemed perfectly normal. I was acting instinctively, my new female hormones and ingrained female knowledge was acting and doing my makeup for me. All that was running through my newly pretty head was that I couldn’t let anyone see me at anything less than my best. I carefully brushed my hair back into a neat ponytail and tied it with a blue and white hair ribbon. A pair of pink flats with a cute bow went on my tiny feet and I was ready to leave. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, fearing for my future, what were my parents going to say when they found out I disappeared. “I’ve arraigned with a friend of mine to have you listed as an orphan. Duke’s records expects you to have been an orphan, if you’re curious, you know the whole story, it was implanted in your mind, actually, that would be a good test, please think about what happened to your parents. I thought hard and it came right to me, my parents had been killed in a horrible car accident when I was 6. I could remember the sadness and horror and all of the memories of living in various foster homes, it all came back to me like a bad dream. Tears started to well up in my eyes just thinking about it. Ms. Mathews held me in a tight hug, “It’s okay sweetie, they’d be proud of you.” She comforted as I fought back tears. In the back of my mind it could remember having another family but this one seemed like it was real, the other seemed like a vivid dream. “I’m going to drop you off at your new dorm tonight, its freshman move in day at Duke, I have all of your stuff in my car, the coaches are expecting you. You’ll have a completely new life Michelle as a reward for helping me.” We walked out of the abandoned school and across the empty parking lot to Ms. Mathews parked BMW. As I got in the car, I asked Ms. Mathews why she was testing on me. “I test on students for GlaxoSmith, they pay me well for my research, it enables me to conduct research that I want to without outside backing.” “What’s GlaxoSmith?” I knew I should know, something in the back of my mind told me I should know but I was just drawing a blank. She looked over at me as we drove, “GlaxoSmith is a drug company, they make pharmaceuticals.” “Oh, okay, they make aspirin and Tylenol right, but what is a pharmaceutical?” I couldn’t quite figure that word out, it was too big for me. “You don’t know?” Ms. Mathews looked at me and saw I was quite puzzled, “A pharmaceutical is another word for a drug.” The drive was really long and Ms. Mathews asked me to help her study for a test she had on Julius Caesar. She asked me to read the text and give her a brief summery. As a male I had been a very good history student tops in my class so this shouldn’t be any problem I thought as I opened the book. As I started reading the text though I had to stop every few words, the words were really big and confusing. I kept wondering off track wondering what Caesar’s wife must have been like. As I read the book I came to a picture that depicted Caesar, I couldn’t look at him as brave and powerful but as handsome and strong. My hormones started to affect my mind and I started to think more and more about boys and wondering what Caesar must have been like in bed. Those thoughts didn’t even phase me, nothing seemed amiss with those thoughts and I started to get warm just thinking about it. My brief for Ms. Mathews was just that, brief. I had been unable to read most of the text and that I had been able to read had slipped out of my mind like water, all that remained was my thoughts of Caesar, sex object. Ms. Mathews looked over at me as I put the book down, frustrated, “It’s okay Michelle, not everyone can be Einstein, can I ask you a strange question?”, Sure I said, happy to please. “What’s your name?” “Michelle Rebecca Waner” I said without a moment of hesitation. “Are you sure, are you sure you’ve never had another name and what sex are you, have you ever perceived yourself to be anything other than what you are now? I looked at her and giggle, silly her, of course my name was Michelle and it had only been Michelle, “My name has always been Michelle Rebecca Waner and I’m a girl silly, what else would I be,” I paused for a second as I attempted to figure out what perceived meant, “What does perceived mean?” I asked Ms. Mathews, how should I know that word, it was so big. “What I meant was have you ever felt like you were anything other than a girl?” I laughed, “How would I be anything other than a girl, I’ve been a girl my entire life silly!” She just looked at me and smiled. I felt like I was missing something, I felt for some reason like there was a strange man in the back of my head, he was saying something about resistance. I had always been a girl hadn’t I, I thought to myself, my name was Michelle Rebecca Waner and always had, hadn’t it. I felt something snap in my mind, a warm flow of estrogen wiped across my mind, sweeping away the last vestiges of Mike and being a man. I was Michelle Rebecca Waner, aged 18 and a beautiful girl, I had always been Michelle Rebecca Waner I had always been a girl. I thought about being a male for a second and a wave of revulsion crashed across my mind, why would I want to be a boy, being a boy must suck, girls rule I thought as we pulled up to my new home, the Johnson Smith Residence Hall.

Please comment and give ideas on plot or just tell me I suck and I should light myself on fire and throw myself screaming off the top of my dorm, either will work, just leave a comment either way, thanks.