I bent down to pick up my shirt from the floor and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my breast visable.
wait....What?!?!?
i stared in the mirror, then down at myself in horror. No, this couldn't be happening, I was a guy. So why in the hell did I have all the female parts?
After spending thirty minutes freaking out, I calmed down long enough to realize that being a girl might not be all that bad. At least I wasn't placed in a female's body during a certain week of the month.
I opened my closet to reveal all sorts of women's clothes. Digging through a drawer in a dresser allowed me to find a pair of underwear-why a pair of underwear required butterflies on a neon pink color I didn't understand- and a bra.
I held the strange item up, trying to decide how in the hell one wore such an item. After ten minutes and lots of unladylike language I had the stupid thing on and instantly regretted it. It was so uncomfortable. I finished dressing, pulling on a graphic tee-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I examined myself in the mirror-for a girl I had a nice ass.
Satisfied with my outfit, I skipped-I mean walked,men don't skip-across the room, picking up my phone. I flipped through the calendar, seeing I had a movie date with Chelsea tonight, followed by a sleepover.
I was still waiting for he obsessing over boys or Twilight to begin, when I got a text from someone whose name was labeled as BFF. I knew somehow it was Miranda, and she was my best friend and we were going to an anime convention the day after the sleepover.
Wait..Miranda,the most popular girl in the school likes anime? Wasn't she suppose to like football players, make-up and other girly things? I was hoping to get some information on whether either of them thought I was cute, but then again this discussion on whether One Piece or Death Note was better was a much more interesting conversation.
I texted Miranda until I realized I was about to be late for school. I grabbed my purse and bookbag an headed out the door. As I walked down the street toward the school, I heard a few male voices behind me, the same guys I had hung out with. They whistled and catcalled. And I hung out with those people?
The rest of the day went by, well normally. It turned out that besides the whole boobs, and difference in lower anatomy, that girls and guys weren't that different after all. I knew if I found a way to return to my normal body that I would view females differently than I had in the past. After all, being a girl for a day wasn't that bad.
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