The street sign pointed only one way, the little lane met the larger street but did not continue on the other side. A large Craftsman-style home occupied one corner, converted years ago into a sort of rooming-house-cum-residence-hotel-cum-bed-and-breakfast. A big squarish building with gables and porches, the one-time mansion bore its demotion to commercial property with the dignity of a  bankrupt  financier operating a hot dog wagon.

A woodlot sat on the other corner, a clutter of neat stacks of firewood and seemingly random piles of jumbled logs. The randomness, the owner would say, resulted from the necessary moving and turning of the piles of curing wood. A regular array would be less efficient at the task and would have to be unstacked and restacked to be sure the wood cured evenly. Simply moving the pile from one place to another once a week with an ancient forklift turned all the logs over and assured that each got enough sun and air to turn into perfect firewood.

The lane did not  continue  past the end of the woodlot or the small row of outbuildings behind the mansion. The house, being the only important building facing the street, bore a singular number and the name of the lane as its address. One April Morning.
On this particular morning, a resident of the former mansion woke to a life-changing discovery....

My alarm went off with the announcing stating that it was 6:00 am on April 1, 2012. I stretched my arm out towards it to shut it off when I noticed that it was more slender and not as hairy as it normally was. A flash of red caught my eye as I wondered if I was wearing nail polish.

I then began to stretch in bed when I noticed the other changes to myself. I felt a slight weight on my chest, as I noticed my breasts for the first time. I then decided to reach down my torso which was nicely toned and reach between my legs where I noticed my endowment was missing and a nice mound and slit was in its place.

I decided to venture over to my dresser mirror when I noticed my room's furniture had changed. I now had a white canopied bed with a white night table on the side which held my alarm clock. The walls were covered with a lilac covered wallpaper, it was a beautiful floral print. The carpet was in a darker shade of lavender. Overall it was a very feminine room.

I walked over to my new white vanity table and sat down and looked into the mirror. I received a great shock in the fact instead of seeing my normal face, even if I thought it would be feminised, I saw that I was somebody else. With that realization, I knew that I was a female, and I would have to live out.

I decided to go back to sleep, for a little longer as I suspected that I didn't have to be at work anytime soon. I drifted back to sleep quickly.

I woke up to my radio announcing that it was 5:45 am on April 1, 2012. I stretched out my suddenly very muscular hairy arm to shut it off, when I realized that my celestial friends were playing a great prank on me and I wondered how long it would last.