The Choice

Well, its time.

For the last year, I’ve been living as a girl thanks to a spell my Aunt Cathy found, and today is the day I have to decide if I want to stay a girl permanently or go back to being a boy.

Its not as easy a call I thought it would be.

When I first started to have an interest in things female, I found a website that contained stories about boys who became girls, so when Aunt Cathy found the spell, it seemed like a no-brainer to me.

But it turns out there’s a reason those stories are called “Fiction”.

In the stories, the guys become these beautiful, often very wealthy girls, with lots of girlfriends and sometimes a special guy or two, and even if they had the opportunity to go back, why would they? And to make it sure that they will stay, most of them had horrible lives as boys, so going back would seem like even a worse idea, even if its possible.

But my girl life turned out to be not much different than my boy life. I had been unexceptional as a guy, and I was the same as a girl - plain, lower middle-class, and just as unpopular as I had been as a boy.

The one drawback mentioned in the stories, having a period, turned out to be less of a big deal than I feared, but on the other hand its not by any definition fun, so if I choose to go back, I certainly wouldnt miss it. The only upside to a period would be to be able to have a baby, and that seems totally unlikely.

Not only do I not have a boyfriend, its not likely to change. It seems I’m destined to be alone, whether I’m a boy or a girl.

My boy life wasnt horrible, and neither is my girl life, its just there doesnt seem to be any real difference between them, no reason to pick the one over the other.

So I’ve decided to flip a coin. Heads, stay a girl, tails, go back to being a boy.

Here goes .....

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