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Author's Note: So here we are once again. Sorry it took me so long to get this one up and rolling but there were just things about this new story that just weren't flowing right. I think part of the problem is filling in some of the plot that I wanted to do. I have an end game in mind and key plot points I want to cover but its the in-between things I having trouble coming up with. As it is, I think I have most of those ironed out. Once again I will post a chapter a week and I highly recommend that you read Just Roll With It because like Peter Jackson I don't do that whole recap thing.

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The gentle knocking on my door woke me.

I think I was dreaming. It was a pretty good one too. I dreamed that I somehow miraculously changed into a girl, practically overnight. I hated it at first, was scared of it in fact but slowly I accepted it. I tried to hide it from everyone but people found out---Sara and Kate for starters. Things were going well until I collapsed after my soccer game. Then I went to the hospital and everyone found out. My crazy bible thumping mother found out. She didn’t take it so well. It was a strange dream.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

A dream, though.

That’s when I felt the weight on my chest.

And there it was.

Well, there they were.

My breasts.

If only it had been a dream. I’m not saying I really wanted it to be one. It sounded like one, though. I mean guys didn’t change into girls but here I am. I’d been a healthy---albeit small---boy and now I wasn’t. In the mirror, I was so much different now. I was a bit taller, a lot curvier and definitely not a boy. I was happy though too. I still can’t figure that bit out. I shouldn’t have been happy. I mean what normal boy would be happy to turn into a girl. But I was, I truly was. Maybe it was because I wasn’t much of a boy to begin with or maybe it was the lie.

The lie grandpa and Emily wanted me to tell.

Maybe it was the truth after all.

They still didn’t know what had caused this.

Hey, it’s possible.

I groaned, pushing myself out of bed. My new assets swayed a bit as I made my way to the bathroom. Last night, Sara had surprised me with a new set of pajamas. I frowned a bit at it of course. It was a cami top and pair of short sleep shorts. My sister seemed to enjoy it, though. She went out of her trouble to get them for me. Even though I wasn’t thrilled, I pleased her last night when I put them on. I pleased her, even more when I told her I’d let her take me shopping today. Sara apparently wanted to do the whole sister bonding thing.

She’d been so thrilled about it last night, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no.

Truthfully, I just wanted to veg around the house today.

It was Friday after all. I needed today and this weekend to relax because I knew Monday was gonna be hell. Emily called last night; apparently she’d managed to set up a meeting with my principal and the superintendent. My mother was supposed to be there as well. They were to discuss my future schooling plans. Emily told me she’d instructed Mom it might be wise to have a lawyer present too just in case. I doubt Mom really cared.

I didn’t really know what Mom thought.

I was asleep when she came home last night.

I was just thrilled she didn’t pack up all my things or lock my door on me.

I was stripping out of my sleepwear when Sara came waltzing into the bathroom. Startled, I covered myself with my discarded clothes.
“Sweetie, you have nothing I haven’t seen before”

My sister might not have been very modest but I was. At least, I appeared to be now.

In my defense, though, she startled me.

“Not everyone is keen to show off their bodies like you,” I said, tossing my clothes into my hamper.

She smirked. “And what a body it is”

She gave my butt a gentle smack.

I swatted her hand away.

I was just glad I remembered to pee before I got naked. I didn’t want an incident like yesterday morning. Peeing all over myself was a onetime thing I didn’t plan to repeat.

“We have a big day planned,” she said, starting to fill me in on it.

I tuned most of it out while I got into the shower. The running water tuned the rest of it out. I could hear her talking but I closed my eyes and lost myself to the massaging jets caressing my new, much more sensitive body. If by some miracle they found a way to change me back, I’d refuse simply on the principle of the shower.

It felt so good.

Sara wasn’t there when I got out but she left two towels for me. I sighed; I’d probably have to change the color of those. Mom had color coordinated our towels to make it easier for her. Sara had rose pink and I had a teal blue. I suppose they still worked but it just felt a little weird. I wrapped one around my body and the other around my head. It felt like I was stealing my brother’s towels. I know it was silly but I couldn’t shake that feeling.

On the bed was an outfit.

Sara apparently didn’t think I could pick out anything.

Not that she had a bad taste of course. It’s just that thinking about the outfits she brought me yesterday, I cringed thinking about what was apparently in store for me today. Looking at it, though, I found it was surprisingly plain. Another pair of jeans and long sleeved top. I finished drying off then went to adorn myself. I slipped into another pair of my boy cut panties then a bra that matched. The bras were a bit of problem I noticed. I only had a few after all and they were given to me before I went into the hospital. They were a little tight and didn’t fit quite right. I thought about wearing the sports bra again but I’m told it smushes the boobs.

I’d get it all sorted today.

The bra wasn’t the only ill-fitting thing.

The jeans were small. They still went on but I had a hard time getting them buttoned.

“Wow, look at you,” said Sara, coming back into the room with her hairdryer.

She took me by the hand, through the bathroom, and into her room. Sitting me down at her vanity, she went to work. She dried my hair then proceeded to style it. She went with a simple French braid, making me pay careful attention to what she was doing. I tried but it looked hard. She made a comment about the length, suggesting we make a hair appointment to get some of it trimmed up. I didn’t argue there. I had way too much hair.

“Makeup is tricky,” she said, turning my face in her hands. “I know what Cindy did the other day but it was frankly too much. A girl your age, less is more. Besides Mom will never let you go out of the house wearing too much anyways”

I remember.

Sara was sixteen before Mom let her really go all out.

In the end, she decided on a bit of eyeliner, some light shadow, and some lip-gloss.

It was enough to make my face pop.

One thing she did do was finally get at my brows. She’d been trying for what felt like weeks now. I tried to protest but this time, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. When she was done, I had to admit them looked a lot better, much more feminine and they made my face look different too. I already looked different but now I looked more like a girl.

She did her best with my nails too.

A little shaping and some light pink polish.

She deemed me ready after that.

“Isn’t this a little too much?” I asked, keeping my fingers spread like she said so they’d dry.

“You’re a girl now right?”

“Yes,” I said, blushing.

“Ok then”

“It’s that simple?”

She shrugged. “This is new territory for both of us. Sure I’ve had girl friends and we’ve done things like this but I’ve never had a sister before. I’m kinda winging this whole thing”

Honestly, I couldn’t really remember Sara doing this with her friends.

At least never when I was around.

Then again, she only ever really had a handful. Gina was the only one who I really remembered. She and Sara didn’t hang out much anymore though because both of them worked a lot. Gina was also still on the team too. I think after quitting the team, their friendship changed. It also didn’t help that Sara planned on going out of state to college next fall. Gina was going to a community college to study makeup. It was sad because they used to be pretty good friends. It made me wonder what Kate and I would be like in a few years. Would we have interests that would push the two of us apart too?

“C’mon, get your shoes on so we can go”

We went back to the Galleria.

It was definitely a lot different on a Friday morning when most if not all the teenagers were in school. It was still pretty well packed but there was, at least, some room to maneuver. As soon as we got there, Sara made one thing very clear to me. Everything was on her. I was not to spend a single penny of my money. She wanted to do this for me and there would be no arguing. So begrudgingly, I let her be the boss. Of course, just like our previous trip, she took charge immediately.

She was bound and determined to build me a wardrobe from the ground up.

We hit the teen-oriented stores first.

Rue21, GAP, American Eagle.

Lots of jeans and shirts were purchased there. She even managed to wrangle in a jean skirt or two. I did like leggings though I discovered. I’d been seeing and I guess admiring the ones that Kate wears and wanted some of my own. That’s actually how I ended up with some skirts. I did give her quite a scare though when I suggested we try shopping in Hot Topic. It didn’t take her long to realize I was joking. She got me back though when she dragged me into Victoria’s Secret. This though wasn’t a joke. She only got me one set there, though.

She really wanted me to go there to get properly fitted.

32 A just like Emily’s measurements said.

After that, we did all my underwear shopping in Penney’s.

In Foot Locker, we got some shoes.

She got me another pair of Nikes and another pair of Converse. She also talked me into getting this really cool pair of pink Converse heels. They were like a converse sneaker but with a wedge heel. I actually fell in love with them and managed to convince her to let me wear them out of the store.

It was nearing noon when we left the shoe store.

“Ok so lunch?”

I nodded. “I’m starved”

We started for the food court, lugging my many bags. I felt like one of those spoiled princesses.

We decided to have pizza. It was quick and easy. There was this great place that sold New York style with slices bigger than my head. Sara tried to talk me out of it but I ordered two slices. I was halfway through the first slice when I realized what she meant. My eyes had apparently been bigger than my stomach. Though I did discover something about my new self. My appetite had clearly changed. I always used to have a huge appetite but had a real fast metabolism. It used to drive Sara nuts. Now it would seem I still felt like I could eat a lot but my body was telling me differently.

“I told ya,” she said as we got a box for my second uneaten slice.

“Another thing to put on my list,” I said.

Last night after getting home and situated, Sara and I had a nice talk. She wanted me to let her know if I ever felt bad or upset. She didn’t want me to bottle it up; she wanted me to come to her with anything. What happened to me was drastic and the fact that I was taking it so well scared her. It was her idea to come up with a list. She wanted me to write down anything new I was experiencing or anything that had changed or was different. She even suggested a diary. It was a good idea but I wasn’t ready to take things that far yet.

When we finished, Sara looked across the food court.

“Hey I was thinking, you want to hit Claire’s before we go?”

“What for?”

She tweaked one of my earlobes. “Well, I thought you’d like to try having those pierced?”

Pierced?

“I hadn’t really thought about it actually”

“Well, I thought maybe it might help. I’m not saying you should but it would help embrace the girl a bit”

That was another thing we talked about last night.

Embracing girlhood.

It was actually my idea. If all those tests over the last week had proved, it was that there was no going back. Whatever happened to me was permanent and no amount of anything---save surgery---was gonna change that. I was a girl now. As such, I decided I wanted to embrace it as much as I could. Like my father’s motto, I decided I was going to roll with this girl thing and see where it took me. I want to try what life had to offer me now. I didn’t really have much of a life before outside of school and soccer. I wouldn’t even have gone to that Halloween dance if not for the bet. I wanted to change that.

Christy was going to be social.

Christy was also a girl and most girls I knew pierced their ears.

So yeah.

“That sounds like a great idea!” I said cheerfully and meant it.

Sara raised an eyebrow. “Too much I think”

We both laughed.

Sara left me with some money. She wanted to take our bags to the car. I say our bags because there was no way in hell she’d come to the mall and not shop. I offered to help carry them too but she waved me off. She scooped them all up in her arms, carrying them without a problem. I seemed to always forget that she was a lot stronger than she looked. I watched her go. I walked over to the trash bins, dumped our trays and turned around to find myself face to face with Amber.

Shit.

“Chris?” she asked, looking a bit confused.

Now or never.

“Hey Amber,” I said with a smile.

“OMG”

Yes, she actually said it that way.

She squealed and gave me a big hug.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” she said, “I mean I heard what happened after the game Sunday night. Then they said you were in hospital and…you’re a girl?”

I nodded. “Last time I checked yep”

“No I mean” She lowered her voice. “You were a boy before?”

I nodded. “Medical condition”

I decided to go with the lie. I mean Amber knew some of it already but the lie could really work. It would explain some things while being an explanation for others. Like how I was seemingly in a boy’s locker room and on the boys soccer team. The whole “well they thought I was a boy but it turned out I wasn’t really” thing could really work for me.

I gave her a quick explanation of it all.

She gave me another hug.

“That explains so much now,” she said, nodding.

“It was a bit of shock to all of us”

“Your boobs?” she asked, looking at the very noticeable bumps on my chest.

“Most of it padding”

I’d have to tell a few more lies to work this. Breasts just did not grow as fast as mine did so they’d have to be “padding” until I could safely reveal my “true” ones.

“My hair is extensions too,” I quickly added.

That had also grown too fast.

A few little lies, no harm in that.

“So does this mean that you’ll let us teach you how to be a cheerleader now?”

Crap I’d forgotten all about that.

That first practice was nearly two weeks ago. It felt like a lifetime ago. I guess in some small way it actually was. I hadn’t really given it much thought, though. I mean I did have fun. There was just a lot of other things on my mind then and now. I didn’t hate the idea actually but I think I needed more time to figure things out first.

“Maybe,” I said, hoping it was a vague enough answer.

She nodded. “So are you shopping?”

“Just finished,” I said, sad at her look of disappointment.”I was going to hit Claire’s though. Get my ears pierced. You want to come along?”

She practically beamed at that. She took my hand and dragged me over. Ok dragged is a strong word, more like aggressively led me there. She seemed to know the twenty-something girl behind the counter because they talked like old friends. Amber explained the situation---about my ears, no my medical thing. The girl didn’t seem to care. I was apparently the right age that most girls got their ears pierced actually.

The piercing itself wasn’t that bad.

I was surprised how quick and painless it was.

I was now the proud owner of two little fake diamond studs.

Amber helped me pick out a couple more pairs then a really cute gold chain.

“So I was meaning to ask,” I said as we left the store. “Why aren’t you in school?”

“It’s a Girl’s Day”

Is this something I should know about?

“What’s that?” I asked.

She lowered her voice. “I was feeling really shitty this morning---you know my time of the month. Me and the other girls started calling it a Girl’s Day. So whenever we start, we always take the first day off”

I nodded understanding. I understood for other reasons as well.

I was dreading my first Girl’s Day.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” I said, shuddering.

“Can you have?”

I nodded. “Full girl. I can have babies and everything”

“Wow. That must have been an eye opener”

“Yeah, shocked the hell out me”

“I can only imagine”

We changed subjects as we went to find a bench. This was the spot Sara told me to wait for her at. As we sat, Amber wanted to know what I was going to do for school. I told her what I knew but of course, I’d know more after Monday morning. Legally I knew my rights. The school district had laws about transgendered students and the like. There was a great tolerance plan in the books on it. Though I wasn’t exactly transgendered, I had a pretty good idea that that was how they were going to treat this. Emily seemed to think she could get more. I was a girl now. Her hope was that I would be treated as if I’d always been that way just with a “misdiagnosis” at birth.

We talked a little more until Sara arrived.

Amber and I stood up together to greet her.

“So you have my cell number right?” she asked, I nodded. “Good, I’m gonna call you tomorrow night. Let me know if you want to do practice again, ok?”

I nodded.

She gave me another hug.

“It was so nice to meet you again, Christy”

She left after that.

“Practice?” asked my sister, giving me an evil look.

“Don’t even?” I said.

Sara laughed; I gave her a little shove and then took off for the exit.

Talking to Amber at the mall made me realize one very important thing.

I had a lot of catching up to do.

I avoided my cell the whole time I was in the hospital, even after they gave it back to me. I knew I had a lot of texts and voice mails but I wasn’t really in the mood to explain things. They were still there when I got home last night and they were definitely still there when I got back from shopping. Putting them off or ignoring them didn’t help me any either. So after getting home and putting all my new stuff away, I set about taking a look. The first several were from Sunday of course, mainly people trying to see if I was all right. Monday’s messages were much of the same. The ones from Tuesday were a bit more frantic.

It was there that people realized I was in the hospital.

Several of the messages were from John and Kate. I had a few from Greg. I noticed more than a few from Dan as well. I smiled at that. The messages seemed to peter out on Wednesday though. They stopped coming from Kate after she visited. Then she never visited again. I’d like to say I was mad about that but I knew how much she hated hospitals. It was connected to her mother so I understand that completely. I was just happy that she even showed once. I was a little annoyed that she was the only one, though.

Yesterday there were no messages.

I checked my email next.

It was all pretty much the same.

I read what I could but got tired of the same so I deleted a lot of it. Hey, I’m not being heartless but tired of reading the same stuff over and over again.

An hour later, I was done.

Absolutely exhausting.

Now I needed to make the phone calls.

The first one on my list was Kate.

She answered on the second ring.

“Hey,” I said, there was a long silence.

“Wow,” she finally said with a laugh. “Took me a second to realize this strange girl calling me out of the blue was you”

“I’m using my cell”

She laughed. “Sorry just not used to connecting that voice to you”

I knew the feeling.

“It’s different,” I said, we both laughed.

“So,” she said, “How’s girlhood treating you so far?”

“Good. Went shopping today, got lots of clothes, had my ears pierced”

“Damnit”

“What?”

“I wanted to be there for that” she actually whined.

“Sorry”

“Can you do it again?”

“Do what again?”

“The ear piercing thing. I missed it. I want to be there”

“Kate, I only have two ear lobes. I can’t exactly have them pierce them again”

“Of course, you can!”

I knew exactly what she was thinking. After all, she had three piercings in each of her ears. She also had a ring through her left eyebrow.

“Ummm yeah not happening”

“Oh c’mon” She whined again.

Since when did she turn into such a whiner?

She spent the next few minutes whining some more and trying to convince me to at least get one more in each ear.

I didn’t cave.

I decided to change the subject. “So how are things?”

“Boring,” she said, “school is dull without you. I had to sit by myself in class and in lunch and I had to listen to those three nerds talk about stupid stuff”

“Oh poor you”

“I’m giving you the finger right now”

I laughed. “So what’s the verdict on me?”

“Well everyone knows by now you’re in the hospital. Thanks for letting me know you got out by the way.”

Oops.

“Anyway, there’s some interesting theories about what happened. None of them close to the truth. It’s going to be fun when that comes out” she said then paused for a moment. “What is the plan for that anyways?”

“Medical condition,” I said and quickly told her the company line.

“You think that will work?”

I shrugged. “We’re meeting with the school people on Monday. Hopefully, if things go well, I’ll be back in school on Tuesday”

“So how’s your Mom?”

Ah, the elephant in the room.

“How do you think?”

“That bad huh?”

I quickly told her about what little I saw of her over the week then about the incident in Emily’s office. She thought it was awesome that Emily actually threatened to fire her. When I got to the part about my grandfather, Kate was ecstatic.

“I never thought he had it in him,” she said, impressed.

“Yeah, surprised me too”

“So you think your Mom will play nice?”

“Doubtful”

We talked a bit about how my Mom was cracked then I had to ask about the boys. I almost said “other boys” but realized I was no longer in that category.

“You need to call John. He feels really bad. He said you had a bit of a tiff before the game. He somehow thinks whatever happened is his fault”

Shit.

“I told him everything. He got a little annoyed at me when I told him I wasn’t going to see a doctor about it”

“No problem there anymore,” she said laughing.

‘What about Greg?”

“Neither John nor I knew what to say. I think most of the school thinks your appendix burst or something. We were going with that”

Wow, that’s going to be fun.

“Hey guys it wasn’t’ my appendix, just my manhood”

“Hey,” she said, after another moment of silence. “Snap a pic of yourself and send it my way”

“Why?”

“I want to know if I should be jealous”

I groaned. I spun my phone around and took a quick selfie. I felt like such an idiot. I sent it to her anyway, though.

“You bitch,” she said after a few secs.

She laughed though so it was all good.

“Seriously, though, you look so different.”

“Really?”

“Ok so maybe you still look like you but a girl you. Does that make any sense?”

“I think so”

“Ok so I see some Hannah in there a bit and some Sara but it’s mostly you. Just a softer, more feminine looking you”

“I was feminine enough”

“Not like this, though”

Well, that’s comforting.

“So you want to hang tomorrow?” she asked, jumping to another topic. “Hit the strips, do some window shopping. Maybe blow some of that birthday cash of yours?”

More shopping?

“You’re ok with that?”

“It’s Saturday. What else is there to do in boring town?”

She was right about that.

So we made our plans. She’d be by about ten in the morning or so. She said she’d arrange a ride. We’d hit the stores, maybe get some lunch afterward. Exactly what I did today with Sara. Except this time, it would be with Kate. As much as I loved going out with my sister today, I was really looking forward to tomorrow. After we made our plans, I let her go.

I thought about calling John but decided against it.

I did text him real quick, though.

OUT OF HOSPITAL. FINE NOW. TTYL---C.

Simple and to the point. I shut my cell off before I got a reply. I didn’t want to be one of those girls, you know waiting around for that text. I hated those girls. I went to the computer after that, replied to some of my emails then hit the Xbox. I groaned when I saw my gamertag---Lazerguy26. Hey, I made it when I was ten all right. It was stupid and pointless now, though. I decided to leave it be and made a new account. I would have to replay all my games again but I didn’t care. I was planning to get a One anyways.

Setting up a new profile was a pain in the ass, though.

New Tag too.

PixieSoccerGirl.

I liked it.

I spent the rest of the night jumping from one multiplayer session to another. I learned something important too. When guys found out you were actually a female gamer, they could be real scumbags. It got especially worse when I kicked most of their asses. I ended up reporting more people than I’d ever reported before. A couple of them ended up on my Ignore list. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was safe to shower with bleach afterwards.

Guys were pigs.

Yeah, I said it.

I’m glad I’m not one of them anymore.

Yeah, I said that too.

Author’s note: As I’m sure all of you know, comments are life blood to an author. I’m not begging or demanding, but I certainly would appreciate anything you have to say (or ask). It doesn’t have to be long and involved, just give me your reaction to the story. Thanks in advance...EOF