The next morning, when Oliver woke up, he no longer had a cramp in his stomach. But he could feel a need to go to the bathroom, down from his bowel region. He groggily lifted his blankets and stood up. He walked over to the bathroom. As he walked, Oliver felt something brushing against his back, along with a strange sensation on his chest. All the while, he felt strangely light.

Oliver entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror. When he saw his reflection, he nearly screamed out loud. In the mirror was a naked fifteen-year-old girl with black eyes, a thin body frame, and jet-black hair that went down to her mid-back. When Oliver moved, the girl moved. When he opened his mouth, the girl opened her mouth.

"What the heck?" Oliver asked, realizing his voice was higher. He looked down at his chest, seeing his two large breasts. He felt them with his hands, realizing this was all real. He brushed his hair out of his face, feeling that his skin was softer now.

But he still had to go to the bathroom, so he sat on the toilet. While he was doing his business, he looked down between his legs to see that there was nothing there. Oliver was now a girl.

It felt a little different, having to pee sitting down. But Oliver found that it was much easier to pee as a girl. As a boy, he had had to master his...er, aiming skills. But now, all she had to do was sit on the toilet and let loose.

After Oliver was done in the bathroom, she went out to get into the dresser drawers again. Now that she was a girl, the clothes in the dresser would actually fit her. She put on a pair of panties first. To her surprise, the panties felt comfortable around her new bigger butt, hips, and vagina. She then picked out a pair of short shorts and put those on.

After that, Oliver pulled out a bra and tried to figure out how to put it on. She wriggled her arms and head up through the bra, setting it around her breasts. Oliver then put on a hot pink shirt. She looked in the mirror again, and saw that she looked really good in her new clothes.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Oliver asked.

"It's a Y. F. F. H. manager," said a female voice. "May I come in?"

"Yes, please do," Oliver answered, remembering who had brought her here.

The door opened, and a woman came into the room. She was holding a clipboard. "Hello, Olivia," she said. "Did you have a good night's rest?"

"What happened to me?" Oliver asked. "Why am I a girl? And why did you call me Olivia?"

"Because you're a girl now," said the woman. "We can't call you a boy name."

"Well, why am I a girl?" Olivia asked.

"Because only girls are allowed at the Y. F. F. H," said the woman. "Miss Johnson had already registered you to live here. We had no choice."

"Can you change me back? Can you un-register me?"

"We cannot," said the woman. "Everything we've done is permanent. And now I'm gonna take you to your dorm room."

Olivia put on some socks and shoes that were sitting by the dresser. She followed the woman out of the hotel and up toward the main building. The woman took Olivia past the front desk and up the stairs. As they went, they passed several other girls walking around the halls.

"All these girls here," Olivia asked. "Were they boys too?"

"No," said the woman. "And Rule Number One: you are NOT allowed to tell anyone you used to be a boy. You were always a girl. Got it?"

"Yeah," Olivia said, nodding.

"I'm serious." The woman looked Olivia square in the eye. "If you disclose this information, you will be terminated. Is that understood?"

"Yes," said Olivia. A lump formed in her throat at the "terminated" word. She didn't want to know what it meant.

"Excellent," said the woman. "Now here we are at your room." She came to a stop at Dorm Number 107. "Here's your key," said the woman, giving Olivia a key. "Your roommates will be happy to take you to the mall to get you some new clothes and a purse."

"Th-thanks," said Olivia.

"Enjoy your stay!" said the woman. She turned and went down the hall.

Olivia took a deep breath. Her new life was about to begin. She opened the apartment door and stepped into the room. The room was big enough to park a car in, with four dressers, a couch, a TV, and two bunk beds. There were three other girls in the room. One was in her bed, texting someone on her phone. One of them was on the couch, watching TV. And one was folding laundry on her bed.

"Hey there!" said the girl folding laundry. "Are you the new girl that was going to come in today?"

"Yes," said Olivia. "My name...is Olivia."

"Nice to meet you," said the laundry girl. She wore a sky-blue shirt, purple jeans, and white sneakers. She had beautiful red hair, which flowed past her shoulders. She had a round face with green eyes and a wide smile. "I'm Bailey."

"Hi Bailey," said Olivia, waving. "What's your name?" she asked the girl on the couch.

"Oh," said the girl, pausing the TV. She was rather pudgy, with coffee-brown skin and curly black hair. "I'm Piper."

"And I'm Valeria," said the girl on her phone. She had short brown hair and a permanent frown.

"So...I guess I'm your roommate now," said Olivia.

"Yep," said Bailey. "And you're bunking with me."

"Cool," said Olivia. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well, today we're all gonna go to the mall," said Valeria. "So we can get you some new clothes."

"Where is the mall?" Olivia asked.

"It's just a few blocks away from here," said Bailey. "I'll just finish folding my laundry and then we can go."

***

Olivia went with Bailey, Piper, and Valeria to the mall about a half hour later. They went into the clothing store first, to get some new shirts and jeans for Olivia.

To her surprise, Olivia was really fascinated with the racks of clothes. As a boy, she would've just glossed over it, but now, she found herself looking over every shirt hanging from the rack. It took her half an hour to pick out a few shirts she liked.

After she tried on some clothes in the fitting rooms, Olivia had settled on two T-shirts and three tank tops. She also got a few pairs of jeans and shorts. But when she went to the checkout counter, Olivia realized she didn't have any money.

"Don't worry," said Bailey. "We've got you covered." She pulled out a blue credit card.

"You guys have credit cards?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," said Bailey. "Miss Johnson gives them to us. You'll get yours soon enough."

After the girls had paid for Olivia's new clothes, they went and got a purse and new cell phone for her. Then they went back to the foster home. By the time they got back, it was almost lunch time. Olivia, feeling hungry, asked where they'd get food.

"We'll go to the cafeteria," said Piper. "They serve good food there."

"Sounds good," said Olivia. They went up to the foster home's cafeteria, where Olivia noticed that everyone was female. There were no men at all. Every employee was a woman.

"Why aren't there any men here?" Olivia asked as she, Bailey, Piper, and Valeria got in line to get lunch.

"Because this is an all-girls foster home," said Bailey. "And Miss Johnson doesn't want any men here to-"

"Miss Johnson," Olivia muttered as she saw Miss Johnson sitting at the staff table. She remembered how Miss Johnson had came to her at the police station yesterday and swayed her into coming here and being turned into a girl. That lying...

"Here's your sandwich," a voice said, snapping Olivia out of it.

"Sorry," said Olivia, taking a sandwich from the cafeteria lady. She sat down at a table with Bailey, Valeria, and Piper. Olivia looked up at her roommates, who were happily eating their sandwiches like nothing was wrong. "How...how did you guys get here?" she asked.

"Miss Johnson came to us," said Piper. "After our parents died."

"Did...did she..." Olivia hesitated. "How did..."

"Whenever a local girl gets orphaned, Miss Johnson finds them and takes them in here," said Valeria. "She promises them that they'll get to live here as long as they like."

"How long have you been here?" Olivia asked.

"Five years," said Bailey. "I first came here when I was ten."

"I've been here two years," said Valeria.

"Two and a half," Piper added.

Olivia looked at her roommates again. They all looked to be about her age. "Do you...do you ever...miss your families?"

"Of course," said Bailey. "But Miss Johnson's really rich. She gives us anything we want."

Olivia looked at the staff table again. Miss Johnson was gone. "Where'd she go?" Olivia asked. "I need to talk to her." Too late, she realized she had said it harshly.

"Is something wrong?" Bailey asked.

"I..." Olivia remembered what the woman had warned her about not telling anyone she used to be a boy. "I just..."

"Just give it a few days," said Valeria. "You'll get used to living here."

Olivia sighed. "Fine," she said.

***

Back in her dorm room, Olivia got a little more acquainted with the room and bathroom. She and Bailey agreed that Olivia would sleep on the bottom bunk of her bed, with Bailey on top. Olivia also got a chance to load all her new clothes into her dresser.

"You don't have to worry about soap, or toothpaste, or tampons, or anything about that," Bailey told Olivia. "They're always stocked up in the bathroom."

Around that time, Olivia had to go to the bathroom again, so she went inside their apartment's bathroom. There was a sink with a bunch of drawers, like in a hotel room. There was a line of toilet stalls, and a shower area behind a wall. After Olivia had used the bathroom, she went back out to the dorm room. "What are we going to do now?" Olivia asked.

"Well, we can watch Stranger Things," said Piper.

"Screw Stranger Things, I'd rather watch The Office," said Valeria.

They took a vote, and ended up watching The Office for the rest of the afternoon. They got dinner in the cafeteria again, then went back to their dorm to go to bed.

As Olivia lay in her bed, she thought of everything that had happened today. She still couldn't believe she was a girl. Just twenty-four hours ago, she had been a boy. Now here she was, in an all-girls foster home. And, most of all, she had no idea how she'd became a girl. Was there some kind of magic? Did Miss Johnson have some kind of surgery done on her while she was asleep? No, that didn't seem likely. All Olivia could do was tell herself it was all a dream. She'd wake up and find out that she was actually a boy, and that he was safe at home with his family. His family had never died in that fire.

But Olivia could not have been more wrong.

To be continued...