Once A Boy Now A Girl

Chapter 2: Sunday

I made my way downstairs and i saw that my little sister's door was shut, it was a sunday after all and the only reason my mum called me to get up was because we were going into town to buy some new clothes for the holidays. I walked down the stairs when I felt my breasts bounce up and down "damn that feels weird" I thought to myself as I opened the door to my sitting room, my mum entered the room from the kitchen and from her expression I think I almost gave her a heart attack.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" my mum inquired.
"mum its me billy, I woke up and for some reason i'm a chick" I replied. my mum clearly didn't believe me as she returned from the kitchen with a knife.
"listen to me you crazy whore you better tell me what you have done to my son, because I swear if you have laid a finger on him I will gut you like a fish and trust me I know how to use this!"
She wasn't lying, my mother grew up in glasgow before moving to cumbernauld with my dad well before he pissed off, She works for some big law firm so money has never really been a problem for us but we arent really super rich either were slap bang in the middle and since my mothers job is to make sure criminals get convicted she has a lot of enemies, the girlfriend of the last guy she convicted broke four of her ribs, after that she took self defence classes one of which was using objects to defend themselves.
"mum when I was 13 you found out I watched TG and bodyswap videos after I forgot to delete my search history...you have to believe me pl-pl-please" I said tears falling down my cheeks like waterfalls.
"oh billy come here honey" she wrapped her arms around and hugged me.
"im sorry I dont know why i cant stop crying" I whimpered.
"its all right honey its just female hormones now i'm guessing from your shirt none of your clothes are going to fit you" my mom replied and pointed at my shirt.

I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my white shirt, my cheeks went as red as a cherry and i put my hands over them.
"Don't worry honey i've had them for 36 years now can you lift up your shirt so i can work out what size you are." my mom asked as she returned from the kitchen with a measuring tape as I did I realised how big they were since my shirt was hanging off my body I couldn't really tell then my mum interrupted my chain of thought by telling me my size.
"your a 32C....wait hang on" my mom said disappearing upstairs. I looked down and pulled my shirt up further to see the two flesh mounds poking out from my chest, I was mesmerised since I had only seen exposed breasts in pictures or in pornos, one of my hands moved down and squeezed them, a wave of electricity shot through my body and I let out a feminine moan, I let go of my shirt from the shock and it fell back down covering my entire upper body and ending just at my knees "christ this was my smallest shirt and now i can use it as a f-ing dress" my mother then returned and dropped a pile of clothes at my feet. they consisted of a pokeball bra and panty set, some sweats and a white tank top,

realising what my mum wanted i took off my shirt as I turned to my mum.
"really mum I can guess the bra and tank top is necessary but i don't need the pa..." I stopped while picking up the bra I heard a rip come from behind me so I put my free hand over my boxers and my worst fears were answered
"ok I guess i'll be needing those panties" I muttered
"I was wondering how long those they were going to last sporting that in the back" my mom chuckled.I pulled down my ripped boxers and grabbed the panties and pulled them up my legs and covering the emptiness between my legs and my massive rear, I then tried to put the bra on...and failed miserably

"why is it so easy to get these damn things off but when you put them on its like escaping a straight jacket" I thought to myself as my mum helped me with the bra
"so honey do you still want to go shopping?"
"sure i'll need new clothes anyway" I said
"Fuck my life" I thought to myself.

Walking up the stairs to the front door I asked my mum a question that had been on my mind while I was getting my trainers on-at least some things stay the same
"Mum who's clothes am I wearing?"
"they belong to angela, she was having a clear out and her mother asked if I could drop them into the charity shop on the way to work" my mum replied.

Great I was wearing the clothes of angela the only girl in the entire freaking universe-outside my family that is-who would talk to me.We met in primary one when I was looking through my yugioh deck, one thing led to another and we ended up dueling, although I would say she was quite surprised when I played my "slifer the sky dragon" God card after that we became best friends.

She is your stereotypical Tomboy/Gamer/skater and her hair is always in a ponytail covered in a baseball cap and she will always be seen wearing a hoodie and jeans with some converse boots, she is about 5"5. Everyone who's friends with her including myself call her Ramona or Flowers this is due to the fact she has a different hair colour every time you see her like ramona flowers from "Scott pilgrim vs The World". When we started high school things got a little awkward-Thanks puberty- we've never went on a date but after one late night gaming session of Outlast for our youtube channel a month ago we had sex I don't know if it was the fact that we were sharing the same bed or the fact that since she isn't the most "girly" girl she sleeps in Just a pair of boxers after that we agreed we would never date so it wouldn't ruin our friendship but agreed if either of us were horny we would shag so basically my best friend became my best friend with benefits.

We were driving towards glasgow in the car-a toyota prius because my mother loves the environment and to embarrass me on a regular basis- the motorways roads were bumpy this didn't annoy me as a guy but having these breasts-god it feels weird saying that- its annoying as fuck though my mood was improved when my mother put on her CD which is probably the best mixtape ever created as "stairway to heaven" by Led Zeppelin played whenever it was just me and my mum in the car we would sing along as my little sister veronica would always complain about how there was no one direction and when "under pressure" by Queen and David Bowie came on she would say that they were unoriginal for stealing jedward's song now I have never had an urge to punch a 14 year old girl in the face but seriously I was tempted-while I was singing my mother just looked at me
"what" I asked.
"you have a beautiful singing voice"she replied.

We parked in the car park and walked into Buchanan Galleries.
"Ok heres what we are going to do" my mum said
"1. we go to hollister and get you some clothes."
"2. we go to boux avenue and get you and your sister some underwear."
"3. we go to forbidden planet if you behave."
"but mum can't I just wear angela's underwear"I cringed while arguing for just saying that.
"I don't want to be known as the guy who went underwear shopping with his mum for himself and his sister, I have only just gotten onto the social ladder and people finding out about that would be social suicide "

"Well billy I am the only person who knows that you are you so if anyone you know sees you they will go theres billy's mum with some girl and if they asked who you were I would say this is my niece.....wait we have to think of a name for you." my mum turned to me asking
" well all my friends call me B and the guys at the pit call me Shaaaa...I mean lets just call me Bee" I quickly corrected myself.
" they call you what at the pit" my mum glared at me
"Shagger....They call me Shagger" I sighed-god i was so screwed
"why on earth would you be called that" she said angrily
"because I had sex with angela!" I screamed and the 30 year old woman who was just passing turned to my mother and said "its ok my wee girl is a lesbian too once you get passed the fact that she loves another woman its basically the same plus there is no chance she'll get up the duff off a random bloke" before walking off.

We reached Hollister but before I could even get a chance to walk I was dragged over to the woman's clothes and my mum handed me a navy stripe river jetties dress

"Muuum I thought we agreed no girly clothes" i moaned
"no you said and I quote as long as you don't force me into a bikini you said nothing about a dress"my mom smiled.
"Fine but i want a burger king after this" I said strutting to the changing rooms-god I haven't acted like that since I was six. I walked into one of the empty stalls and stripped till I was in "my" bra and panties I stopped and looked in the mirror I sorted my hair and sighed.

I had always wanted to be a girl since I was 4 maybe it was due to being in a predominantly female house or maybe it was due to not having a father to bond with or it might possibly be that I was supposed to be a girl but was born a boy because come to think of it I don't find it weird wearing a bra-it feels normal- and my skin is hairless but it doesn't feel strange to me it actually feels quite nice, I started feeling my skin and i felt a strange tingling "down south" I quickly stopped myself and put on the dress it stopped mid thigh and I looked at the three mirrors so I could see it from different angles, i was sad as you could see my panties underneath and you could clearly see my bra straps " might grab some new underwear while we are in boux" I thought to myself " God what am I thinking im a guy not a girl im a guy a guy who enjoys having sex with girls, playing games,singing GOD HELP ME!!" my mind was ripping itself apart and I found myself lying on the floor with a staff member over me
"Hey shes awake ok don't get up too fast you had a seizure" she said
"What? I havent had a seizure since I was eight" I rubbed my head and my mum grabbed me tears running down her face.

"You scared me honey you hadn't came back and then when I heard this lovely woman shout that someone had fainted,god it was like when it happened before"
my mum had reason to be upset the last time I had a seizure I had almost died as I had split my head open and ended up spending a week in hospital, it turned out if i got too stressed i can have seizures which led to me developing a laid back attitude and not arguing about anything though I would shout out in anger Subconsciously.

I walked out of the store after convincing everyone I was fine the last thing I needed was being sent to a NHS hospital then having to explain why I don't exist on their records which would result in me either (a) getting prods shoved in every hole trying to figure out how I turned into a girl or (b) getting a friendly visit from the police and ending up being deported to who knows where.Me and my mum walked out and we went upstairs to boux avenue and bought some bras and panties my mind wasn't up to doing actual shopping so I just waited outside and she came out with several bags and we just went home as I was ill, I remember how I felt after my last seizure I was completely drained and just wanted to sleep. The next thing I remember was pulling up in my driveway and my mother parking the car in the garage,everything was black and I heard parts of my mums conversation with my sister
"Oh My God is that billy he looks so cute" my sister said
"honey could you grab his legs" my mum asked
"ok 1...2....."my sister was saying as i dozed off.