Cliff woke up and rolled over not yet wanting to open his eyes. He did not know what had woken him up and he did not care in the slightest. It was Christmas today and he should be getting out of bed all excited like when he was younger but he was too tired. The small amount of whiskey he had had at the family gathering last night might have had something to do with it. Being newly 11 by a month he was almost a man, well a teenager at least, and his father had allowed him to have a small shot. It tasted awful and burned going down his throat. Things got vague after that and he didn't remember even getting home and in bed. He knew that it could have been an hour or so getting home with the bad road conditions to their house in Elm Grove.

He shifted again when he felt something funny. It was like his pajama sleeves had crawled up to clamp on his upper arm. It wasn't tight enough to cut off his circulation or anything but he could just feel it. As he became more awake he noticed an absence of his pajama covered feet it was like his pajamas had no feet and had worked up to his thighs. The bed covers were heavier too. He opened his eye that was not buried into a pillow. It showed a pillow case cover that was light pink with tiny yellow and white flowers on it. The ruffled edge not to far away of the same material. It was not his usual dark blue pillow case.

Cliff leaned up on his arm to get away from the girly pillow. This exposed his other arm that was not in a scrunched pajama but a girls nightie that had capped sleeves with blue edging and embroidery. The front of the nightie was the same way except at the bottom of the neck opening where a small blue satin ribbon sat in a bow. The material of the nightie felt like cotton but finer and softer. It was warm enough he supposed. Looking around he saw a girl's bedroom. White walls with pink flowered wallpaper at the top edge. A fancy shaped glass over the now dark light instead of his normal bare light bulb. The window had lace curtains over a dull white curtain that covered the window at moment.

Around the room he saw a small shelf that had stuffed animals, some barbies and various barbie vehicles and sets stored neatly away. Next to that was a standard electric baseboard heater that ran along the wall leading to a wooden night table. Turning around in bed let him see a closet with painted white doors. The other side of the room had a small desk with drawers on it all of wood and a small wooden chair with some cushion on it. The top of the table had a wooden box with glass doors on either side of the small drawers. A jewelery box of some type. There was also two curling irons, three brushes and a hair dryer placed neatly beside a large box that contained something with no top on it. There was a mirror behind that but the current angle did not let him see much.

There was the closed door painted white with a small white coat hanging on it that he assumed was a robe or housecoat. Beside the door was a wall mounted mirror that was bordered in wooden trim of some type but occupied most of the section floor to ceiling beside a wooden dresser with brass colored handles. That ended at the wall before a space next to an identical night table to the one on the other side of the bed he was on. It was a canopy bed not the most expensive either from the looks of it. The top most layer was a matching bedspread to the pillow cases while there was a thick quilt of some sort underneath it. The visible designs probably meant something to someone but he had no idea.

At a guess Cliff had spent the night in a cousin's house but that didn't feel right. The room itself was almost the same size as his at home however none of his hockey equipment was around, his cluttered model desk, shelves of assorted toys half broken or other such junk he had gathered over the years. The carpet was different too. His had a dark brown while this was a light almost white color. He stepped out of the soft bed and found there was some pink slippers by the bed. It was also apparent that a cousin had done up his nails both hands and feet. They had a coating of pink on them even though one of the toes looked half ruined somehow.

Cliff also noticed a few other things. His almost bare arms with its normal darkening peach fuzz was gone and was smooth. When he lifted up the bottom of the nightie that fell to his calves he could see that the same hair on his legs was gone as well. He stepped to the mirror to look at himself in it. His hair was a mass of light blond curls. His eyebrows looked different too the whole look gave him a girly appearance despite his flat chest. What really bothered him was the light blue earring in each ear. Small studs but still his earrings let him know someone had pierced his ears. The funny thing was he couldn't feel them being sore or anything. He pulled out one of the earrings to see a hole that was perfectly healed. He was still looking at this when his door was opened by his mother.

"Well young lady are you not excited to open your presents like your little sister?"

"Mom what happened to me?" Cliff held up the earring he had pulled from his ear as evidence.

"What do you mean Clara? Oh did you loose the back to your studs again?" Cliff shook his head back and forth.

"Well then what do you mean?" his mother asked with a tilt of her head.

"I look like a girl!" Cliff said hoping it would explain everything.

"Well of course you do sweetie! What else would..Oh no not that shit again!" his mother never swore. This was a bad sign as her face seem to darken into anger. She grabbed his arm tightly and shook him once.

"Now you listen to me Clarabell Emily Caswell. You are not a boy! You will never be a boy! You are a girl and you will act like one. Am I clear?" Cliff frightened did not know what to say and merely shook in his mothers tight grasp.

"I said am I clear?" She asked with anger in her voice.

"Yeah mom." He replied.

"Talk normal young lady! Am I clear!" her voice had raised as if to get into his head.

"Yes mommie." Cliff held back tears. His mother had never acted this way to him before. Seeing his tears his mother dropped to her knees and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh sweetie! I'm sorry. I know your going through a rough time right now as you are not developing like the other girls your age. Your appointment with the specialist is on Friday. I'm sure he can figure it out for you and then before you know it you and I will be shopping for your first real bra. Wont that be so fun?" she spoke to him.

Having no idea what else to do he just nodded which seemed to help calm her down. She asked him if he needed to use the little girls room to which he also nodded. Cliff hurried to the bathroom locking the door behind him. The toilet seat was the same as he remembered and he raised it. He pulled down the panties that he was wearing to pee finding that his penis was now really tiny compared to what it used to be. His balls also seemed to be missing with the scrotum being almost completely pulled into him. He found he had trouble urinating as the muscles he was used to using were not working anymore causing him to dribble into his hand before it fell into the toilet.

While he didn't really get much on himself except his hand he still wiped himself down with toilet paper before washing his hands in the sink. He was about to leave when he remembered that the seat should be down. His little sister Kim had once almost gotten stuck in the toilet because he had left the seat up. He quickly put it down and pulled up the panties. It felt weird to have panties on instead of y fronts. But what really felt weird was the absence of his balls and the itch of his growing in pubic hairs.

Cliff stood there with the panties in place giving him the look of a girl. The girl he was now supposed to be according to his mom. What had happened to him? He had no idea or even any idea where to start. All he knew was that he was supposed to be a girl named Clara and his mother expected him to act the part. Having nothing to really go on except what he had seen the girls at school do or his sister he would have to try his best. Acting like himself was also a bad thing from the way things had gone just a few minutes ago.

He exited the bathroom to find his mother waiting for him with her hand outstretched like she did for Kim. It felt silly to put his hand into hers like a little kid again but she seemed to expect it. He followed his mother down the hallway into the kitchen where his eight year old sister Kim was already eating from a bowl. She was wearing a nightie similar to the one he was wearing. Not know what else to do he looked at the way Kim was sitting and tried his best to copy her. It felt a little weird to sit with his back so straight and on the edge of the chair.

"Knees young lady." His mother said to him as more than a reminder. It took him a second to realize what she meant and put them closer together like Kim did. This seemed to be what she wanted as she just nodded before fixing him a bowl of cereal. The amount in the bowl was less than he was used to. Before it would almost fill the bowl but this was halfway down the bowl instead.

"Something wrong sweetie?" His mother asked. Thinking this might lead to no breakfast at all.

"No was just thinking." he said.

"Bet Clara is wondering what new dresses she actually got." Kim said with mischievous grin on her milk splattered face.

Instead of denying that in any way he put his face down and ate his breakfast. Strangely he found his stomach was quite full on just that little bit. Kim was impatient as she waited for Cliff to finish his breakfast and then even more impatient as the two of them were made to wash their faces and brush their teeth before they were allowed to descend on the presents.

Cliff would open gift after gift hoping this morning was all a bad dream. It was not as there was bra's with padding that this mother smiled at him for. He smiled back as she seemed to want that. The panties, pantyhose packs, a new slip, and a Christmas themed dress with its own petticoat were among the tame ones. There was also packages of barbie clothes as well as costume jewelery. His father had gotten him a rather complex looking makeup kit that his mother looked daggers at his father for.

When all the presents were unwrapped there was a pile of paper. A pile of girly clothing, dolls, barbie stuff galore, along with other stuff all belonging to girls. Not one stitch of boys clothing or something even close. His father got a bunch of sockets and wrenches and some golfing gear.

His mother got some perfume and other presents he couldn't identify easily but were apparently from him or rather from Clara the girl he was now supposed to be. His father offered to clean up the paper, which was a new one on Cliff as he had always done it, while his mother shooed the two girls upstairs. The fact that Cliff was one of these girls bothered him. Once in his room his mother quickly followed with a pair of scissors to remove tags and clips from the gifts. The lingerie was supposed to be washed already so she gave him that to put on. The bra was a little lost on him as he had never worn one before. But apparently Clara had not worn anything more than a training bra either.

His mother lovingly helped him to position the foreign item onto his still mostly flat chest but he did notice that the nipples around his chest were just a bit puffy. The dress was a challenge and he was grateful for his mother's help as she zipped him up. He knew however that he would also need her help to get it off sometime later as well. He did ruin one of the pairs of pantyhose, which got his mother upset, before he followed her advice to put them on after scrunching up the toes. The mysteries of makeup were lost on him. This was just as well as his mother told him no makeup.

His earrings got changed to small gold hoops and his hair got a small jeweled barrette. His mother pronounced him done and that they should go help Kim get ready. Kim was busying playing on the floor with her new barbie clothes, dolls, and the one car she got. She had not made any attempt to put away any of her new clothing nor get dressed. His mother actually gave her a small spat on the bum for this. Before she could get away with seemingly anything.

As further punishment Kim got her hair put into ribboned pigtails. Something Cliff had not seen on his sister since she was 6 years old. When Kim was dressed very similarly to what CLiff was wearing their mother left them alone. Cliff helped Kim put away her presents, toys, and clothing. For some reason he kept sneaking peeks at himself in the mirror, much to Kim's amusement. Each time he saw a girl dressed much like his sister. Pretty if a little plain.

When the two of them went back to the living room to look for anything they might have missed they were surprised to see that both parents had gotten dressed in the meantime and were waiting for them both. The new, well to him, long girls coat that would protect his dress felt heavier than his old ones.

The rest of the day was spent going from relative to relatives for various Christmas gatherings where everyone seemed to remember only a Clara and not a Cliff. Whenever he switched to less than girly talking his relatives would ask why he spoke so funny.

Clara did receive one or two more presents, mostly from games she won, but then so did most the children. It was two exhausted girls that fell asleep in the back seat of the car for the ride home that night.

Clara adjusted fairly well to her new life and by the time she saw the specialist on Friday she had gotten used to being a girl. There was still a part of her that insisted she was really a boy but even she didn't really believe it anymore.

Epiloge

The endocrinologist one Dr. Peters. Examined Clara including a mild pelvic exam. She had Clara bend over to receive a very mild booster shot in the rear. The shot would, as their main doctor and the endocrinologist believed, would kick start the young girls ovaries to produce the normal levels of estrogen in her system.

As far as the doctor was concerned she had a small piece of skin that was pulling her clit outward from her vagina making things difficult for her to pee. Before they could proceed however Clara was to go for a special xray exam just in case.

Due to the bureaucracy of the modern medical system Clara had already been back at school in Elm Grove for a month before the exam was scheduled. By that time Clara had already outgrown her Christmas bra's, much to her mother's delight, and was well into an A cup already.

The tests showed that her uterus, ovaries, tubes and canal were a little immature for a girl her age and sat a bit lower than normal. Otherwise she appeared to be a regular girl with a small deformity. Surgery was scheduled for the beginning of the Easter break as it was a minor one.

Far away across the ocean in the overly warm sub levels of the Vatican a new name was added to an anomaly. The computer matches the name of one Clarabell Caswell to a Clifford Caswell at the same address in a small town in North America called Elm Grove. A sheet was printed off and hand delivered to the special investigations office.

Wesley Moore shook his head back and forth before opening his eyes again.

"Dammit why me?"Wesley looked everywhere but at his reflection in the store window. Everything else remained exactly as he remembered it being. Why then was this one thing so different. Finally mustering enough courage to look once again at his reflection he lowered his head.

The reflection in the store window showed a girl about his age. She had small breasts that poked out of what one could only call a school girl blouse. White shiny material, peterpan collar with ruffled edging and a small pink cross tie. The sleeves were short capped sleeves. The reflection showed the pearl like buttons down the front. The girl was also wearing a knee length pink aline skirt held up by two pink straps that went over each shoulder. In her arms was what he could only guess was a pink school blazer but it looked far to small to be a full one. Maybe a short one that barely came to her waist if she was wearing it. She also wore knee length white stockings that were encased into pink Mary Jane shoes. The picture of an innocent private school girl much like the ones he had read about in manga.

The weird part was that the girl had a face almost like his, softer and a smaller nose but his eyes for sure. She was also a good 5 inches shorter than him. Her dark auburn hair was in two pigtails with pink ribbons holding them. It was the same color as his hair. She had a single pearl earring in each ear. That in itself was freaky almost like she was his sister, if he had one. But the part that really bothered him was that she moved exactly like he did. He had first noticed her about 3 store windows back and thought she was cute enough to ask out for a date. But when he looked around for her she was nowhere to be seen.

At first he was puzzled by this and just continued on but with each window he passed he saw the same girl keeping pace with him. It was not until this window that he realized his own reflection was missing from the glass. Thus he had stopped and stared at the figure in the window. He could feel sweat break out on his brow under his short bangs. The icy chill down his back didn't help at all either. It was eerily spooky! Still Wesley forced himself to walk away from the window and continue his trek home.

It was a wonderful fall day, one of the few left in the season before he would really have to bundle up in his ski pants and winter coat. His leather jacket was still just warm enough under his regular hoodie. Today's was a Aerosmith concert replica that he had begged his mother to let him buy for school. The hoodie by itself was warm but with the jacket he would be sweating buckets.

Wesley knew that his legs would have been much warmer had he bothered to wear a full pair of tights today but they were such a pain when he had to go to the bathroom. While he did enjoy the feel of the tights swishing against his legs they were also very hot to wear in school all day.

Wesley continued the long walk home occasionally he would pass a window but he refused to look into the window as he didn't want to see the reflection of a girl in the window. As he walked he got annoyed at the way his bra straps dug into his shoulders. He was tempted to reach under the shoulder strap and adjust them but mother said he had to get used to them anyways. It was so unfair that girls had to wear the garment while boys could go around without them. Still they did protect the sensitive nipples on his chest from poking through the silk of his blouse. With each step Wesley could feel the skirt of her uniform brush against the half slip under the skirt of her uniform and it sent a thrill up her spine.

The click click of the heels of her pretty Mary Janes in pink was music to her ears. A sudden wind picked up and she felt a little too cool in just her uniform blouse so she stopped to put on the cute pink jacket of her uniform. It didn't really help that much with its 3/4 sleeves she would much rather be wearing her cute white fur lined coat but mother had warned her that she might get it dirty.

Wesley skipped up the sidewalk to her house her pigtails bouncing as they brushed the back of her head or her ears with the cute earrings she had decided to wear today. As she put her small delicate hand on the doorknob she noticed that her hand didn't have any nail polish on it which was strange as she usually wore nailpolish everyday. Thinking nothing more of it Wesley opened the door being careful to take off her favorite shoes in the doorway and place them like the good girl she was.

"Lesley is that you sweetie?" her mother called out.

"Yes mommy."

"Be a dear and get changed out of your school uniform and help me with supper before your father comes home."

"Of course mommy."

Lesley refrained from running upstairs to her bedroom and carefully like the proper young lady she was, climbed the steps so as to not show off her panties to any dirty boy that might look up her skirt. Opening the door to her bedroom she saw that it was a messy boys bedroom, rock concert posters adorned the walls and boys clothing spilled out of the open door of the closet whose hangers appeared to be missing.

Lesley closed the door of her room with a snap as she was scared. She opened the door once again to be sure and found her normal room with its pink walls, unicorn pictures, canopy bed all as normal. Her spotlessly clean floor with its white plush rug had not even a loose barbie shoe showing anywhere. Smiling that things were normal again she carefully removed her uniform and hung it up in her closet before choosing a pretty sundress in yellow to wear. The shoulder straps were just wide enough to hide her bra straps and even the pink ribbons in her hair didn't clash to much with her favorite dress. She moved to her vanity table and pulled out her nail polish to check her fingers. Seeing only one nail chipped she deftly repaired it with a coat of polish before she headed to the kitchen to help mommy with supper.

Lesley couldn't wait for daddy to come home and compliment her on how pretty she was. After all Lesley was a daddy's girl and she did not care to be anything else.

The end.

I just love my neighboorhood. Only here can it rain on halloween after everyone is out trick or treating!

It didn't just start off with a small drizzle. Oh no it had to pour buckets down in less than a minute. Of course it also had to happen after I decided to walk through the unfinished housing section too. It wasn't bad enough that I was getting poured on and soaked to the skin. Nope it also had to rain enough that the newish cement street covered in mud from all the housing work being done invites idiots in large trucks to go buy you at speed. So not only was I wet I was covered from head to toe in muck as well. I tried to keep my treat bag dry but eventually stopped at a sight and poked a small hole at the bottom to let all the water out as it was getting heavy.

Our house isn't that far from the new housing development. I had cut across here a dozen times over the last few weeks to get home quicker. So far not even a stubbed toe but today gods. On the good side I collected a number of different half broken tools that some of these workers just toss into the rubbish pile. A little work and they are almost as good as new. I even traded one or two in for some cash which I used to buy some cigarettes. I know I know an 11 year old kid has no place buying cigarettes but I don't smoke them. I sell a cigarette for dollar each to whatever junkie fool at the school needs one. It's an investment which I turn around to put against my pile of savings for a car so I can get out of this god forsaken rat hole called Elm Grove.

I can just see mom when I get home."Kyle Edward Nesbit I swear only you could dive headfirst into a mud puddle..." It would go on and on. I think she hates me. I love my mom but sometimes it's just so unfair. Little Katie my brat of a sister gets everything handed to her by my parents just cause shes a girl. To be fair I suppose I get my own stuff too. They did buy me that rad Bmx for my 8th birthday. Mom also got me this Superman costume as well even though its probably ruined now. The cape is kinda useless though since it is sewed on my back I can't even use it to cover myself from the rain. It also seems to be shorter and smaller somehow.

Back at that last house I visited Mrs. Kraus the phys ed teacher said how cute I looked. She is obviously not a comic book fan since she called me superguy or I think she did. It was hard as the last part was cut off by the sound of the truck horn. I was sure my normally brown hair was showing as this rain probably ruined that temp dye stuff to make my hair look black. I could feel rivers running down my head almost as if I had long hair. The more I walked down that muddy sidewalk the more the heel of my boots raised up from the muck. Before long it was like walking in my old rubber boots that had the wacky heel higher than the rest. I had to adjust the way I walked the further I walked.

By the time I got to our street I was freezing cold. My skin was probably turning as blue as my costume when I reached the front walk. Strangely enough mom was waiting for me and rushed over with a raincoat to protect me as I walked up the sidewalk. She asked me a few times if I was alright but I was way to cold by that point to do much talking. I was filthy from head to toe but mom saw I was far to cold and pulled me right into the shower near the garage where she made me stand under the warm spray till I stopped shivering. I can see her point as my costume was ruined anyways. Even the red shorts of the outfit looked ruined. She came in at one point and helped me to remove the superman costume and my white underwear. It was my imagination but they looked different and lighter than I remember them being when I put them on this morning.

She helped to wash me from head to toe including shampooing my hair before she wrapped me in a towel. She did it funny as she wrapped it around my chest. But then again the cold had done something funny to my chest as the nipples were pushed outwards in small triangles so I could understand why she did that. Once I was mostly dry again but still very worn out from the cold she put on just the pajama shirt on me but not the pants. She also had me step into a snug pair of underwear for bed. I think she grabbed an older pair as mine are never this snug fitting.

She also brushed all my hair backwards and then put something high on the back of my head before she tucked me into the soft sheets of my bed. It did not take me very long to fall asleep. In mere moments I was off to the land of feverish dreams. Dreams that made very little sense. I know I woke from time to time with a worried mom standing over me and offering me chicken soup. That was Wednesday night.

I eventually woke up properly feeling weak but at least I could think alright. It was morning at sunlight was pouring through the curtains in my room. Curtains in my room? When did mom put those in? Must have been while I was sick. As I got out of my bed I looked around for my slippers and saw a pair of moms on the floor instead. I guessed she wore mine to her room while I was sick by mistake. I weaved out of my room still a little unsteady on my feet but otherwise not to bad before I made it to the bathroom as my poor bladder was threatening to overflow my back teeth. I knew I didn't quite have the energy to stand up to pee like normal so I just sat and did my business instead. I guess even junior was having problems as I dribbled down under myself instead of the usual stream.

Wiping myself was a new experience with the wad of paper tissue. The roll just went zoom and in seconds I had a mass of toilet paper instead of one or two sheets. Wiping with the wad felt funny and I just assumed I was far to sick still as I didn't feel myself wiping junior or his two buddies. I did notice that my chest still felt funny. When I felt under my jammies shirt I still had the two triangles on my chest. I guessed that I got an infection or something from the mud as there was even some sort of small lumps behind my nipples. My nipples were also tender. Not really sensitive but more than normal anyways. I bet mom had some sort of yucky pills for me to take from a doctor too.

I had to use the wall from time to time to steady myself before I made it into the kitchen area. Mom immediately rushed over to me and steadied me towards the table chair. The short walk had made me even more tired than before but I was hungry. Mom brought me a bowl of her homemade chicken soup. Her soup is great as it has noodles and real meat in it. There is also potatoes, celery, and various other vegetables I cannot recognize in it. She even crushed up some crackers into it just the way I like it. The bowl was smaller and I thought I would ask for second but before I even finished that small bowl I was falling asleep at the table.

I think dad came at one point and carried me to bed as I'm too heavy for mom to carry anymore. When I woke up the next time I found out mom had also changed my bedsheets to what looked like a spare set of Katies. I guess my fevers messed up my normal sheets and mom used what was close at hand to give me clean sheets. I also noticed she had cleaned up my normally messy room as well. I pulled myself up into a sitting position and then pulled my pajama top out to see that I still had the puffy chest infection. It was like that when mom came in.

"Sweetie how do you feel now?" she asked me in a kind voice like she used to use when I was little.

"Better mom but my chest has not gone down yet. Do I have to take some yucky pills?"

"Why would you have to take pills?" she asked me with a funny puzzled look on her face.

"Cause my chest is all funny and lumpy." It should be obvious as they were pushing out the front of my pajama top a bit.

"Can I see sweetie?" which is a what I expected her to ask. So I lifted up my pajama top, which seemed longer than it normally was, for her to see. She gently probed around each nipple and when she pressed to hard it hurt. She said sorry each time I flinched but she continued until she had done both sides before helping me to put down my top.

" I don't feel anything wrong."

"But mom! Look my chest has triangles on it and there is lumps behind each nipple and they hurt!" I mean isn't obvious! Mom looked at me all serious before her face broke out in a wide grin and she laughed at me.

"Kayla sweetie it is just your breasts growing in they will get more sensitive as they get bigger. It just means that you will have to wear your bra to protect them just like us big girls do." she said it with a smile. It took me a few minutes to figure out exactly what she said and when I figured it out she had already stepped out of my room.

Kayla? Me? No my name is Kyle. Isn't it? A thought sprang into my head and I reached down for my boy parts only to encounter a flat front. Reaching under my gitch I felt for junior and his two friends. I didn't find him but I did find a small soft spot that felt strangely like what I know Katie has. I pulled up my covers and took a look. I was wearing girls panties on not my normal y front boys gitch.

Me a girl? Since when? I didn't get more time to figure out what had happened when my brat of a sister Katie bounced into my room in her white frilly blouse under a red jumper dress. She had on her lace trimmed socks and her hair was in two pigtails. She never comes into my room like that and certainly never bounced over and sat down on the edge of my bed before. Mom also followed her into my room where she laid out my superman costume pieces onto the back of a chair near a table I have never seen before in my room.

"Mommie said you are a big girl now and have boobies. Can I see them Kayla?"

"Katie! Stop bothering your sister and you should never ask another girl to see her breasts it is not polite."

"Sowwy mommie." Katie said with a sad look on her face.

"Kayla sweetie I managed to get your Supergirl costume clean for the school dance tomorrow night if you feel up to it. I want no arguments from you young lady. If you feel better you may go but only if you feel better and not before." mom admonished me. School dance? I don't recall asking to even go to it. I mean like only girls or the older guys go to it. Wait a minute, Supergirl? I made agreement noises and feigned sleep before they would leave me alone. I opened my eyes as soon as they left and stared out to my now curtained, lace curtained window.

What the heck happened to me on Halloween?