Oliver sat in the police office, awaiting his fate. A lot of things had happened in the past few days. Oliver had came home from a friend's house to find that his house had burned down. Oliver soon found out that his family had died in the fire. The firemen had done everything they could to save them, but they were not able to.

Oliver had spent the night at his friend's house while the police and firemen had cleared out the burned property and recovered what little they could from the ashes. But Oliver was only fifteen, and he would need to either live with a relative, in a foster home, or on the streets.

Which was why he was in the police station now. The police officer had told Oliver that a certain foster home had stepped in and expressed their desire to take him in. And Oliver was going to meet a representative from that foster home. He was waiting for the representative in the police station's waiting room.

Oliver's wait was up when a tall, blonde-haired woman entered the room. She was in her late thirties with a delicate face, straight, flowing hair, and a soft green eyes. She wore a black button-up shirt and black pants. "Hello, Oliver," she said. "My name is Miss Johnson. I am the chairwoman of the Y. F. F. H."

"What's the Y. F. F. H?" Oliver asked.

"It's short for Young Forever Foster Home," said Miss Johnson.

"That's a dumb name," said Oliver.

"Oh, but it has a sweet meaning," said Miss Johnson. "Everyone who lives at our foster home stays young forever."

"Um...okay," said Oliver. He assumed she meant it figuratively, that everyone who lived at the Y. F. F. H. felt like they were young because of how fun it was. "What's it like there?"

"It's the most fun place on Earth," said Miss Johnson. "We have TVs everywhere, and we have a swimming pool and hot tub. We even go on vacation every now and then. You'll live in a dorm room with three roommates, who will be your new best friends."

"It does sound cool," said Oliver.

"Well? Are you interested?" Miss Johnson asked.

"I don't know," said Oliver.

"I understand you're sad to lose your family," said Miss Johnson. "I really am. But I can give you a new family."

"I mean...I can give it a shot," said Oliver. "For a week or two."

Miss Johnson was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Okay. I'll take you to our hotel to stay in for tonight, while we find a dorm for you."

"You guys have a hotel?" Oliver asked.

"We do," said Miss Johnson. "We use it for guests who are visiting our foster home, or for people like you who are waiting for an open room."

"How long will I have to wait?" Oliver asked.

"It shouldn't take longer than a day," said Miss Johnson. "Let's get you to our hotel."

***

After going through some paperwork with the police, Miss Johnson drove Oliver to the Y. F. F. H. It was in a whole different city, several hours away from Oliver's hometown. And the Y. F. F. H. foster home was the biggest building Oliver had ever seen. It was comprised of five stories, with glass windows and balconies on the sides. There was a patio deck ringing around the base of the building.

"This looks awesome," said Oliver.

"I'm glad you like it," said Miss Johnson as she parked the car. "But we're going to our hotel for now."

The hotel was only about half the size of the main building, and nowhere near as nice. It had only two stories and was indistinguishable from the suburban homes Oliver had grown used to seeing back home.

Miss Johnson took Oliver into the hotel and led him to his room. "This is where you'll sleep tonight," said Miss Johnson. "Room service will bring you your dinner in an hour. You should shower before you go to bed tonight. There's already clothes for you in the dresser drawers."

"You got new clothes for me?" Oliver asked.

"Indeed we did," said Miss Johnson. "We can't have you just wear those clothes for the rest of your life, can we?"

"I guess not," said Oliver. "What am I gonna do for the rest of the night?"

"Play video games, watch TV, whatever you want," said Miss Johnson. "Just so long as you eat your dinner and take a shower before bed."

"I can do that," said Oliver. "Thank you, Miss Johnson."

"My pleasure," said Miss Johnson. "I will select a dorm for you. One of my employees will come in the morning to lead you to your room in the main building."

Miss Johnson left Oliver to his room, which had a bed, a dresser, a TV and video game console, and a bathroom with a shower. Oliver sat down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Just that morning, he had been a homeless orphan. And now he was going to be living in a five-star foster home. Wait...was that sentence just typed out? Oliver really was lucky!

Oliver got bored of sitting on his bed after merely five minutes. He went over to the game console and found that-lo and behold-it had Call of Duty: Black Ops 4! Oliver had been wanting that game ever since it had came out. It had only came out a month ago, but it felt like an eternity had passed. Oliver's mom had promised to get him the game for Christmas, but here it was now!

Oliver started up the game console-a PS4? That's where it's at!-and played the game for the next hour. He had to pause it when he heard a knock on his room's door. He opened it to see a waitress standing there with a tray of food. "Room service," said the waitress.

Oliver looked at the tray and saw that he had a double cheeseburger, French Fries, and a chocolate milkshake-all of his favorite foods! "Thank you," Oliver said as he took the tray and closed the door. He sat down on his bed again and ate his cheeseburger. It was the best one he'd had in a while. Usually, his family went with the generic, dimestore burgers you can find anywhere at McDonald's or Burger King or Wendy's. But this one...it tasted more like Five Guys or Fuddrucker's! The fries and shake were good as well.

After he was done eating, Oliver played Call of Duty for a little while longer, until he was starting to feel drowsy. He realized he had better take his shower soon, before going to bed. So he turned the PS4 off and went into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and saw his reflection. Oliver was thin and wiry, with deep blue eyes and sleek black hair. He had a small scar on his forehead from when he had fell on a nail at the age of seven. And now that he saw his reflection in the mirror, Oliver realized how dirty he was. He hadn't showered since the day his house had burned down, which was, like, two days ago. He really did need a shower.

So Oliver took off all his clothes and put them in a bin clearly labeled as a hamper. He took his shower, relishing the warm water and the soft soap. But by the time he was rubbing in the shampoo, he started to get a strange feeling in his stomach. It was a very, very mild cramp. He'd had this feeling before, when he ate something that his stomach didn't agree with. Oliver quickly finished his shower and grabbed a towel from the bathroom counter. He dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and went back into the bedroom.

Oliver opened up the bottom dresser drawer, wondering what kind of clothes that Y. F. F. H. would provide. But when he pulled out a pair of underwear, he knew something was seriously wrong. It wasn't a pair of boxer shorts. It was a pair of panties.

"What the heck?" Oliver asked as he sifted through the underwear drawer. But all he found was even more panties. "This can't be right," he said. Oliver opened up all the other drawers, only to find short shorts, skirts, bras, and even pink shirts. "These are girl's clothes!"

Oliver almost left the room to find room service to get help, but then he realized he didn't have any clothes on. So he wrapped his towel around the waist and went over to the door. But to his surprise, it was locked.

"Great," Oliver grumbled. "I'm stuck in a girl's room." He took his towel off and lay down on his bed. By now, his stomach cramp was starting to increase. Oliver couldn't believe how weird this was. Tomorrow morning, he told himself, he would talk to Miss Johnson and tell her the mistake she had made. So Oliver hung his towel back up in the bathroom and went under his bedsheets. It felt weird, sleeping naked, but he tried to just shake off his stomach cramp and go to sleep.

To be continued...

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...

Olivia was the third person to wake up the next day. Piper was already up watching TV, and Bailey was going through her clothes. "Good morning, Olivia," Bailey said when she saw that Olivia was up.

"Good morning Bailey," said Olivia. "Piper." Olivia got out of her bed and put her clothes back on. She had slept wearing only her bra and panties, since she had been accustomed to sleeping in her underwear as a boy. Olivia put her shirt and shorts back on, went to the bathroom, and then went and got the new cell phone she had got at the mall yesterday. She set up her old Google account on her phone and downloaded some of the apps she had had on her old phone. But when she was going to download Instagram and Snapchat, she hesitated. If the Y. F. F. H. staff didn't want her to reveal that she used to be a boy, then that probably meant she couldn't use her old social media accounts. Could she? Olivia decided to play it safe and start up entirely new accounts.

"You gonna take a shower with me?" Bailey asked as she went into the bathroom.

"Uh, yeah," said Olivia. "I probably should take a shower today."

"Then get some clothes and come into the bathroom," said Bailey.

Olivia got a change of clothes and underwear out of her dresser and followed Bailey into the bathroom. They went past the bathroom stalls and into the shower area. Behind the wall was a bench and a line of shower nozzles on the wall. Below each nozzle was a shelf with soap bars and shampoo bottles.

"Wait, these are the showers?" Olivia asked.

"Yes," Bailey said as she took off her shirt. "We all shower together."

"Uh...okay," said Olivia. A week ago, she would've been happy to be in a room with a naked girl. But for some reason, the thought did not arouse her now.

"What's wrong?" Bailey asked as she unclipped her bra. "Are you self-conscious?"

"No, no," Olivia lied. She took off her own shirt and shorts, then put them on the bench. She slid her panties off her body, then fumbled off her bra. Bailey did the same, and now they were both fully naked. They showered together, scrubbing their bodies and washing their hair. Olivia felt a little weird, having to take a shower with another person doing the same right near her. But it was over within ten minutes. After she turned her shower nozzle off, Olivia got a towel off of the bench. She dried off her full body, but when she went to her hair, she found that it was quite different. Her wet hair flopped around like a wet rag, and there was no way she could cry it off just by wiping it with a towel.

"Do we have a hair dryer?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, we do," said Bailey. "It's in one of the drawers by the sink."

"Got it," Olivia said as she got a towel to wrap around her body. She knew she was going to have to wrap the towel around her whole body, instead of just tying it around her waist. She carefully wrapped the top of the towel around her so that it hid her breasts, while also concealing her butt and vagina. She walked out to the sink, opened a drawer, and got out the hair dryer.

While Olivia was drying her hair, Valeria walked into the bathroom. "Hey Olivia," said Valeria.

"Oh, hi there," said Olivia. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," said Valeria. "I just got a text from Stephanie. She's having a pool party this evening."

"Who's Stephanie?" Olivia asked. "She a friend?"

"Yes," said Valeria. "She and her roommates are our friends. We often hang out with them, have sleepovers, go out to the mall. They're nice people."

"Huh," said Olivia. "When's the pool party?"

"This evening," said Valeria. "At the mansion's swimming pool."

Olivia put down her hair dryer. "Oh crap, I don't have a swimsuit. I just realized."

"That's okay," said Valeria. "We'll go out and get you one."

"We couldn't have got one when we went out yesterday," Olivia grumbled as she felt her hair. It felt pretty dry now. She went back to the shower area, took her towel off, and put on her clean clothes.

***

After breakfast, Olivia went with Bailey and Valeria to the mall to get a swimsuit. Olivia ended up getting a red one-piece swimsuit, despite Bailey's suggestion to get a bikini. Olivia knew her late mother would not approve of her wearing a skimpy swimsuit. When she had been a boy, his mom had only let him wear swim trunks, and never a Speedo. So she knew a bikini would not fly past her mom's radar if she were here.

That evening, Olivia went to the pool party with Bailey, Valeria, and Piper. The foster home's swimming pool was on the first floor, just down the hall from the cafeteria. The pool was as big as an average public swimming pool, with its shallowest point being four feet and its deepest point being thirteen feet. There was also a hot tub.

There were six other girls there when Olivia and her roommates got there. "Hey guys!" one girl said. She wore a black bikini and had gray eyes, a pointed chin, and short black hair. "Is this the new girl?"

"Yes," said Bailey. "Her name's Olivia."

"Hi Olivia," said the black-haired girl. "I'm Stephanie."

"Hi Stephanie," said Olivia. "So you're having this pool party?"

"Yes," said Stephanie. "We've got pizza, and soda, and chips. And, uh, yeah. Enjoy the pool party!"

Olivia got two pieces of cheese pizza and a cup of Sprite. She ate her food, then went for a dip in the pool. The water was so nice. It wasn't cold but it wasn't too hot either. It felt great.

"Hey Olivia, want to see a trick?" Bailey asked.

"Sure!" said Olivia. She watched Bailey get up on the diving board and walk up to the edge. Bailey jumped on the diving board a couple times, using it as a trampoline. On her fourth jump, Bailey went up in the air, tucked her arms and legs in, and cannonballed into the water.

"You think that's something?" Stephanie asked. "Just watch this." She got up onto the diving board, got a running start, and jumped off the edge. She somersaulted in the air before splashing into the water.

"Nice one," said Olivia.

After they did some more jumps off the diving board, Olivia went into the hot tub with Bailey, Stephanie, and one of the other girls, named Sarah. "So, are you liking it hear?" Stephanie asked Olivia.

"Yeah...yeah, I am," said Olivia. "It was a little strange, adjusting to this, but I like this place."

"It took me, like, a week to fully adjust," said Sarah. She was a dark-skinned girl. "But now I love it."

"I've been here for a year," said Stephanie.

"Do we have school here?" Olivia asked.

"Well, not right now, in July," said Bailey. "But yes, Miss Johnson signs us up for school in September."

Olivia laid her head back against the pool deck and felt the hot tub's jets going against her body. It felt so good. She had to admit, this really was a nice place. She still didn't know why and how she had turned into a girl, but she didn't care as much now. She had gotten used to her new body, and the other girls here were treating her well. She was starting to think being a girl wasn't so bad.

To be continued...

For the next week and a half, Olivia continued to live her life at the Y. F. F. H. with her newfound friends. They spent their days going to the mall, watching TV, having sleepovers, and swimming in the swimming pool. One evening, Olivia even went to the movies with Bailey and Stephanie.

But it all changed one day. Olivia had arranged to hang out with Valeria, Piper, Stephanie and Sarah at Stephanie's and Sarah's dorm. Bailey was supposed to go too, but she had to stay in her dorm because she had gotten the barfs earlier that day.

Olivia had stayed in the cafeteria a little longer than everyone else, since she was coming down with stomach cramps and wanted to give her dinner some time to settle in her stomach. When the cramps died down, she got up and left. She was leaving the cafeteria after dinner to go to Stephanie's dorm when she ran smack into Miss Johnson.

"Well hello Olivia!" said Miss Johnson. "I haven't got to see you since you first came here!"

"No, you haven't," Olivia said. All of a sudden, her mind was surging with questions that she had wanted to ask Miss Johnson.

"I hear you're liking it here," said Miss Johnson. "Is that true?"

"It is," said Olivia. "I'm enjoying myself. But...but how did you turn me into a girl?"

Miss Johnson just smiled. "Oh, I can't tell you that. You wouldn't understand it anyway."

"But-but I want to know," said Olivia. "I'm glad you gave me a new home, but-"

"It's really complicated," said Miss Johnson. "I cannot begin to explain it to you."

Olivia sighed. "Well, then-"

"But have you kept the secret?" Miss Johnson asked, now in an undertone. "That you were once a boy?"

"No," said Olivia. "That woman said I'd be terminated-"

"Excellent," said Miss Johnson. "But that doesn't mean you can't have friends here."

"Oh, yeah," Olivia said, remembering where she was going. "I gotta go meet some friends." She went down the hall to where she knew Stephanie's dorm was. But while she was walking by her apartment, she felt a wetness on the bottom of her pants. Olivia stopped in her tracks, wondering what was going on. Had she sat on a wet spot? Did she accidentally let loose some pee?

Olivia decided to investigate. She went into her dorm room and made a beeline for the bathroom. As she went, she walked past Bailey lying in the top bunk. "Olivia, what are you doing?" Bailey asked.

"Just-just checking myself," Olivia said as she went into the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. She pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. But one look at her panties told her something was seriously wrong. There was a big spot of blood on the panties. Olivia doubled over to look inside the toilet, and she saw blood dripping from her butt.

"Bailey!" Olivia called, panicking. "Help me!"

"What is it?" Bailey asked from the bedroom.

"I-I think I got my period!" Olivia called as she unlocked the stall door. "Could you come get me a tampon?"

"Do you not have one?" Bailey asked as she came into the bathroom and went over to Olivia's stall.

"No," said Olivia. "I'm new to this whole period business!"

Bailey frowned. "Aren't you, like, fifteen?"

Olivia bit her lip. "Just-just get me a tampon! And a new pair of underwear!"

Bailey went and got a tampon from the sink's drawer, while Olivia slid her shorts and panties off her body. She kicked them aside as Bailey came back with a tampon. With a little help from Bailey, Olivia was able to insert the tampon into her vagina. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but she was able to settle it in so that the blood stopped coming out. Then Olivia walked out of the bathroom and got a new, clean pair of panties from her dresser drawer.

"How are you feeling?" Olivia asked as she was pulling the panties up.

"Better," said Bailey. "I haven't thrown up for the past hour, but my stomach is still feeling icky."

"Hope you get better," Olivia said as she put on a pair of jeans.

"Have fun at Stephanie's place," Bailey said as Olivia left.

"I will," Olivia said as she left.

At Stephanie's dorm, Olivia hung out with Valeria, Piper, Stephanie, Sarah, Andrea, and Vanessa. Andrea and Vanessa were Stephanie's other dormmates. They played some party games, watched a few episodes of Stranger Things, and then decided they wanted some ice cream.

"We should go to Dairy Queen," said Piper.

"No, let's just go to the ice-cream counter at the cafeteria," said Vanessa.

"That ice cream's disgusting," said Stephanie. "We should just buy some ice cream sandwiches."

They took a vote and decided to go to the Walmart on the corner and buy ice cream sandwiches, then go eat them at the foster home's swimming pool. Valeria paid for the box of chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches, and then they went back to the foster home. Stephanie, Sarah, Valeria, and Andrea went back to their dorms to change into their swimsuits, but Olivia, Piper, and Vanessa went straight to the pool. Piper and Vanessa didn't feel like swimming, and Olivia was still feeling her period cramps, so she didn't think it would be a good idea to go swimming.

But while Olivia was eating an ice cream sandwich, dipping her feet in the water, she could feel the cramps going away. She was almost tempted to go back to her dorm and change into her swimsuit.

"You sure you guys don't want to swim with us?" Valeria asked as she lowered her body into the water.

"I mean, I guess I can go back to my dorm and get my swimsuit," said Olivia.

"Or you can just swim in your underwear," Andrea suggested. She was wearing a purple bikini and was about to go off the diving board.

"Can we do that?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah. You can," said Andrea.

Olivia hesitated. By now, she had gotten used to walking around her dorm only half or partially dressed. But outside the dorm, it felt different. There was less privacy, more...

No, Olivia told herself. It wouldn't be that different from wearing a swimsuit. After all, a bikini was, essentially, a bra and panties made out of swimsuit material. Besides, at least it was all girls here. If there was a boy in the room, it would be a whole different story.

So Olivia finished off her ice cream sandwich and stood up. She took off her shirt and shorts, revealing her underwear for everyone to see. She went up to the pool steps and descended into the water. She settled into it, swimming gracefully through the water. She went off the diving board a couple times before she decided to go join Valeria and Stephanie in the hot tub.

"Wow, Olivia," Valeria said as Olivia walked up to the hot tub. "You're soaked."

"I know," said Olivia. "I just got out of the pool."

"Yeah, but look at your bra," said Valeria. "I can totally see through it."

Olivia looked down and saw that her nipples were bulging out through the damp fabric of the bra. "Maybe I should've gotten my swimsuit after all," she said.

"It's okay," said Valeria. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." She winked.

"Something a boy would love to see," said Stephanie. "I should know," she added under her breath.

Olivia's heart missed a beat. "What did you just say?"

"I, uh..." Stephanie hesitated. "I-I meant that I know firsthand that a boy would like to see your nipples, because I was-"

But before she could finish her sentence, a loud alarm blared. Red lights flashed throughout the room, and everyone froze in their tracks. Miss Johnson burst into the room, followed by two women dressed in black. "What did I just hear?" Miss Johnson asked. For the first time, she did not have a friendly smile. Every line in Miss Johnson's face was full of fury. Her eyes were angry enough to make anyone want to crawl away and hide.

"What-I-nothing!" Stephanie cried.

"I heard you," Miss Johnson scolded. "You were divulging secrets to your dormmates and their friends."

"She didn't even finish her sentence," said Olivia.

"Well, we're going to make sure she doesn't," said Miss Johnson. "Stephanie, come with us. The rest of you, go back to your dorms."

"But we-"

"NOW!"

The girls knew this was not the time to argue. They quickly got out of the pool and left the room. They didn't even bother to retrieve their clothes, they just went back to their dorms in their swimsuits and (in Olivia's case) underwear. Meanwhile, Stephanie was escorted down the hall by Miss Johnson and the two dark women to...who knows where.

"What happened?" Bailey asked as Olivia, Piper, and Valeria came into their dorm.

"Stephanie started talking about something," said Valeria. "And Miss Johnson somehow heard her and came in."

"She took Stephanie," Olivia said as she peeled off her wet bra. "And she told us all to go back to our dorms."

"What did Stephanie talk about that made Miss Johnson so mad?" Bailey asked.

"Well, I had came out of the pool with my bra all wet," Olivia explained, pausing to let her breasts bounce. "And Stephanie said a boy would like to see my nipples through my bra."

"She said it like she knew firsthand," said Valeria. "I think she was going to say she used to be a guy."

"What is she, transgender?" Bailey asked.

"I don't think so," said Piper. "Miss Johnson doesn't allow trans kids at the Y. F. F. H."

"Maybe she was just joking?" Valeria suggested.

"No, Miss Johnson said she didn't want Stephanie to tell any secrets," said Valeria.

"But what was Stephanie going to say?" Piper asked.

"I don't know," Olivia said darkly. She had taken off her wet panties and put on some dry ones. Unknown to her dormmates, she knew what Stephanie was going to say. Judging by what had happened, Olivia suspected that Stephanie had been a boy before coming here, and Miss Johnson had turned him into a girl and told her to keep it secret. Olivia knew that Stephanie would likely be "terminated," as Olivia had warned she would be if she revealed that she used to be a boy.

But what did this mean? Was every girl here a boy originally? If so, did Miss Johnson want everyone to think all the other girls were already girls to begin with? She was going to have to find out.

To be continued...

Olivia slept in the next morning. When she finally woke up at around 8:00, she reached for the spot where she usually left her shirt and pants when she took them off before bed. But then she remembered that after the fiasco last light, she had simply put on a new bra and pair of panties to go to bed.

"Hey Olivia," Valeria said as she walked into the dorm room from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her body. "You ready to go get breakfast?"

"Well, I should probably take a shower first," said Olivia. She got out of her bed and went into the bathroom. She went straight into the shower to see that Bailey and Piper were soaping down in there.

"Good morning, Olivia," said Bailey. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"I guess," said Olivia. "How about you?"

"Not great," said Piper. "I was pretty worried, with the security cameras everywhere."

"Security cameras?" Olivia asked as she wriggled out of her bra.

"Miss Johnson has security cameras everywhere in this building," said Piper. "That's how she caught Stephanie running her mouth last night."

Olivia slid off her panties and laid them on the bench with her bra. "How do you know that?"

"I was texting Sarah last night," said Piper. "She knows, somehow."

"Does she know what 'terminated' means?"

"No. No one does. This is the first time someone here has been terminated," said Piper. "And no one has seen or heard from Stephanie since last night." She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, then turned off her shower nozzle. Then she picked up a towel off the bench and started to dry herself off.

"But what was she going to say?" Bailey asked. "I'm really curious..."

"It's probably just nothing," said Piper. She wrapped the towel around her waist, not even bothering to conceal her breasts. "Stephanie was just being stupid." She walked out of the shower area.

But Olivia knew it wasn't just nothing. She knew that Stephanie used to be a boy-Steven, maybe his name was?-and she had accidentally let her tongue loose. Olivia knew something was going on here, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. But to do that, she'd need to tell someone her secret. And she couldn't do that in the foster home with Miss Johnson's security cameras all over the place. She'd have to have someone meet her outside of the foster home.

But who could Olivia trust? Stephanie? No, she was terminated. Sarah? Piper? Valeria? Andrea? No, Olivia wasn't sure she could trust them. But then she saw Bailey, scrubbing shampoo into her hair. Bailey...Bailey was Olivia's best friend here. Maybe she could trust her.

"Hey Bailey?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah?" said Bailey.

Olivia paused. She knew she had to be careful how she worded her question, since Miss Johnson was watching. "You want to go get lunch at Chipotle today? Like a sit-down meal?"

"Sure," said Bailey. "Should we invite Sarah, or Valeria, or-"

"No, just the two of us," said Olivia. "I'll pay for it."

"Okay then," said Bailey.

***

Later that day, Olivia and Bailey walked down the street to the Chipotle down the street. They got in line and ordered a couple of burritos to eat. Once they got their food, they sat down at a cubicle.

"Bailey, there's something I need to tell you," said Olivia. "It's about the Stephanie incident last night."

"Are we just going to keep dwelling on that?" Bailey asked.

"I know you're tired of hearing about that, but this is important," said Olivia. "I think I know what Stephanie was going to say."

"Well, then, let's hear it," said Bailey.

"She was going to say that she used to be a boy before she came here."

Bailey's eyebrows knit together as she looked at Olivia suspiciously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am," said Olivia. "Trust me, I know. I was a boy before I came here."

Bailey was stunned. "I...I don't believe you."

"Trust me," said Olivia. "My name was Oliver. Miss Johnson found me and brought me to the hotel she has next to the foster home. I went to sleep there that night, and I woke up as a girl."

As Olivia expected, Bailey was looking at her all weird. "Are you..."

"Honest," said Olivia. "I'm getting scared now. At first I thought Miss Johnson was just changing me to fit in with an all-girl's foster home, but now I'm starting to think all the other girls used to be boys."

Bailey shook her head. "I've been a girl all my life. And so were the other girls that Miss Johnson took in when she first started her foster home."

Olivia had a new thought. "Are all those girls still here?"

"Yes," Bailey answered. "But Miss Johnson has got, like, a hundred more girls since then."

"When did she found the foster home?"

"Five years ago."

"Then...she's been turning lots of boys into girls!" said Olivia. "But how is she doing it? And why?"

Bailey sighed. "Even if you're right, that Miss Johnson can turn boys into girls, how do you know that every girl that she took in was originally a boy?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yes you did."

"Well, I think something's going on here," said Olivia. "And I needed to tell someone the truth. But I didn't want to get terminated. Bailey, please promise me not to tell anyone what I've told you. Please. Miss Johnson will terminate both of us."

Bailey nodded. "I promise," she said.

"Thank you," said Olivia. "Now let's go."

Olivia and Bailey left Chipotle and went back up to the foster home. But on the way back, Olivia saw a familiar black car. The black car parked in the parking lot in front of the hotel. "Hey," said Olivia. "That's the car Miss Johnson used to take me here."

"It is?" said Bailey.

"Yes," Olivia said as she watched Miss Johnson step out of the car. With her was a tall, muscular teenage boy with straw-colored hair and a thin mustache on his upper lip. He followed Miss Johnson toward the hotel.

"Oh boy," said Olivia. That boy was probably gonna be Sarah's, Andrea's, and Vanessa's new dormmate-as a girl! "See, Bailey! Miss Johnson's bringing a boy in right now! To the hotel!"

"You sure he's not just a guest visiting?" Bailey asked. "Miss Johnson says-"

"Have there ever been any guests at the Y. F. F. H?" Olivia asked. Bailey did not respond.

Once Miss Johnson and the boy had gone inside the hotel, Olivia ran toward the hotel front door. She ignored Bailey telling her to wait up and knocked on the door. "Enter," a voice from inside said.

Olivia opened the door and walked up to the hotel front desk. "Hello," she said. "Did someone just check in?" she asked the lady at the front desk.

"Yes," said the lady. "Miss Johnson just brought in a young man to stay the night."

"Oh," said Olivia. "Is he-"

Just then, Bailey came in. "Olivia, I really think we should-"

"What do you girls need?" the lady asked. "Are you looking for Miss Johnson?"

"Uh..."

"How about you go back up to the foster home," said the lady. "I'll tell Miss Johnson to meet you there."

"She's right," said Bailey. "We should go."

Olivia and Bailey went out the door and into the sunlight again. "C'mon, Olivia," said Bailey. "I know it's weird, but at least we'll have another friend."

"I'm not gonna give up that easily," said Olivia. "There's gotta be another entrance." Olivia and Bailey walked around the exterior of the hotel, hoping to find a back door. They were lucky, finding a metal beige door at the back end of the hotel building. Olivia pulled the handle, and to her surprise, it wasn't locked. The door opened to a dark hallway lit only by dim lights from the ceiling.

"I don't think we should go in there," said Bailey.

"Well, we have to, if we're going to get to the bottom of this," said Olivia. She entered the hallway, with Bailey right behind her. The two girls followed the hall all the way to a staircase that led down into a basement under the hotel. Olivia went down the stairs, wondering what she'd find down there. Would there be a secret science lab? A prison cell?

At the bottom of the stairs, Olivia came to another door. She opened it and found herself in an underground room full of tables and desks. There were tools and papers strewn about the desks. On one of the tables, there was a line of beakers and vials right next to a black cauldron that sat on top of a stove.

At the end of the room was a cylindrical glass pod tall enough for a human to stand in. In fact, there was a human inside. It was a teenage girl standing against the back of the pod. She was held in place by metal cuffs around her thighs, wrists, and neck. There were IVs in her right arm, belly button, and forehead. She had no clothes on, and her hair was tied up in a hair bun. Olivia recognized the girl, too.

"Stephanie?" she exclaimed.

"That is her!" Bailey gasped.

Olivia ran up to the glass pod and pressed her hands against the side. "What happened to you, Stephanie?" she asked.

"Maybe this is what Miss Johnson meant by being terminated?" Bailey suggested.

"It might be," said Olivia. "We've gotta get her out." Olivia looked at the pod, trying to find some kind of release clamp. She didn't find any on the sides, so she figured it might be on the top. Olivia tried to climb up the side of the pod, but then she heard footsteps from the door they had came in from. Olivia turned to see a familiar face standing in the doorway, her face livid.

"And just what," said Miss Johnson, "Do you think you're doing?"

To be...concluded?

Olivia was paralyzed with fear at the sight of Miss Johnson in the doorway of the lab. The woman was just as angry as she had been last night, when she had took Stephanie away. She was looking angrily between Olivia and Bailey. "Why are you two down here?"

"Olivia made me," said Bailey.

"And why did you stick your nose where it doesn't belong?" Miss Johnson asked.

"I-I wanted to know how you turn boys into girls," said Olivia.

Miss Johnson snorted. "Well, perhaps I should tell you, since you're gonna end up terminated anyway."

Miss Johnson waved her hand, and the doors slammed shut. Bailey tried to open them, but they were locked. "I turn boys into girls with magic," Miss Johnson explained. "It's my specialty, as a witch."

"I should've known that!" said Olivia. "You put a potion in my food that I ate at the hotel, didn't you?"

"Indeed I did," said Miss Johnson. "But to make that potion, I need a certain ingredient-the X chromosomes from a young girl. My potion takes that X chromosome and imbues it into a boy's DNA. The X chromosome overpowers the Y one, diminishing it to nothing, so there is only X chromosomes. That is what turns a boy into a girl."

"To get that X chromosome," Miss Johnson continued, "I need to harvest it from a girl. I usually take a random girl off the street, but when one of my girls is terminated, she comes here."

Olivia looked at Stephanie, strapped inside the medical pod. "So these pods suck the X chromosome out of her...how?"

"It goes through her blood and sifts through the DNA," said Miss Johnson. "Then it converts the chromosome into a liquid I can use in my potion."

Olivia looked at the IVs that were inserted into Stephanie's body. "Is she...dead?"

"Not yet," said Miss Johnson. "She will be when my machine has extracted all of the X chromosome it can."

Olivia felt sick to her stomach. "Are...are you..."

"Yes," said Miss Johnson. "You and Bailey are going to be harvested for X chromosome as well. Until it kills the both of you."

"No!" said Bailey. "I didn't want to come here!"

"Well, you should've thought of that before you followed Olivia's bad example," said Miss Johnson as she snapped her fingers. Two more medical pods, just like the one Stephanie was in, appeared out of thin air. "Take all your clothes off, now."

"But-"

"Strip. Now."

Olivia and Bailey reluctantly untied their shoes, pulled off their socks, and took off their shirts. "Why do you do this?" Olivia asked as she took off her shorts.

"To get rid of all the boys in this world," said Miss Johnson. "Boys are so messy, and arrogant, and rude. The only way to get rid of them is to replace them all with girls."

"I never did anything bad when I was a boy!" Olivia exclaimed. "I was good!"

"So you think," said Miss Johnson. "Every boy is a jerk, no matter what they think. And my whole family is aiming to turn them all into girls and make this world a better place."

"You're crazy!" Bailey said, pulling her panties down.

"No I'm not," said Miss Johnson. "But I'm not as smart as some of the other witches in my family. You should've seen what my niece Christine did. She got a bunch of jerks at her school, turned them into innocent cheerleaders, and altered their memories so they only remembered being girls. I should have done that, too. Then I wouldn't have had to terminate you, or Olivia, or Stephanie."

Olivia, now fully naked, stepped up to the nearest pod. "Does it...hurt?"

"See for yourself," Miss Johnson said as she shoved Olivia into the pod and slapped metal clamps around her neck, wrists, and thighs. Then she inserted a needle into Olivia's arm.

"Ow!" Olivia screamed right as she felt the needle nosing its way into her veins.

"I'm sorry, Olivia," Miss Johnson said as she closed the pod shut. "I'd rather have terminated Vanessa or Riley than you."

***

Olivia fell asleep after an hour of being strapped inside the pod. She felt for certain that she would die within hours of being trapped in the pod. She was certain the Stephanie would die any hour now.

Olivia felt so sorry for dragging Bailey into this. Bailey had been her best friend at the Y. F. F. H. She was never a boy. She didn't deserve to be terminated.

But after sleeping through the rest of the day, Olivia woke to a pounding outside her pod. Her eyelids fluttered open to see Valeria outside her pod. "Olivia!" said Valeria. "Are you still alive?"

"Yes," Olivia said, fighting against her bonds. "What are you doing here?"

"We'll get you out," said Valeria. She climbed up onto the top of the pod and found the release clamp. Valeria undid the clamp and opened up the pod. Valeria got down and pried open the clamps holding Olivia in place. Olivia collapsed down to the floor. "Get up," said Valeria. "We can't stay here for long."

"We? Who's we?" Olivia asked.

"Us," said a familiar voice. Olivia looked up to see Piper, Sarah, and Andrea standing there. They had already released Bailey and Stephanie from their pods. Bailey was wide awake, but Stephanie was unconscious.

"You came for me?" Olivia asked. "How did you know we were down here?"

"I saw you from our dorm's window," said Valeria. "You two went down into the hotel and didn't come out. I got worried when I didn't see you at dinner. So I came down here to investigate. And now we're here to get you out."

"But-where are we gonna go?" Olivia asked.

"And we can't go naked!" Bailey added.

Piper held up a bundle of clothes. "Put these on," she said.

"Oh, thank you so much," said Olivia as she snatched a shirt, a skirt, a bra, a pair of socks, a pair of panties, and a pair of shoes. "What about Stephanie?"

"You should take her with you," said Andrea. "If she's still alive."

"Stay with me, Stephanie," Sarah was saying. She was kneeling over Steffanie, poking anf prodding her face. "Please wake up. I don't want you to die."

Stephanie wearily opened her eyes. "Sarah...is that you?"

"Yes," said Sarah. "We're rescuing you. Olivia and Bailey are gonna take you to go somewhere else."

"Where?" Stephanie asked.

"Away from here," said Valeria. "Far away, so Miss Johnson doesn't find you."

"But what are we gonna do about Miss Johnson?" Olivia asked. "We can't have her keep turning boys into girls against their will!"

"Nothing we can do about it," said Bailey.

"We should-"

"-Stop arguing for right now," said Valeria. "Get some clothes on Stephanie and take her out of here. Get as far away from here as you can."

"But where will we live?" Olivia asked.

"You'll have to find somewhere," said Valeria. "But we'll miss you here."

Olivia put her shirt on and hugged Valeria, Piper, Sarah, and Andrea. "Thank you for saving us," she said.

"You're welcome," said Valeria. "Now go find a new life."

***

Olivia, Bailey, and Stephanie left the Y. F. F. H. behind them and went all the way to the end of town. They hitched a ride on a bus that went all the way to Chicago, where the girls crashed for the next few weeks. Stephanie was still weak from spending a night in the pod, so they had to live on the Chicago streets without going anywhere. They were forced to bed passerby for money, steal food from garbage cans, and drink from public water fountains.

For several weeks, Olivia felt hopeless. She and her friends were homeless now. They would never find a home now. But everything changed after a month of homelessness. Olivia, Bailey, and Stephanie were sitting in front of the Sears Tower, holding out their donation tin they had been using for the past week. One man who was walking by paused to talk to them.

"You young ladies homeless?" he asked.

"Yes, we are," said Olivia. "Could you help us?"

"Why yes, I could," said the man. "If you're looking for a home."

Olivia gasped. "You are?"

"Why yes," said the man. "I run an orphanage for street urchins. I'd be happy to take you girls in."

Olivia was suspicious of trusting foster home owners, after Miss Johnson, but this man was very friendly. And he showed no signs of lying.

"We'd love to live at your place," said Stephanie.

"Then come with me," said the man. "Call me Mr. Hart."

Mr. Hart led the girls down the street to a large, six-story building. They went inside and were brought before the front desk. "Hello there," said the man at the desk. "Are you new here?"

"They are," said Mr. Hart. "I've been seeing them on the streets for the past week. I figured it was time to take them in."

"What are your names?" the man at the desk asked.

"I'm Olivia," said Olivia. "This is Bailey, and Stephanie."

"Welcome to our orphanage," the man at the desk said with a smile.

***

From that day forward, Olivia, Bailey, and Stephanie lived their lives at Mr. Hart's orphanage. Unlike the Y. F. F. H, it was coed, so that meant they were able to make some boy friends as well. The rooms housed only two people, so Olivia ended up bunking with Bailey again, while Stephanie ended up with another girl named Geraldine. The rooms, to Olivia's surprise, were even nicer than the ones at Miss Johnson's. The mattresses were softer, the walls had a better paint job, and there were minibars in the rooms. Olivia loved Mr. Hart's place even more than she loved the Y. F. F. H.

While Olivia felt bad that there was nothing she could do about Miss Johnson and her schemes, she was grateful she was at least able to escape. And she had found two lifelong friends in Bailey and Stephanie. That in itself made her life at Mr. Hart's orphanage even better. Olivia, Bailey, and Stephanie were now an inseparable threesome. And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

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