I woke up a woman. Which was odd, as I went to bed a man. I knew something was up immediately. Even laying down, I just felt different. My body was weighted differently and my blood and hormones seemed completely alien to me, like when you're waaaay too drunk and lose motor control. So for awhile I just lay there, feeling strange and a little scared.
Finally I got up and fell almost right on my face. My centre of gravity had completely shifted thanks to my new found breasts (and though you guys may not realize it, a penis also provides a bit of balance control too it would seem). I got up slowly and made my way to the washroom slowly to compensate for my weight redistribution. I took off my pajamas and just stared at my naked body.
It's weird, but I started to feel kinda normal then. My crotch looked about the same, just minus the penis. I was always pretty hairless for a dude and remained so as a chick. my breasts were small and seemed more manageable naked than clothed. I flicked them up and watched them fall. I pinched the nipples and it hurt. So I didn't enjoy that kind of thing I suppose.
Really I would say the big differences were in my shape than my genitalia. I was far more curvaceous and my features were more soft and delicate. My boy hair, cut short for easy maintenance just looked cute and tomboyish now. Before you ask, no, I didn't touch the nether regions. I was too scared.
I took my first ever shower as a woman and basically just stared down the whole time, causing me to get a lot of shampoo in my eyes and cry like the little girl I guess I used to be.
I still just had all my dude stuff so I brushed my teeth and put on deodorant and tried to find something unisex enough to wear. I had to go to work in about an hour and figured I would just go in and see say I was my cousin or something and that I was sick. I finally settled on an old tank top to act as a bra with a pair of too tight cords which fit girl-me perfectly and a hoodie which was a perfect fit before but now looked too big on purpose. I had a pair of girly ballerina slipper-shoes an ex left that I never bothered to throw away. These fit well enough so I took off out the door.
I ran into a neighbor in the hall as I was coming out of my apartment and she recognized me and called me by name as though nothing was wrong or different. It was the same at the local coffee shop where I stopped for some java.
I work at a vintage clothing store in the heart of downtown and while the pay is utter shit I don't have to do much and can wear just about anything. So I get there and I start to tell my boss I'm my own cousin and I'm sick when he just says "very funny" and tells me to clock in.
It's a straaaange day. I take an active interest in organizing dresses and pumps and getting them out on display just so. What girls are wearing is constantly catching my critical eye in a catty way. I get hit on all day by the boss who makes lewd jokes and touches my shoulder suggestively and 6 different dudes who alternatively cause a rush of blood through my body or a tidal wave of horror. I even get hit on by a girl, something that's never even happened to me as a guy! Her pass is by far the best but I don't have any response, physical or verbal and she soon leaves.
When I clock out for the day I just decide to go on home and get a little drunk and see further inspect the goods. After some light exploring I drink a little too much and pass out on the couch watching an old episode of The Simpsons.
I wake up the next morning and everything is back to normal, dick and all. I have no idea how or why it happened but for a day I was a woman. It was the oddest experience of my whole life. I don't know that I really learned anything, except that similar as we are the two genders are real different in how they perceive the world and how the world perceives them, but that's nothing new. I guess the point is that for one day at least one of us guys knew exactly what you girls are always talking about.
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