Richie discovers he's changed (open thread)
When: Morning on Sunday, April 5th
Where: Downtown
Who: Richie and open
What: Richie wakes up to discover he's now a she
Rating: O for "oh my gosh"
Status: Open and in progress
Richie was dreaming that there was a girl in his bed.
She was right in front of him, so he figured they must be married. And if they were married, it must be okay to touch her chest. So he did, except when he touched her chest, he could feel it in his own body. It felt a little...tingly. And nice. So that's why girls had these!
Wait. If he had them...did that mean he was a...?
Richie opened his eyes, awakened by that strange thought, and he looked around his apartment. No, everything seemed normal. He was still in the same striped pajamas he'd worn last night. And there were two lumps on his chest.
Richie frowned at this last bit of information, pulling the top of his pajamas away from his chest and looking down. Then he was extremely sorry he'd done that, and let go of his top with a gasp.
"Oh," he whispered, panicking a little. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have done that...I'm sorry!" He was apologizing to himself, but he'd always been taught not to look at girls like that...despite the fact that no one had ever prepared him to be one.
He leapt out of bed, racing to the bathroom and staring at the reflection of the mirror. A pretty girl about his age stared back at him, her large green eyes round with surprise, her curly red hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"Wow," Richie said softly, and for the first time, he noticed his new voice. It was soft and expressive, and fit very well with his...her...new appearance. Richie felt a sudden swell of pride in his (her, really, but thinking of himself as a boy for 17 years was a hard habit to break) new appearance; as a boy, he was admittedly kind of goofy-looking, but his female appearance was a step up (several, probably) and it was...it was exciting to be beautiful.
Richie wondered if this change had happened to everyone or only to him, and he decided to go out and see. He dressed as quickly as he could, considering that he now had hips that did not easily accommodate the pants he'd worn as a boy. He finally settled on a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a tan corduroy jacket, with the promise to himself that he would buy some clothes that fit him later.
Then he started downtown.
Where: Downtown
Who: Richie and open
What: Richie wakes up to discover he's now a she
Rating: O for "oh my gosh"
Status: Open and in progress
Richie was dreaming that there was a girl in his bed.
She was right in front of him, so he figured they must be married. And if they were married, it must be okay to touch her chest. So he did, except when he touched her chest, he could feel it in his own body. It felt a little...tingly. And nice. So that's why girls had these!
Wait. If he had them...did that mean he was a...?
Richie opened his eyes, awakened by that strange thought, and he looked around his apartment. No, everything seemed normal. He was still in the same striped pajamas he'd worn last night. And there were two lumps on his chest.
Richie frowned at this last bit of information, pulling the top of his pajamas away from his chest and looking down. Then he was extremely sorry he'd done that, and let go of his top with a gasp.
"Oh," he whispered, panicking a little. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have done that...I'm sorry!" He was apologizing to himself, but he'd always been taught not to look at girls like that...despite the fact that no one had ever prepared him to be one.
He leapt out of bed, racing to the bathroom and staring at the reflection of the mirror. A pretty girl about his age stared back at him, her large green eyes round with surprise, her curly red hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"Wow," Richie said softly, and for the first time, he noticed his new voice. It was soft and expressive, and fit very well with his...her...new appearance. Richie felt a sudden swell of pride in his (her, really, but thinking of himself as a boy for 17 years was a hard habit to break) new appearance; as a boy, he was admittedly kind of goofy-looking, but his female appearance was a step up (several, probably) and it was...it was exciting to be beautiful.
Richie wondered if this change had happened to everyone or only to him, and he decided to go out and see. He dressed as quickly as he could, considering that he now had hips that did not easily accommodate the pants he'd worn as a boy. He finally settled on a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a tan corduroy jacket, with the promise to himself that he would buy some clothes that fit him later.
Then he started downtown.