From the mirror, a terrified girl stared back at me - wide, brown eyes and long dark hair with a chestnut tint. Tears welled up in my eyes. Panicking, I began to grope my body. No matter how thoroughly I searched under the skirt for what made me a man, it simply wasn’t there. My dick would’ve never fit in these tiny bikini panties. All I found down there was a slit—a narrow entrance that led deep into my lower abdomen.

Then I grabbed my chest. Two soft mounds responded to my touch, bouncing slightly with every movement, making the tears stream down my face even harder. I had breasts now—probably around a C cup. I could feel my nipples pressing into the lacy bra cups that held all that softness perfectly in place.

My hands continued downward until they reached my firm, round buttocks, which I instinctively squeezed with my slim, manicured fingers. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through me.

“What do I do now?” I whispered, clutching my now-thick mane of hair. Then it hit me - Tanya! Of course! This had to be her doing!