Jack always had the feeling that something was wrong with his life.

He always felt withdrawn; friendships were really hard to make and never lasted long. Even his family seemed distant to him; they hadn’t even spoken for months. The only real contact he had was with his sister, Sarah, and she only ‘tolerated’ him.

Then came the day it all changed…

Jack awoke late that morning, feeling really tired.

Then, he realised he was lying on top of his duvet, not in the bed itself. He was also not wearing his usual clothes at all…

He was wearing an ivory-coloured ribbed polo neck jumper, and a long faux leather maxi skirt, as well as leggings and a neat shiny set of women’s shoes. There was also a distinct set of ‘bumps’ under the jumper, as well as nothing between his legs…

Jack let out a high-pitched shriek and shot off of the bed, bounding upright. He almost fell straight down again, as his centre of gravity had changed due to the breasts.

The whole room didn’t seem to have changed at all; there was, however, a mirror propped up on his desk, turning it into a dressing table.

He was staring at himself in the mirror in shock as his sister came into the room…

“You ok, Jackie?”, she asked. “I thought I heard a shriek. How come you’re dressed already… hang on, that was what you were wearing last night. Don’t tell me you’ve been out all night again…!”

“Is this your idea of a joke?”, Jack asked. “Dressing me up like this? I’m not a sodding girl!”

“No, not yet”, agreed Sarah. “The operation’s not until next month. I must say, though, the hormones seem to have done most of the work. Those breasts are really impressive.”

“No, no, this is a crazy joke”, Jack said, ripping off the polo neck and frantically trying to undo the bra.

“Hey, hey, calm down”, Sarah said. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Sarah came over and tried to hug Jack, but he pushed her away.

“As far as I know, this was your idea”, he said. “Turning me into a sodding girl…!”

He started crying, affected by the unbalanced hormones.

“I’m not a girl…”, he whimpered, sinking to his knees. “I’m not…”

Jack ended up letting Sarah hug him and he cried himself out on her shoulder.

“Are you having second thoughts, love?”, she asked.

“I haven’t even had first thoughts yet”, he replied. “This wasn’t my idea. Someone’s done this to me. I want to go back to being me!”

“Jackie, I’m sorry, but you can’t”, said Sarah. “You chose hormone therapy to change yourself. It’s irreversible…”

Jack just started crying again.

“I’m telling you, I didn’t choose this”, he wailed. “Someone’s done this to me!”

“Come off it, it takes ages”, said Sarah. “Surely, you’d have noticed. Besides, you’re actually quite an attractive woman.”

There was a knock on the front door.

Sarah got up and went to open it.

Their mum, Fiona, was there.

“Is the little twerp about?”, she said.

“Come on, mum, we agreed. Jackie can make her own choices.”

“I refuse to believe my son can make a passable woman. He was a waste of space as a man, and he’ll be the same…”

Fiona suddenly stopped talking and her mouth dropped open.

Jack had put his clothes back on and come out of the bedroom…

“Holy cow…!”, was all she said.

“Hi mum”, said Jack.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes…”

Jackie was a real stunner. The hormones had done an incredible job. Curly long blonde hair, D cup breasts, a tight bubble butt and legs like matchsticks poking out from under the skirt.

“How much of that is padding”, Fiona asked suspiciously.

“It’s all me”, said Jack. “I wish it wasn’t…”

“She’s having second thoughts”, said Sarah.

“Looking like that, why the hell would you want to go back to being a loser like Jack??”, Fiona cried. “You’re gorgeous.”

All this just started Jack crying again. Both Sarah and Fiona rushed over and hugged her.

Jack had realised there was no going back. Whoever had started the process, whether it was his idea or not, he was now Jackie. Everyone seemed to like her more, as well.

“I’ve got nothing to wear”, she wailed. “I’ve no idea where these clothes came from. At least it’ll tell us what sizes I am.”

“Girls shopping trip!”, squeaked Sarah. The three of them then hit the stores together…

Jackie was very self-conscious being out to start with, as she still thought of herself as a man. She had to keep asking Sarah and Fiona for help, and they loved it. The three were laughing and giggling as they helped Jackie choose a new wardrobe.

As they went around, however, they noticed people kept staring at them. They then realised they were staring at Jackie…

Jackie was acting as such a natural, bubbly girl that people were falling in love with her. Her laughter was infectious; her smiles lit up the room.

“See”, Sarah said. “How could you ever think you weren’t doing the right thing?”

Jackie blushed. It only made her even more adorable.

Then the sales assistant passed Jackie her phone number on the receipt. Their hands touched.

“I was hoping you were into girls”, the woman said.

Jackie wasn’t sure what to say. Did she tell this woman that she used to be a man? At the moment, she still had her ‘male parts’ down below, but not after the operation next month.

The sales assistant, a cute dark-skinned girl called Natasha, felt uncomfortable. She thought she had been wrong about Jackie. Then Jackie kissed her, in full view of everyone.

“I am into girls”, she whispered into Natasha’s ear. “However, it’s because I used to be a man…”

Natasha’s eyes went wide. “Wow! I’d never have guessed…!”

“You don’t care?”, said Jackie.

“Nope, not in the slightest”, said Natasha. “It’s you the person I fancy. I don’t care what sex you are, but you make a gorgeous woman, anyway…”

Sarah and Fiona had slinked off to the café, while all this was going on. Natasha had started her break, so the two of them joined them.

“Somehow, I knew that was going to happen”, said Sarah. “You sneaky vixen…!”

Jackie just smiled…

Jackie and Natasha really got on well.

Natasha sat by Jackie as much as she was allowed when she went in for her operation; doctors had advised her to carry on with having it carried out as her health would have suffered if she didn’t.

When Jackie woke up after, Natasha was right by her bed, sitting in the chair next to her.

Nobody ever solved the mystery of Jacks transition to Jackie.

Everybody thought it had been her idea in the first place, and she had been having second thoughts; even Jackie was thinking that, now. After all, you can’t do something like that to someone without them knowing, can you?

Why was Natasha looking so pleased with herself…?