A Rose by Any Other Name Vol. 02

-CHAPTER EIGHT-

I woke up feeling like shit, still fully clothed from just passing out in bed. I never did that. I was dehydrated, and my head throbbed. Something was off today, but that is to be expected after yesterday's nightmare and, well, my whole last month. Stress and anxiety were becoming my two best friends.

I rubbed my eyes, wiping away the sleep, and my skin felt weirdly soft under my palms. Bree's routine must've done a number on me. My arms brushed the hoodie's lining, and I flinched. Since when was the fabric this scratchy? I knew I overdid it when I shaved everything; why did I even shave my arms? There was no way anyone would notice.

What a night last night. I can't believe I worked as a Sweet Cheeks girl. I can't believe Bree kissed me. I still can't believe how little my tips were.

I dragged a hand through my hair, and it felt silkier than usual, the strands slipping through my fingers like I overdid it with conditioner. What product did Bree use in my hair? Also, was it, I don't know, any longer? Does stress cause hallucinations?

Sitting up, I winced. A dull ache radiated from my chest. Fuck, did that stupid bra leave bruises, or was it because I slept on my chest for a change. I patted my hoodie; I felt a jolt, sensitive and tender. This day was going to be a long one, for sure!

I glanced at my phone. I slept in but still had a few hours before class, but I should get up. I swung my legs off the bed and stood, very uneasy. My balance felt off, fuck did those heels mess up my balance? Great, just great.

I took off for the bathroom, my hips swayed like last night, and I bumped my desk and almost fell over.

Fuck! That really hurt. I rubbed my hip, and was it already swelling up?

Damn, those heels made me walk weirdly, and it seemed like, subconsciously, I was still doing it. What was wrong with me today? I glanced down, and my hoodie looked weird to me as well.

The pressure in my bladder flared up, but it felt strange... almost lower than usual. I shuffled to the bathroom with uneasy steps and locked the door behind me.

The urge to pee started to overwhelm me. I rushed to the toilet, still half-asleep, yanking down my jeans. They fought me. Since when did these stupid things dig into my hips like that? I won the war, though, and collapsed onto the toilet with a groan.

I always sat to pee, an old habit formed by using stalls to avoid the urinals. I couldn't bear anyone seeing me.

Then the release came, but...

No stream, no real pressure, just warmth? A trickle...

Was I still asleep? Everything this morning has been so damn weird.

Then I looked down.

No. No, that's not... that's not what's supposed to be there.

"What the fuck?"

My hand slapped over my mouth. My voice was high and shaky. It was the voice I used for Rose, but without trying. But who cares about that now?

What I saw was not my dick. Just... folds. Pink and alien.

I poked it.

Oh no.

What was even happening?

Cold sweat broke out, and I felt my heart pounded erratically in my chest. My breathing ragged. I bolted upright, my pants and boxers tangling around my thighs. I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was going to throw up, but I needed answers, so I lurched toward the mirror.

My reflection stared back at me, wild-eyed and pale. I didn't want to see it. Something was really wrong. My desire to know overcame me, and I slowly lowered my gaze down...

"Oh no! Oh no, no, no! FUCK!!!!!!!!!"

I clutched the counter, my still red nails digging into the laminate. My reflection blurred. My breaths came in shallow gasps. My fingers trembled as I reached down, barely daring to touch it again.

This isn't real. This can't be real. Is this real?

I had to touch it again just to check and make sure. My fingers slid against a soft and moist slit. A jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, and I yanked my hand back instinctively.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck!

It couldn't be real. It just couldn't be.

I kicked my pants across the room and tore my hoodie and shirt off over my head, standing there now completely naked and shaking.

It wasn't just my penis.

My waist dipped in where it never had before. My hips flared out slightly, womanly. My skin looked smoother. I twisted in each direction, frantically checking every angle, not believing anything I was seeing.

Then my hands went to my chest.

Unlike before, it was puffy. It was not mine.

I pressed my fingers to my nipples.

"Holy shit!"

They instantly hardened before my eyes, sending another shock through me. I gasped and stumbled back against the wall.

I turned around to look at my ass. It was rounder and fuller, no longer a pancake butt.

Everywhere I looked, everywhere I touched, it was confirming the impossible.

An impossibility I couldn't believe. This had to be a dream.

My breath came in sharp, panicked bursts, and the room spun.

This isn't happening. This isn't...

Then, like a punch to the gut, the memory of last night hit me. The shooting star. "I wish I was a better girl."

"No. No, no, no!" My voice still sounds higher pitched, like I had practiced as Rose, but now it came out naturally.

I slid down the wall, my legs giving up. On the floor, I grabbed my legs, curling myself into a ball. My fingers dug into my thighs, causing a sharp pain that did not wake me up from this nightmare! The skin was softer now, too. Every moment was a new discovery.

This wasn't a prank? This wasn't a dream?

This was real.

I started to cry.

I don't know how long I stayed on the floor, but eventually the sobs stopped. My eyes were blurring, and my throat burned. I closed my eyes and held them tight, hoping I'd be awake when I opened them. This was just some fucked-up stress dream.

But when they opened... nothing changed.

I wished to be a girl, and now I was one...

How many times have I fantasized about this happening, but I was never serious, was I?

Did I actually want this? No, you idiot, it was just a fantasy...

My stomach twisted as I stood up and grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiping my face with shaking hands and then wiping my vagina. My vagina? It felt so strange down there. My heart continued to race.

I gathered my clothes and rushed into the safety of my bathroom before Chris showed up.

I locked all my doors and made sure my blinds were closed. My paranoia was taking over, and I needed privacy.

I collapsed onto the bed, my body making a lighter flop than I was used to. Exhaustion dragged at me, but my brain wouldn't stop spiraling.

My phone was in my hand before I realized it, and my finger was typing questions.

Did shooting stars grant wishes?

Penis disappears overnight?

How do I hide being a girl?

How do you know if you're transgender?

Bottom surgery?

I got no answers that explained anything. What happened to me was only depicted in fairy tales, fantasies, and porn, never in reality.

I doom-scrolled for a bit. It wasn't helping.

What the hell do I do now?

Be careful what you wish for...

What I wished for...

I dropped my phone beside me, frustrated. As I checked where it landed, I saw them.

Breasts.

Small, but they were undeniable. They sat high on my chest, the skin flushed from earlier. My nipples were hard, I'm sure, reacting to the cool air of the room. My nipples? My fingers moved tentatively, reaching out for the dusky pink areolas, slightly larger than I expected. I reached out, and I detected a faint, foreign bounce.

I could not look away.

My fingertip brushed a nipple, sending a jolt through me, electric and wrong, right. I pulled away, ashamed.

This is my body?

My gaze lowered further, my hands clenching the sheets. Everything looked slightly smoother, slightly softer. It was my body, but different, or maybe there was no change? I never looked at myself like this. Perhaps I was overreacting?

My hips were wider; that much was true. I unclenched and traced the side of my hip, admiring the shape.

My eyes then traveled down my soft tummy, moving toward, moving lower. And then...

Wow.

Earlier, I only caught enough of a glimpse to realize what happened, but now I was looking down at my new pretty bald pussy. My penis was gone but in its place... My chest rose and fell in shallow, shaky breaths. My hands twitched to move. Inch by inch, they trailed down my stomach until it stopped right above my vagina.

What was happening to me? I should go to a doctor. I should research more. None of that mattered now; I could do those things later.

I really shouldn't touch it, should I? My lust overrode my mind, and my fingers slipped down, tracing the slit. It felt warm. It was already moist. The skin was smooth, silky, and slippery, and I gasped, unable to hold back. My fingers brushed over the nub at the top, and it was the most intense feeling ever!

"Holy shit..."

My heart rate quickened, and my breaths became strained.

My finger circled the nub again, the clitoris? The pleasure rippled through me. I did it again and again, and oh my god! I couldn't stop.

It was all real. And it felt so fucking good!

I let out a soft moan and then snapped out of it, yanking my hand away.

The sound reminded me porn. It was lustful and girlish.

What am I doing? I'm masturbating! I was playing with myself! I've done this a million times, but never like this!

I looked down at myself. My pussy. My breasts. No penis.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone, and with one hand, I recorded a video while the other hand continued to play. I was panting and moaning. It was so fucking hot!

Is this what it feels like? It never felt like this as a man.

I shoved a finger in, and it slid in easily, followed by another. It felt amazing. I was fingering myself, and I was losing control.

"Holy shit!" I moaned, recording everything.

My body felt incredible! It had to be a dream. It was wonderful.

I tried to explore every inch of me, finding the spot that would make me explode. I was soaking the sheets, my scent thick in the air.

I dropped my phone. I needed both hands! My now free hand grabbed my breast and squeezed hard. My tits felt nice, and squishy and oh-so-sensitive.

I played with my nipple, and it made me go crazy.

Then I went to town on myself, fucking me senseless.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

My whole body went rigid, and I felt something inside me break.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

I convulsed, and everything tightened around my fingers. My other hand pressed down, trying to increase the sensations.

I was cumming. My whole body seized up as waves of pleasure surged through me, deeper and more wonderful than anything I'd felt before. Wave after wave. I wanted this to last forever!

It stopped, but my hand continued, and a few aftershocks rocked me.

Eventually, I was able to pull my fingers out. They were drenched.

What the fuck was that? How could it feel so good?

I was still gasping.

"That... was..."

My voice was still girly.

"Amazing..."

And a little too high.

I put my fingers to my nose. The smell was intense and intoxicating, and I had a taste. I just had to. They tasted wonderful.

I couldn't wait to do that again.

The reminder on my phone went off, snapping my attention away, saying it was time to prep for class.

Fuck that! I turned it off quickly.

I was too distracted and too exhausted to think. I should be embarrassed. I should be concerned. I should be freaking out. Should I feel guilty? Honestly, I have no idea what to feel. All of that can wait.

Instead, I lay on the bed enjoying the afterglow. The room felt warmer now, and my skin was damp and sweet. My chest rose and fell shaky, uneven breaths giving my breaths a slight jiggle. My fingers trembled as I brushed them over my smooth stomach, still feeling faint echoes of pleasure tingling through me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Everything was so new, so foreign, so strange, and so lovely?

I can't believe a wish on a shooting star actually came true, and before I knew it, I dozed off to sleep, naked and satisfied.

To be continued...