Transformation

That uncomfortable, nagging feeling is back. I knew drinking three bottles of water before going to bed was going to do that to me, yet I still did it. Sighing, I slowly got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. The light blinded me for a few seconds causing me to squint my eyes.

As I relieved myself, I yawned and stretched my body, dragging my hands over the flat planes of my chest.

Wait. Flat chest?

Something isn't right here.

I was too tired to actually check it out so I just grabbed some tissue and proceeded to wipe myself. 

Except I couldn't.

I gasped, looking down and clutched my chest, eyes wide in shock. No, no, no, no. This is not possible. I must be dreaming. That's it! I'm dreaming. All I have to do is close my eyes and this will all go away, I thought to myself.

I stood up and slowly walked to my body length mirror with my eyes closed. 

"Okay, here we go. One, two, three!" My eyes flew open and a piercing scream ripped through the bathroom. I closed my mouth and realized it was me screaming. 

This was not a dream. It was still there in all its glory, staring at me, mocking me.

I remembered my chest and I ripped my shirt off, revealing my flat chest. I passed my hands over my chest, feeling for any kind of lump, any indication that I could still be a female.

I felt none. 

"No! This cannot be happening!" I shrieked out loud, grabbing at my short locks.

I gasped again. My long, black, luscious locks were gone. In its place was a short quiff like look.

All of the evidence was there. This is not a dream. This is in fact, real. 

I am no longer a female.