The Tale of Dawn

Chapter 3 (Part 2):

...Come again? Did I even hear that correctly? Rosie? She was serious for once?? Well, I mean aside from the fact that she had her ways of torturing me with some kind of creepy aura that would make me question my sanity, Rosie never got serious. And yet, I knew that this was a different situation. A very different one.

Rosie continued to smirk for a moment. It looked liked she was looking over her handiwork that is my body. Totally not creepy at all, nope. I wasn't creeped out, no. I was still lost in a state of delirium. Whatever Rosie did was still in affect. She finally speaks, I could hear her clearly. "Hiya Chrissy. I bought you some slightly more comfortable clothing to wear, bras included!" "Hmm?" I asked back. My eyes dart to a single corner in the room, boxes and bags were stacked on top of one another. I could barely make out brand names like "Pink" and "Victoria's Secret,"  I was pretty sure that there were other brand names I was bound to see soon.. The smell of nail polish and makeup hit me stronger than usual. So the makeup, I'm fine with. But the nail polish was a no go for me and still is now.

"Your bust is bigger than I expected hon, that's a hassle." she says. "My whaa??" I said back, my face becomes a noticeable red coloring, I was blushing and didn't even know it. Couldn't get used to the idea of having breasts on my frickin' chest yet. I was flustered, flabbergasted, etcetera because I'm lazy when I want to be and detailed writing sucks sometimes.

"Let's get you dressed." she said. I couldn't fight against her. Again, Rosie was rather strong and I was stripped down almost instantly to nothing more than my uncomfortable boxers. I covered myself out of embarrassment and awkwardness. Rosie giggled at my actions, I glared right back at her. I didn't think it was funny at all, hmph.

So I'll spare you the awkwardness of what it took to finally get dressed and cleaned up to look a lot more decent and effeminate. It did not take that long though. As, need I remind you, I have cross dressed before. Still this was an off, gruesome ten minutes for me as I cringed at my own stupidity with each and every passing second.

My new look became something still tomboyish but less messy and with hidden details that held my gender identification in place. I was.. cute, I guess? Somehow my hair was untangled and I was able to let it flow cleanly in neat little curls.. 'She's done this before,' I thought. I came to that conclusion.

I settled back down in a chair and looked "up" at Rosie instead of slightly downward. "So let me explain in three words, I'm a witch."

I believed those words oddly enough. After what's happened to me? That's perfectly possible. I would have preferred that this was all an elaborate dream, but myself fusing with a female spirit would say otherwise. My body would say otherwise also. "Your mother is also a witch, you were set up by the both of us to become who you are now."

"Come again?" I thought I was losing my consciousness, going crazy! This couldn't be true. None of what she said was real, right?

Rosie giggles again. "Your mother has the death certificate if you want to see!" Her smile was scaring me. "Oh, and one more thing. The two of us bought you enough pads and tampons to last you long enough to get yourself together. Your uterus wants a baby but there is no baby to take care of. Good luuuck~"

"Wait, what? Hold on!" That's what I wanted to say. Too late, I could already feel my body getting heavy and my head becoming much lighter. Not again.

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The Next Day...

Hmph, this next part will suck for me. And of course, every other female on this planet who knows what lane I'm heading down... Into a fricking warzone.

You see everyone, I'm  past the age of puberty at this point. I went through it as a guy, it was not fun to say the least.

Oh, but what I'm about to tell you about now is why this story is PG-13. P E R I O D S, PMs, the devil's waterfall, WHATEVER TH F*CK YOU WANT TO CALL IT!!