Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 3: Such Wonderful Friends

I wake up, gasping. I'm all sweaty. That was some dream. I'm greeted by the familiar sight of the canopy above my bed and this calms me somewhat. I catch my breath. The heat and pain had felt so intense, so real.

I put on my robe, and frown. It feels kind of tighter. But it's early in the morning, and I'm barely awake. I pay it no mind.

Walking to the kitchen, I see my mother watching one of her soap operas on the kitchen TV, as she gets breakfast for both my dad and me. She doesn't need to, we have a chef, but she says she sometimes wants to feel like she's doing something in the household. I know. Total embarrassment, right? She could at least fix her face and hair before attempting to poison my dad and me.

"Ugh, mom, bed hair much?" I frown, why is my voice so deep? I sound like a man. Gross. I clear my throat as much as I can, making those yucky noises as I do. Whatever, I'm at home. No one to really judge me.

"Bry, what-" She turns around and steps back once when she catches sight of me.

"What?" I ask. My voice is still unnaturally low. God. Did I catch something?

"Are you..." Mom hesitates to continue. "Are you one of Bry's boyfriends?" she asks. Mom had given up trying to control me long ago. She's too soft, and my dad spoils me. There's no one at home I can't manipulate.

"Boyfriends?" I ask. "Are you blind? Do I look like a guy?" I frown, when I realise my hands are bigger than they were the day before, my manicure marred. Mom continues to stare at me with wide eyes.

Sensing something amiss, I rush back to my room and head straight for my en-suite. Mom doesn't stop me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in a pink robe is a guy. A very hot, blonde guy, but a guy. My hands reach out to press against my reflection, as the other runs down my neck where there's an Adam's apple is bobbing there. My chest is flat, not to mention wider. I pull off the robe and drop it onto the floor. What I see is a man's body, with a great big cock hanging between my legs.

"Holy shit!" I yell, shocking myself at how deep it is. "What the fuck- Why am I a guy?!"

I look back into the mirror. My hair is still beyond my shoulders, with the bright highlights in them, my skin is still as flawless and tanned as before and my body is still as toned as ever from all the gym-time I put in.

But it is completely and totally male.

"Bry?!" The door opens to reveal my dad. He stares at me with wide eyes, then with a choked voice. "Are you Brianna's... boyfriend?"

"No, dad, it's me! I'm Brianna," I say. He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I think you should go, before I call the police," he says.

"But dad- It's really me!"

"Get out of my house," he tells me sternly. I had never seen my dad this angry with me before. I'm so confused, I comply before he can start using force on me. I leave the bathroom, go to my walk-in closet and put on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. They used to be my dad's, so they're comfy and loose... when I was a girl. In guy-form, I'm taller and my shoulders are larger than my dad's. I feel like I'm about to burst out of them. "Those are Bry's clothes."

"I can't find mine," I tell him. "I'll give it back to her in school."

He shakes his head with a sigh. "Where is Brianna?"

"She took off," I lie.

He purses his lips into a fine line. "Alright. Now get going," he tells me.

I nod, but pause as I eye my purse, the one I had used the night before, with all my money and cards in them. But dad is watching me too closely. I pass by my mother on the way to the door and she's looking at me worriedly. I want to tell her everything, and my dad too – but they don't believe me.