Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 24: Everything is Different

"-an! Ian! Ian, wake up!" I feel someone shaking me, and grunt in reply. I'm tired. My body is still recovering from the night before. But it's the woman I love shaking me.

"What is it?" I ask, squinting up at El. She's looking down at me with an expression that's a cross between anxiousness, awe and concern.

"You're- you're you again," she says. I blink up at her. Then I remember my dream and look down at myself. Breasts, tiny waist, wide-ish hips. I seem to have more muscles and the scar left from a gash I'd gotten at the construction site on my calf is still there, but I'm mostly Brianna again. I gasp, and feel up my boobs, making sure they're really there. I even stroke my own pussy. No more dick.

Part of me is disappointed about that.

I look up at El, who's staring at me in wonder. Would she hate me now that I was female again?

She smiles, and my fears melt away. She grasps my hand in both of hers.

"I told you you'd turn back," she says, squeezing my hand.

"I'm- this isn't a dream?"

She shakes her head. "You're a girl again. It's really happening. Unless I'm the one dreaming," she says.

"I don't think so," I say, and examine my hands. They're small, slight. A girl's soft hands. A little coarser than they were before.

"You should go," El says suddenly, and I realise she's staring at the door. "No one will be awake now, you should go before they wake up."

I blink at her concerned face, and glance at the clock. Six a.m. on a Saturday. No one would be awake. "You're right... It'd be bad if they discover Ian gone and me in his place, wouldn't it?"

"That's putting it mildly," she says. "You should make it look like you left in the night... Just take your valuables."

I snort. "What valuables?"

She rolls her eyes. "Just take your money."

I look at her. "Right..." She gets out of bed and I admire her naked back as she makes her way to her wardrobe and goes through it, pulling out a few articles. She throws them to me.

"These should fit you. Not your usual, but..."

"They'll do," I say, and inhale the scent on them. El definitely had a thing for citrus scent. And now so did I.

"Stop smelling my clothes and put them on!" El protests, her cheeks reddening slightly. I smile at her.

"Okay, okay." I throw them on and El dresses as well. I stop by my room on the way out and take my 'valuables', including my Christmas presents – the scarf, the mp3 player, the carved whistle. And most importantly, the wristband El had given me. Then we sneak down the stairs. Lucky for us, we don't encounter anyone. I pause on the doorstep, and turn back to El. I open my mouth to say something, then close it. I don't know what to say.

She smiles. "I'll see you in school."

I nod. She leans up as I crane my head, and let our lips meet. She pulls away before me, a look of concern on her face. I wonder if she's disgusted because I'm female. El's not particularly bi after all.

"You should go. It'd be bad if anyone sees you."

I nod and kiss her nose. "I love you," I whisper softly into her ear. She smiles in reply.

"I love you too." She gives me a half-hearted shove. "Now go."

I leave her doorstep, throw her one last longing look, then make my way back home. It's quite a distance away but I can handle the walk. I've been carless for a while now.