“Is everything alright, dear?” Mom asked. I didn’t answer her right away. I was too busy thinking and trying not to focus on the events of the day.
After what felt like an hour of sitting in a hair salon, mom was finally driving me home. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my own head as it felt like my hair now seemed so…different. The salon lady had been nice I suppose. When we walked in she was very friendly and asked if I’d ever been there before, and then took me back to get my hair done. I didn’t exactly know what to expect of course, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about the outcome. They pulled on it, washed it, combed it, pampered it, there were times where I thought my hair would be pulled out or something, but in the end, it was not. When they showed me what I looked like, I was kind of in awe. It wasn’t done up in any special way, but it looked a lot cleaner and it looked softer…clearly more feminine. I think she may have put highlights in it, but I can’t be sure as I was trying hard not to think about it.
When the whole thing was done, I didn’t know what to say about it…so we just paid them and left. I was still wearing my newsboy cap, and I still had on the same tank top, jeans, and sandals from the store. So there was only one real way to some up how I felt.

“Mom, I look like a girl.” I muttered darkly. Mom gave me a sympathetic look.
"I really am sorry, but I promise that it's only temporary." Mom said, encouragingly. "It's just for the time being."
"I know but..." I reached up and touched my hair with my fingers, twirling the strands. "It still feels weird." We finally pulled up to the house and we both walked inside. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on my bed and pass out. It was 1 PM...but I already felt like sleep was the best option.
"Would you like some lunch, Chase?" Mom asked. I shook my head, making Mom give me a concerned look. "It might help you feel better to have something on your stomach." I shrugged. I wasn't that hungry, but I didn't want mom to worry.
"Alright...fine." Mom smiled and walked to the kitchen.
"Why don't you take your clothes upstairs?" Mom offered. "I'll throw something together." I nodded and walked back out to the car and grabbed the bags and boxes of clothes. I carefully lifted them out of the car and started to carry them upstairs. As I did, I took note of the fact that my body wasn't as physically strong as when I was a boy...it was a lot more tiring to carry all of them upstairs. As I set them down on my bed, I breathed out and stretched.

"Sweetheart," Mom called, "why don't you get a quick shower, before lunch? It'll help relieve some of the stress." My heart stopped in my chest and I whirled around to the door, as if I could see mom through it. A shower would do nothing to relieve my stress...Hell, odds are it would only add to it!
"Um, I'm okay Mom, thanks." I called back shakily.
"Chase, I don't want you to stink." Mom retorted. "It's gonna take some time to get lunch together, so just get a shower and get cleaned up, please."
"Mom, I just came from a hair salon, I don't think that I'm gonna smell bad!"
"Chase," Mom said in that stern tone of voice, "I'm not arguing this with you. If you don't get a shower now, you're going to get one tomorrow morning before you go with me to work. So I suggest that you go ahead and get it over with." I groaned, knowing that there was no point trying to argue that with her anymore...so I decided to take a new approach.
"Mom...I'm just nervous about it...I mean...this isn't really my body and..." I said, trying to sound pitiful and scared. This ploy rarely worked when I was a boy...but it might have more of an effect on mom since I was a girl. I heard a pause from downstairs.
"Chase, I'm so sorry sweetheart," mom called up sorrowfully, "but I'm afraid that there really isn't any other choice. Please, for now just try to bite the bullet and get through this." I hung my head and sighed. It was over.
"Yes ma'am." I replied.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at the tub as if it was my mortal enemy....glaring it down like I would an adversary in the boxing ring. I took off my cap and my sandals and then stopped. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I knew the next few steps. Why was this so hard? Just get in, clean up, get out, and your done! Right? No...it wasn't that simple this time. I took off the tank top and the jeans, standing in my underwear. I gulped and looked down.
"Be a man, Chase....or...I guess...a girl." I grumbled. It's never a good sign when you're own words of encouragement come out wrong.
I finally undid the bra and pulled the panties down...I resisted the cold chill from the lack of clothing and turned on the shower. I stood, waiting for the water to heat up. I shook my head and finally worked up the nerve to get in the shower. I pulled the curtain around and trapped myself inside the shower. There was no going back now.
The water poured down my body and made me blush furiously as it rolled down and forced me to feel my own body. I growled in frustration and grabbed the washcloth and soap from the side of the shower. I was about to rub it on when I paused and stared at it. I couldn't help but feel myself tear up as I realized what I was about to do...and what all had happened to me in just one morning.
"This isn't fair." I whimpered. "This just isn't fair. I didn't ask for this!" I suddenly heard a knock at the bathroom door. "Who is it?" I called back, trying to hide my emotion.
"It's me," mom answered, "I brought something for you." I heard the door open and her hand reach in through the curtains. In her hands were feminine shampoo and body wash materials...from her own bathroom. "I thought you might prefer to use these." I nodded, setting my bar of soap down and taking the toiletries from her.
"Thanks." I whispered.
"Start with your hair first, dear...then do the rest of your body." I groaned and turned away from the curtain.
"Please mom, just go away." I muttered. There was a moment of silence where the only thing audible was the sound of the shower water running and spraying my body.
"I...I'm sorry, sweetie."
"I know just...just go, please?" I begged. I heard the door close as she left me alone. I felt rude speaking to her like that...but I had to. I needed privacy...now more than ever. I groaned and decided to take moms advice. I used the shampoo and ran it through my hair. It felt very different, because I now had so much more hair than before. It was long and thick, and I would have to be extra careful to get all of the shampoo out. I made sure that the shampoo was thoroughly rubbed into my hair, before I turned to the conditioner.
After I finally had that done, I looked at the body wash and picked it up. I took the wash cloth and rubbed the body wash into the rag. I started at my face and rubbed it all into my skin and ears. I worked down my neck and paused...knowing what was coming next.
"Just suck it up and do it!" I snarled.
I ran the clothe down my arms and along my hands and then back up to my chest. I shut my eyes tight and refused to look down as I ran the clothe down my breasts. I gasped as I felt them...and quickly moved my had down to my stomach. I rubbed it along my stomach, and I breathed out, happy that I had gotten past the breasts. I rubbed and lathered my sides and I ran the washcloth down to my legs and my feet. I then worked back up to my hips and waist to make sure that I was thorough. I then whimpered under my breathe as I ran the cloth behind me to later my now much larger butt. I grimaced and bit my lip as I rubbed my cheeks. Then I knew that the worst was yet to come.
“God help me.” I whimpered. My hands shook as I ran the cloth between my legs and I almost burst into tears as I scrubbed there. The minute I was done, I tossed the clothe against the side of the shower wall like it was a hot potato. I dared myself to open my eyes and look down to see my work.
My body was well lathered and covered in soap...I hadn't missed anything. My chest, breasts, arms, stomach, legs, hips, and waist were all covered in soap. I sighed with relief and stepped back into the water that poured down my head, hair and face to rinse myself off. I felt incredible relief as the water washed away the soap and left my soft skin feeling so much cleaner. It was like the stress was being washed away with the soap.

At long last, my body was clean. I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain. The room was steamy and it was almost hard to see through. I reached for my towel on the wall and quickly began to dry myself off. Again, I blushed and looked away as I got to my breast and pelvis area. When all this was done, I stepped out of the shower and observed my reflection in the mirror. I was staring at a naked girl...a naked...wet...and beautiful girl. I blushed furiously and wrapped the towel around my chest so that it covered my whole body.
"I can't believe this is happening to me." I growled. "I don't want this...I don't want to be a girl...I don't want to shower like that...I don't want to see that image every time I see myself in the mirror." I stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the bags of clothes that I had carried up earlier. I reached in and pulled out a bra and panties and put them on. I noticed that I didn't blush as hard putting them on this time, as I had before...maybe because the shock value had passed? However, as I glanced down at myself in the underwear I flushed and shook my head. "The sooner I'm a guy again, the better. I just can't live like this."
I glanced at the black jeans and green tank that I had on earlier. They weren't dirty and I hadn't done anything in them recently. So I shrugged and slipped them back on. I left the sandals where they were...I had no desire to leave the house again, so I really didn't need any shoes. I picked up the cap and slipped it on my head. I grinned a little as I did. For all the gripping and complaining about the female clothes, my favorite one was the hat...I wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because it made me feel like I was still holding on to some shred of my old masculinity? I couldn't quite be sure. Whatever it was, I felt the need to wear it. Again, I heard that knocking at my door.
"Chase...are you done in there?" I sighed and opened the door to see my mom in the hall. She had a very sad look on her face.
"Yeah mom." I said kindly, "I'm done. I'm sorry for earlier." Mom nodded and gave a weak smile.
"It's okay...I'm just...I guess I'm not used to you like this either. I only want to help." I walked forward and hugged my mom tightly.
"I know mom, thanks." I whispered. "I know you're trying." My mom gave a little sob and then pulled away and looked at me.

"I still see the boy side in you." She laughed. I cocked my head to the side.
"What do you mean?" I asked. My mom gave a laugh.
"What girl puts on the same clothes after her shower as she did afterwards?" She laughed. I couldn't help it...I felt the tickle build up in my chest and...I laughed. The first real laugh that I had given all day long. My mom and I stood together and laughed outside of my room. It wasn't that funny...in fact, I didn't even realize what was funny about it. But I needed to laugh...I needed the lightheartedness...because I needed to forget about everything else.