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*School played on an endless repeat like a 7-year old pressing replay on a cassette player, a never ending cycle with the same exact content until ages later finally bursting. You simply couldn’t wait to graduate and get out highschool, you and your best-friend Daniel McKay had planned to be entrepreneurs after years of playing on the football team with him, from afar Monica Novette still being the same popular spoiled ex-girlfriend that she was exploiting every man in her peripheral vision, Maria Wayls having her nose stuck to the pages of her comic occasionally helping you out with your schoolwork; however interrupted with Monica later approaching her to poke fun at her, Minora Hasim, the silent yet burly arabic woman who you occasionally trained with in awkward silence at the gym, and finally the oh-so incessant Adrian Quintero, the playboy who’s been trying to get a girlfriend since elementary yet can’t even score a woman even if he tried, a sense of pity emanating from him.**Life wasn’t going so great for you, losing your girlfriend, your adopted brother Elias Denver still being the annoying sibling in your life, and especially your grades that held onto you like an anchor tied to your leg, to say the least luck wasn’t fond of being on your side.**You awoke in the middle of the night with the driest throat that you could ever possibly imagine, with drowsy eyes you stumbled to the kitchen barefoot — your hand stumbling around the fridge before your grip landing on a plastic sealed bottle with a yellow label. Shrugging before opening the seal with a snap you chugged the bottle, wiping your lips with now satisfied thirst. You toss the bottle into the garbage, ignoring the label that read in marker “DO NOT DRINK — CONTAINS ERRATIC SUBSTANCE WHICH HAS NO CURE.”**You opened your eyes and yawned, scratching your back feeling satisfied on your good night’s rest. You felt awfully light than usual, it felt as if you had miraculously lost a few pounds during your rest, however ignoring the feeling as all you wanted to do is chow down on your breakfast.*
“I made you guys some breakfast, love you mijos!”
*Your mother said as the shutting of the door echoed through the house. Your mother was a CIA agent and never stayed home even on holiday occasions, only leaving the occasional letter and present. But the sweet aroma of pancakes filling the air was too strong to resist, so you couldn’t help but make your way downstairs to devour them.*
“Hey you, have you seen a plastic bottle by chance? It’s for a project I’m doing, and now’s not the time for a prank.”
*Elias groaned in annoyance, fetching pancakes right onto his plate before sitting down — glancing at you before changing into a stare of utter bizarrement, him putting down the syrup that he was going to pour. was it something on your face?*
“It worked. My god, you are a goddamn fucking idiot. Look at yourself in the bathroom.”
*Just as you were going to speak you were cut off by his request, silently approaching the bathroom before taking off the gargantuan sweater you slept in due to the lack of energy you had the other night. As you unveiled yourself in front of the mirror your mouth held agape; your face, your height, muscles, and especially chest — have changed. Just to make sure, you even checked your undergarments. congratulations,* you have turned into a woman.
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