"You want to go to the back room? I think some people are watching a movie," Andrew stuttered, struggling to keep eye contact with Stefanie.
She rubbed her hand down the front of his shirt, feeling the material. Struggling to stand, from the amount of alcohol he had given her, she grabbed one of his shoulders to steady herself. She noted how bony the kid was.
"Sure," she replied as she simultaneously burped.
***
After her first month in her new body, this is what Stefanie had figured out: she was still Wayne, but Wayne if he had been born a girl. Same town, same parents, same brother, same life; no one had any idea of his/her transition. It was as if she'd always been Stefanie, although she knew that from birth until fourteen months ago, she had been a boy, Wayne.
How did Wayne become Stefanie, you ask? Well it was a girl he had went on a date with that he tried to have sex with. After some heavy making out, she decided she didn't want to go any further and he insisted. Turned out that her mom was a powerful entity with the ability to send people to alternate realities, parallel universes.
Stephanie's friends now, were some girls that she had been acquainted with as a boy, so she knew them, not well, but enough to get by. She had found, after a couple days of "exploration," that she was, in this reality, not at all attracted to girls like she was as a guy, but instead was mildly attracted to guys. She also had found that her new body did little to excite her.
Other than that, she was the same person inside, with the same personality. Outwardly, she found the clothing fantastic, although she was a bit of an underdresser, trying to blend into the background and not stand out, not draw attention to herself. Despite this, she very naturally cute.
She wore jeans and t-shirts most times. On a few occasions, she wore skirts and a couple times, short shorts. Then there was Sunday morning, every Sunday morning, when her mom made her wear a dress to church, which she didn't exactly hate, but it made her feel like a spotlight was on her and that, she did hate. She definitely felt more comfortable in tight jeans and an oversized top.
Her body was in a state of change that all girls go through at her age. Curves were developing, but nothing so dramatic she couldn't downplay it with bulky tops, at least not yet.
She had small, (or "proportional" she thought) breasts. She quite enjoyed her bras, finding them entertaining. The novelty was starting to wear off a bit, though.
Her first period was a bit of a thrill. Her mother had left a small reminder on her dresser, something she apparently did every month, so it had not snuck up on her.
The changing of tampons wasn't as gross as she thought it would be, and she had very little PMS cramping. She, in a strange, self-affirming way, enjoyed the feel of the fullness of the tampon between her legs when she walked.
She noticed she was getting the attention of some of the boys her age and even some who were older. Frankly, she was intimidated by the older guys and found herself only talking to guys her age, and only when she had to.
She loved when she could just hang out with guys, and blend in, just another friend in the group. She did that from time to time with the guys who had been her friends from her boy days. It was pretty east because she did know them quite well.
Overall, if this was her lot in life, if she had no choice but to spend the rest of her life as a girl, life was good.
***
Stefanie could currently feel Andrew's warm hand on her thigh. She'd had the thought earlier to push him away, but the alcohol, a new experience for her, was clouding her better judgment. They had been making out for a couple minutes now, and he had finally started to make his move.
This caused her to wish she had worn jeans instead of the short skirt she had talked herself into wearing for the first time.
It made her uncomfortable when he slid his hand onto the top of her panties, under her skirt. Had she been in her right mind she would have panicked and jerked his hand away, but instead, the alcohol has lowered her critical reasoning enough for her arousal to convince her to give in.
She was currently feeling a more intense state of euphoria than anything she'd ever experienced in her own exploration of her new female body.
She let him part her waistband and slide his finger down into the undergarment. A wave of pleasurable warmth shot through her as he slid his finger across her lady nub and in between her lips.
He stroked his finger up and down several times as he fumbled around trying to find the opening to her vagina.
Finally, he got his finger where he wanted it and before long he had two fingers completely inside her. Although he didn't know it, with every stroke of his hand as he fingered her, his palm was in just the right position to massage her lady nub in such a way that drove her to new heights of excitement.
Without really knowing what he was doing, he ended up quickly bringing her to climax.
This was her first sexual experience with a guy and as her eyes rolled back in her head, she almost blacked out from a combination of too much alcohol and the amazing waves of euphoric extacy now pulsing through her body.
Once she had recovered from the experience, she returned the favor by giving him her first hand- job. She was efficient, and unlike him, an actual expert what she was currently doing, having had plenty of practice on herself, back before the morning she woke up to discovered she was in an alternative reality.
They made out for a while more before the party was suddenly broken up by the parents of the kid that was hosting the party and they all had to go.
Straightening her skirt, and gathering her pumps from the floor, she stumbled barefooted out of the house and found her friend Rachael.
She said goodbye to Andrew, and left, heading down the street towards Rachael's older sister's car.
She was speechless for the rest of the night.
***
Fast forward a couple of years.
Stefanie now wanted her old body and gender back. She was feeling regret, and couldn't stand it.
It has now been just over two years since the day of the switch, her 14th birthday, and like many times before, she was riding the extremely tumultuous waves of her emotions and everything happening in her life.
Recently, those waves had become even more violent and unpredictable. She would go through weeks of intense regret over things she'd done since the switch, and she would find herself falling asleep crying, begging for her old life back, hating the moment she had made that cursed wish to better understand girls, as she blew out her birthday candles.
The novelty of the female body had worn off, and now the little things constantly got to her. The gossip and viciousness of the girls in her school, the petty drama, the catfights over boys, the pressure to look beautiful all the time, the near constant thirsty stares from boys and horny old men, the expectations of her from the males in her life, the parental expectations of her as a daughter, menstrual cycles, hormonal mood swings, peer pressure, her weight, acne, bad hair days, social media, high heels, revealing clothes, ill-fitting bras, the pressure to always look good, it was all getting to her in a major way.
She hated the way she looked, regardless of what others told her. She was still very young, and not as shapely, or well-endowed as some of the other girls her age, though she had filled out a bit.
She was sick of boys hitting on her with sexual expectations, and girls trashing her behind her back. She couldn't trust anyone.
She had begun to drink more and more at these parties. This led to fewer inhibitions, which ended up causing her to be labeled a slut, even though she had been seeing Andrew off and on for the past year, and really didn't have sex that often. Although, she did make out with a lot of guys when she was inebriated.
The last straw occurred six weeks ago at the last party she attended. She had not only gotten drunk but someone had offered her a pill which, in her inebriated state, she stupidity took.
This put her in a mental state unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She lost the will to say no and ended up allowing two, or was it three maybe four (could have been more) dreamy, 18-19 year old, middle eastern boys to do things to her she thought was enjoyable in the moment, but thinking back on what little she could remember, made her sick to the point of vomiting.
She just wanted it all to go back, back in time to the day reality changed, to when life was simpler, as a 13 year old boy. It was more than she could handle and she no longer wanted to have to deal with being a female anymore.
She was on an emotional roller coaster ride that she wanted off of. She just wanted it all to end. She had even contemplated suicide to escape.
And now, it had just gotten worse. As she re-checked the device in her hand, she knew suicide was no longer an option for her.
She continued to sit on the toilet and stare at it, as tears poured from her bloodshot eyes, down her cheeks, dripping onto her bare thighs.
The results hadn't changed. This was the third one over the last 45 minutes and it showed the same life changing message the last two had.
She was a boy who had been magically transported to an alternate reality where he was a girl who desperately wanted to return to her former male life and now about to be the 16 year old unwed mother of a precious baby, with no clue who the father was.