Judging from the room, I guessed that I was eighteen to twenty. I wanted to look at myself in the mirror! I went to run over to the full length mirror by the closet door, but nothing happened. Instead, I reached my arms up to stretch, and felt the thrill of having my arm brush against my breast. I felt the weight of them on my chest. I was too excited for words!

I stood up, and felt my posture. I started to walk to the bathroom, and noticed my long hair in my face. My hand brushed it aside, and I glimpsed my thin little hands, with their finely manicured fingernails. I was a girl! A real girl!

But why wasn't I don't what I wanted to do? My new body kept walking into the bathroom, and sat down to go pee. But I was trying to get to the mirror to see myself. Why wouldn't my body respond to me? What was wrong?

I felt the pee moving through me, and out of my new opening. That strangely enough was exciting! As I wiped myself off, I *so* much wanted to explore my moist slit with my fingers, but instead I walked over and started the shower running.

I saw the clock saying it was 6:38. I hated getting up early. I wondered why I would do that as a girl? Perhaps because that is what time she got up normally. I'd soon find out.

The shower was nice and warm, and it was exciting to feel the water splashing down my new body. At first my nipples were erect from the coldness, until I had climbed in the shower. What a wonderful new body! I glimpsed it as I washed my hair, washed my body, shaved my legs, and my armpits. I wasn't thin, but I wasn't fat either. I guessed I was kind of average.

After I dried off (strangely with a patting motion on my face, instead of dragging the towel over it like I normally did...why would I do that?), I put my hair up in the towel, put on a bath robe, and finally went to the mirror.

My face was much like my body: average. I was pretty, but I wasn't "super model" beautiful. But I wasn't ugly either. Just average. Oh well, I would work out, lose some weight, and in no time I'd be more sexy and pretty.

My body seemed to know the routine, and I had no control at all as it went through the process of getting ready for the day. It was alarming that I had absolutely no control over anything I was doing, but perhaps as I learned more of who I was, I would gain control. Still though, I was more excited than I could possibly describe. I felt every sweet sensation, everything was new, everything was exotic, every touch, every feel was a new discovery.

I was amazed as I got dressed up that morning, at how much preparation it took for a woman! I put on my panties and my bra (what a wonder feeling, to have real breasts putting a stress on the cups, and having the shoulder straps bearing weight...unlike when I stuffed my bra with different things when I was a man).

I had to blow-dry my hair, brush it, style it, and put in hairspray to keep it just how I wanted it. As a man, I had run a comb through my hair, and it was done in seconds. But this took quite a while, with this much long auburn hair!

I put on stockings and a black skirt, then a white blouse and a sweater, which I carefully buttoned up half way. As a man, I just grabbed clothes. But my new body seemed to take a while to pick out an outfit. Once I got half way into a blouse, I must have changed my mind, because I put it back and grabbed a different one to wear.

I did all of my makeup, put in my ear rings, took my bracelet out of the cleaner I had it soaking in overnight, dried it off, and put it on. I rechecked that my mascara looked good, touched up my nails in two places, then finally went downstairs for breakfast. It was now 7:45. It had taken over an hour to get ready, instead of the fifteen minutes I was used to! I had only been a woman for part of a morning, and I was already learning that it took a lot more work than it did to be a man.

I ate a light breakfast, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door. I was excited to see where I was going. I drove through the morning traffic to the other side of town, and pulled into the local university. I was a college student.

I sat through a biology class, where I was entirely lost. The girl who's body I was took notes, and must have understood what the professor was talking about. But I had no clue. I spent my time marveling at my new body, but I was getting more and more frustrated at my lack of control.

After class, I walked over to the coffee shop, and drank an espresso as I read through the assignment. A girl sat down at my table.

"Hey Erin" she said. So that was my name!

"Betsy, how's it going?" I said, hearing my new voice for the first time. It was sweet and melodic, high pitched, but not squeaky. A wonderful soothing feminine voice. I was lost in bliss as she/I chatted with Betsy, who I seemed to know from several classes. I wanted my eyes to look at Betsy's body, her breasts, her legs. But they kept staring at her eyes, which was annoying. When my eyes did look at her, they zoomed in on her shoes, and I complemented her on them. Come on! Look at something other than her shoes!

After a few minutes, Betsy excused herself, saying she had to get to her lab. I said good bye, and that I'd see her that night. As she walked away, I saw her cute little butt swaying in her skirt as she headed out the door. She was sexy, and I wanted her. But my body didn't have it's normal reaction of arousal at the sight of a pretty girl; instead there was nothing. I was a woman now, and my body was going to act differently to a stimulus like that. This was going to take some getting used to.

* * *

I went to three classes that day, and studied for hours. The math class she was in was one that I had taken in college, and done well in. So at least I could follow that, even if Biology was totally lost on me.

I went to a little cafe near campus, and had a salad for lunch, and iced tea to drink. I couldn't have gotten by with so little food as a man. I would have felt starved! But even in the female body, I felt hungry. Erin just had more self control than I did.

After the last class, I went to the gym, and worked out for an hour and thirty minutes. I worked hard, and felt the sweat, but complained to my friends in the class that no matter how much I dieted and how much I worked out, I just couldn't lose the weight. And I complained to her that my thighs looked fat. From what I had seen of them, they looked just fine to me! But I had no control over what came out of my mouth.

It was every man's fantasy (both normal men, and one's like me) to go into the women's locker room! And I got to do that now, and take a shower. I was surprised how even in front of other women, how shy we all were about letting ourselves be seen naked. Women don't prance around with no clothes on (or even just panties) like they do in the movies! I would come to learn that a lot of what you see in the movies is far from true.

* * *

The next experience that really was different for me came that evening. I (Erin) met up with Betsy. We went out to a party, where we hung out, chatting with the girls. Then a guy walked in. My new female body felt a jolt go through it.

"There he is Erin" said Betsy.

"Yum!" I said.

Now I had only been in this female body for a few hours, and I was not prepared yet to have true female sexual feelings. I thought I would adjust over time. But here I was, suddenly longing for this guy. When he came over, said hi, and gave me a soft kiss, I felt myself get wet! Me!

I wasn't prepared for the feelings that love could bring into a woman's body. I remembered what it felt like to be a guy and be head over heels for a woman, but this was completely different! The female hormones were hitting me hard, and I could even feel my mouth water.

I was at once repulsed, excited, and curious.

We hung out and partied until 1 am, then I had to go. I had a test the next day (at least that's what I told everyone), and I headed home, skipping and humming to myself. I guess I was in love with the guy.

* * *

Over the next three weeks, I came to know Erin's (now *my*) routine pretty well. But I still had absolutely no control over my new body. I was in her body, but I was just a passenger. I was getting frustrated! This isn't what I wanted! I was trapped. I was starting to get upset and confused.

But then one day, I had a breakthrough! I was out with Anne, shopping for an outfit for the party the coming Saturday. We were looking at the 60% off sale rack, when a particular floral patterned skirt caught my eye.

"That's cute!" I thought, and I reached for it. As if by magic, my arm responded to my thought, and I grabbed it! Wow! I was in control.

"Oh, that's nice" said Anne. "I think that's a winner, if it's in your size."

I stood there for a moment, as if stunned. I didn't know what to say! But then I started talking, but it wasn't me who said it. It was Erin.

"What? Oh this? Yeah, I'll try it on."

"You seemed out of it for a second there. Are you ok?" she asked me, concerned.

"I don't know. A couple of times, I felt a little like I'm a daze or something. I think I need more sleep. No more late parties on Friday."

"Unless Walt is there."

"Yeah, except for that!"

We giggled, and I went to try on the skirt.

I struggled to get control back again, but to no avail. Obviously when I had been in control, she felt like she was out of it. So only one of us could be in charge? And why did I get to be the one 'driving' for that moment? How? Why? What could I do to do that again? It must have something to do with the clothes?

I tried and tried, but it was no use. Things looked like they were never going to improve. I was going to be stuck as a 'passenger' forever.

* * *

It was about a week later that I had a second episode where I briefly came into control. I was walking across campus, when I saw a young woman with a baby in a stroller. As I passed by, I smiled.

"What a cute baby" I thought, and I was shocked to hear those same words come out of my mouth!

"Why thank you" she said, beaming.

"What's her name?" I said. Me! I said it!

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