Growing Down isn't So Bad: TG Editon

Chapter 2
19 to 18: Equipment Change

Chapter Description: Our hero, having arrived at his job decided spend his last day lazing about before heading home. But that's when things start to change.

Growing Down Isn’t so Bad:

TG Edition:

19 to 18: Equipment Change

After a ten minute bus ride, I found myself at the local mall, where my place of employment is, collected my last check and gave them my final notice that I would be leaving them within the next few weeks. Now all I have left to do was put my check into my bank account and then I’m done, and best of all, I have time to kill until I go home for my “surprise” birthday party. It’s nothing to big, just the entire family spending one last night before I leave for college.

I might chuckle at my family’s attempt to hide the fact they’re throwing me a party if it wasn’t for this blasted dry sneezing I have been doing since I left my job. My body’s also arching all over. I really hope I’m not getting sick; I may be a healthy horse, but once I get sick it takes me a few days got over it, and I’m still in no shape after getting rid of the stupid thing afterwards.

I really didn’t want to unload my stuff at collage when I’m recovering from an illness. Plus I didn’t want be sick and have my family’s efforts in throwing me a party go to waste. Maybe I should hit up the local pharmacy and pick up some vitamins. In fact, that’s just what I’m going to do.

I made the turn on my right, and probably got three steps when my stomach suddenly felt like it had taken a hit by a wrecking ball. I doubted over from the pain I was feeling and wrapped my arms around it. It felt like I was about to throw up my breakfast, lunch and dinner from the last three weeks at any moment. I guess I should count myself lucky that there’s a restroom close to the pharmacy.

Now all I have to do is get there without making a mess out of the floor!

I stumbled forward, hitting several mall goers in the process, but I manage to get into the restroom without falling on my face. Now if I only I can make it to a stall I should be okay. I realized that was easier said then done; my entire body was in pain, my joints felt like they were about to fall off at any time, my skin inches something fierce and my chest was burning.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t any illness I was familiar with. At least the pain in my stomach was starting to subside. Still I wasn’t going to take any chance and spent the next five minutes over a toilet until the pain in my stomach completely fades.

I was walking toward the stall, passing by the mirrors, where I happen to see a glance of myself out of the corner of my eye. Everything was instantly forgotten as I turned and faced the mirror. Now I have needed a good cut for a few days now, but my hair wasn’t down to my neck last time I checked. Also, my hair curls when it starts to grow out, but this time it’s straight. It also had darkened considerable; it was now a golden brown instead of my usual cherry blonde.

But it wasn’t just my hair that had change; my face had also gone through a bit of change as well. My face was slightly narrower then before, but it was hard to see as my cheeks had become slightly higher and more fill, my lips are also little more filler, and my chin shorter. My eyes were also slightly shorter but they were still the same piercing green I have known my entire life.

I stared at my head, which I realized was now uneven with the rest of my body, and came to a startling realization; my face now looked like a mix of my grandmothers in their youth instead of my parents! I have Granma Turner’s golden brown hair and piercing eyes, but granny Williams’ facial factures.

I might have stared at my face all day…if the pain from earlier hadn’t decided to return. I guess I should count myself lucky that the pain was nothing more then a stick getting robbed into your skin; slightly painful but not enough to cause me any real discomfort. Of course I barely noticed it as I watched my body began to change.

I watched as my neck narrowed slightly and my Adam’s apple was relocated a bit, causing a tingle to go up my throat. The thought about checking my voice, to hear what I now sounds like, entered my head, only to quickly leave it when I noticed my shoulders pushed inwards and arms slender down. I watched as my hands began slightly smaller and my fingers became a bit longer.

I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping me as my chest quickly pushed out, my forming breasts pressing against my shirt. I was lucky that my shirt was slightly buggy due to years of wear and tear, so my new equipment wasn’t being painfully pushed against my shirt.

Though, the feelings I was getting for, my best guess, double A-size breasts was doing something to my other equipment that I rather not say here.

Though I couldn’t see my stomach and hips, I could feel my stomach retract a bit and my hips widening, causing my moans to grow slightly as they pressed against my jeans. Unlike my shirt, my pants weren’t as worn and it was pressing against my hips. I fix that by undoing the button and loosen my belt enough that I wouldn’t my pants fall down on me.

Bad enough I’m turning into a girl…I didn’t want to have the added embarrassment of having my pants fall down in a mall filled of people. I don’t think I can take it if someone would to see me like this.

I tried to put that girlish thought out of my head as I felt my lower half continue to change. I try to ignore my piece of “under” equipment being removed from my body, and instead focused on my butt. I put my hands on my cheeks as I felt them should push out and become a bit firmer. I next moved my hands onto my legs and felt them became thinner. My transformation was complete when I felt my feet change, becoming smaller, but for some reason I felt my toes being pinched by my shoes.

I have to say the entire thing took less then a minute, but I was still stun when I looked back in the mirror, and not for reason one might expect. I was taller now, by at least 4 to 5’’. That’s probably why my shoes are pinching my toes. I’m just glad that my clothes were stretched out enough to only cause slight discomfort.

But I have to say this…I wasn’t bad looking! I wasn’t to hot, or was I ugly either…I would have to say I’m above average. Or at least I think that how I see myself.

“…I’m a girl,” I said softly, to test out my voice.

It was soft, not to light just deep enough that no one would think this girl was some sort of delicate wall flower. In fact, the more I studied my alter body, the more I realized just how my body was built; I will have to say that I have the body of a tennis player or female basketball star.

“I have turn into a girl,” I said, to once more test my voice. I gasp as something hit me. I’m a girl…in a man’s restroom. And I doubt anyone would believe me that I was once a boy. Heck, I barely believe it, and I felt and saw what happened to my own body. My brain finally kicking into gear, I turn to leave. “...I got to get-whoa!”

In my haste to leave I have forgotten one simple fact…my center of gravity has changed, and these new items on my weighed me down more then I thought they were going to, causing my to loose my footing and stumble. More unfortunate is when I hit the sink counter just right, knocking the air right out of me.

I dropped to my knees, gasping for air as I clinched my right side. Most think that you can only have the air knocked out of you if you’re hit in the front, but, being the son of a doctor, I knew that not entirely true. If any spot near the lungs was hit hard enough and in the right place, it would be enough to knock the oxygen from your lungs.

And with the way my luck has been, as I fought to get air back into my body, someone would know doubt come walking in, and see a girl in the man’s restroom. I think my heart skip two beats when I heard the sound of flushing water. I felt kicking myself in the rear for not even considering that there might have been someone in the restroom before I got here.

And here I was, a girl sprawled out in front of the restroom’s sink, gasping for air, and having to explain why I’m here in the first place. Yeah…awkward moment coming as I watched the still to my left open up and the man…I blinked rapidly as a girl about a year or two younger then me stepped out of the stall. She was dressed like a punk rocker/Goth and the look in her eyes suggested that she had done something more then relieved herself in that stall.

“I don’t know what you had, but I think I will want to try some,” the girl said with a slight slur and then left.

I watched the girl exit the restroom, my brain going into slow gear. I must have stared at that door for a solid minute before my brain finally kicked back into gear.

“Wait…I WAS IN THE GIRL’S RESTROOM THE ENTIRE TIME!!!!” I screamed as the realization hit me like a ton of brinks.

I might have panicked if not for everything catching up with me and I let out an exhausted laugh. My mind just kept replaying that I turned into a girl in the girl’s restroom. If there wasn’t irony in it purest form, then I don’t what was. I must had laugh myself silly for nearly five minutes before I got myself under control, my lung needing oxygen more then ever. I spent the next several minutes taking in the slightly stale air of the restroom, gathering my wit. Once my head was clear and my lungs were filled, I eased myself into a standing position. I was about to head out, more mindful about the weight on my chest, when I caught another glance at myself in the mirror.

I frown as I looked at my reflection. Maybe I wasn’t completely right in the head yet, but I could have sworn that I look like an eighteen-year-old girl instead of a nineteen-year-old woman.

….Yeah, nothing’s weird about that statement. I just didn’t realize at the time how much weirder this day was going to get.