Church Trip

by ParticipatingSpectator

 

Mrs. Weeb was in total shock. She was the youth leader on this trip, but judging by the look on her face, she hadn't bargained for this.

Neither had I.

"Is it really you, Michael?" she finally stammered.

"Yes! What more do I have to prove to you?" I had started to get pissed.

Here I am stuck in this new completely different body and all anybody wanted to do was prove that I wasn't some lying orphan girl or something crazy like that. I was still naked, and I had to abandon my cover when we left our room. Ben and I were now standing in the room that Mr and Mrs. Weeb, as well as Ashley, were staying in. Ashley was still asleep.

I felt very strange standing there, naked in this new body. The breeze felt different on my body, especially where my penis used to be. I definitely noticed the loss. It felt empty and baron with no hair and no penis. Just smoothness. If it weren't for the circumstances, I'm sure it would have excited me, but at the time I just wanted to be back to my old self.

By this time, Mrs. Weeb had broken down. She was crying. A few tears became a deep sob, and eventually she began crying hysterically. Before that night, I never showed much emotion except for anger or happiness. I didn't cry openly. It was unmanly.

Normally I would just look at the ground and not say anything in a situation like that, but that time when I looked down, and I saw my body, saw my girlish hair fall over my shoulders, I couldn't help myself. I began to cry.

I don't know how long this went on before it woke up Ashley, but when she started stirring in bed, I got deathly quiet. She got out of bed and stretched. She was wearing a Barbie nightie. It was and long sleeve with long purple frills on the sleeves and bottom, and it was short.

She rubbed her eyes and looked over at me. She looked shocked.

"Mom... Who is that?" she asked, puzzled.

"It's Michael, honey. Something happened to him....or should I say her?" she said and looked over at me. I couldn't speak. I just looked at Ashley.

Our eyes were locked for a while. I stared at her pitifully. I hated for her to see me like this. What would she say? What would my friends say when I got back in town?

Suddenly, Ashley snapped out of it.

"Mommy, can you leave me and Michael alone for a minute?" she asked.

Mrs. Weeb hesitated for a second. "I suppose so..." she said.

And like that, everyone was gone.

"You ARE really Michael, aren't you?" she said, looking at me hard.

I wiped my eyes and nodded.

"It's okay. I'll just have to teach you how to do it." she said.

And with that, she started going through her suitcase.

"Go have a bath. I'll get everything ready." She seemed very excited all of a sudden.

"A...bath?" I said.

"Sure, Girls you're age don't take showers. I'd say you were about 12. That's what we'll tell everyone. While you're in there, think up a good new name. I don't think you'll be able to pass as a Michael once were done." She said with a wink.

I was so happy to have her taking care of me. Without thinking about it I let out a giddy laugh. I stifled it as quickly as I could, but Ashley had heard it. She turned around for a second, but then just smiled.

"Go on now, girlfriend, hop in the tub.

  

  

  

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