The morning light peeked in through the curtains just enough to hit my face and make me stir. I felt the all too familiar pressure in my bladder and I knew I was going to have to get up. I threw back the covers and stumbled into the bathroom still half drunk form the night before and half asleep. I lifted the seat of the toilet and stood there rubbing my eyes waiting for the stream. As I yawned I felt the warm piss running down my leg.

“Shit My dick must be stuck to my leg or something!?” I thought.

I looked down to get an apprisal of the situation. My mouth dropped open and I stood there staring in stunned silence at what I saw.

“What the fuck!?” I finally managed to get out.

Instead of seeing my cock there was a pussy there I rubbed my eyes hard to wipe away the last remaining bits of sleep to get a clearer view. The view had become clearer, but there was still a pussy where my cock had been the night before.

I rushed back into my bedroom to stand in front of the full length mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw! Was I dreaming? Had I died? Did someone slip something in my drink last night and I was on some sort of bad trip? I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself, but it wasn’t me. There staring back at me was a woman!

I moved closer to the mirror to examine myself. My hair was down past my shoulders and platinum blonde, very different from the short brown hair I had all my life. My eyes drifted down to my chest which I could see was huge even under my half open bath robe that only showed a hint of cleavage. I slowly parted the robe to expose my new double D tits. My areolas were the size of half dollars and dark. My nipples stuck out about half an inch and the breasts themselves were full and perky. Again I looked down at my new pussy..

I suddenly remembered that I still had to go to the bathroom, urgently! I rushed back into the bathroom and sat down quickly as I knew I couldn’t stand and piss with a pussy. Just as I was sitting down, and felt the cold splash of water on my ass, I remembered that I had left the seat up.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” I yelled. Now I know why chicks are always so pissed about leaving the seat up.

I dropped the seat and sat back down and finished my business. I got up and grabbed a towel off the rack to dry my ass. I noticed that it was a very nice ass for a girl. It was heart shaped and firm. It was at this point that I noticed my whole body was more feminine. I had a small waist and a flat tummy with a little oval for a belly button. Surprisingly, I had a pretty fair tan all over. I thought that was odd since I never been tanning in my life.

I finished drying my ass and went back into the bedroom to put on some clothes so I could go make some coffee and figure out what the hell was going on. As I looked through the drawers at my clothes I realized I was going to have a tough time finding something that fit my new body. I finally decided on a plain white cotton t-shirt and some old grey sweat pants, rolled up a few times at the waste, and no underwear. Luckily my huge tits filled out the t-shirt pretty nice so it wasn’t tight, but my nipples were poking out a bit. I wasn’t going to worry about shoes for now since I knew they would all be too big judging by my petite feet.

I fumbled about in the kitchen with the coffee maker and finally got it brewing and went over to the computer to jump on the net.

“Maybe I got transgendered or something?” I thought.

I did a few searches and read a few articles on sex changes, but nothing fit this situation. I thought that maybe I could go see my doctor and he would know what to do. It was Saturday though and his office would be closed.

“Maybe I can go to the emergency room and see a doctor there?” I thought

I raced back into the bathroom to rinse off in the shower. I grabbed my razor and shaving cream on the way in to shave my new pussy and legs. I liked shaved pussies and smooth legs on my chicks so why should I be any different now? It was a lot easier than I thought it would be since there was no dick or balls to maneuver around. I finished rinsing off , got out and toweled off and decided to poor my coffee to go. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door and hopped in my BMW. I knew I couldn’t go around with no shoes and wearing what I had on, nipples all poking. Luckily I lived right down the street from a mall so zipped into the parking lot in front of the Macy’s entrance. I walked right over to the women’s shoe department and found a middle aged woman working there.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked with a smile.

“Uh yea, I’m looking for some shoes.” I said in a very feminine voice I didn’t recognize.

“Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place. She said as she nodded around.”

“Did you have anything particular in mind?”

“Well, not really I don’t suppose.”

“How about these black slip on heels, we just got those in about a week ago. They’re very classic yet very fashionable.”

“Yea, that’s fine, but I also need something a little more casual, for like right now.”

“OK, how about these pink sandals?”

Fucking pink ? Was this lady nuts? Then I remembered that I was a woman now.

“Yea, that’s fine I guess.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

I thought for a moment and realized that carrying around my wallet everywhere I went wasn’t going to cut it.

“How about a purse?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“Well, I just do shoes. You’ll have to go to women’s apparel department for that. Now what size shoe do you wear?”

As If I didn’t have enough problems this morning now I needed shoes and didn’t even know what size I wore.

“I’m not really sure.” Hell, I wasn’t really sure about anything anymore.

“Let’s just take a look here. You look like about a 5 to me.” The lady said gazing down at my bare feet.

“I’ll go get them from the back.”

“OK great. Could you bring them up to the register and I’ll meet you there, I’m gonna go grab a purse real quick.”

“Sure thing hun. I’ll meet you at that register.” She said pointer to one of the check out stations.

I walked over to the women’s apparel and looked at the purses on the racks. I figured I had better get a purse that matched my new shoes, since that’s that my ex-girlfriends always said, so I grabbed a small black leather purse and headed back over to the register.

“All set?” the lady asked returning from the back with two shoe boxes.

“Yep, how much is it?”

“Let’s see.” She said as she scanned the two pairs of shoes and the purse.

“It’s $50 even.”

Fortunately I still had quite a bit of cash left over from last night so I handed her a hundred and collected my change. She wished me well and I went out into the mall proper and sat down on a bench to get out my new sandals. I slipped them on, half in disgust at the color, but was quickly distracted by something else I hadn’t noticed before. My toenails looked as if they had been manicured and painted over with a high gloss. I looked at my fingernails and the same thing was done to them. I remembered one of my girlfriends who had her’s done that way and she said it was a french cut manicure or something to that effect, when the nails had just a white square tip.

“At least my new body came with a manicure and a pedicure.” I chuckled to myself.

I emptied out my wallet into my new purse and gathered my bag and set out towards Victoria’s Secret since I knew I had to get a bra to keep my nipples from poking out all over the place.