We Realise Our Predicament, But Excuse Me? We Become What?

After the two men fall into a void of darkness, someone awakens.

Eyes open from the void of sleeping, sitting up in an unusual environment in a cleanly ordered bedroom, with a whole bunch of unknowns.
Under the window facing the bed, a desk perpendicularly sits with cutesy items lay neatly on it's surface, with books stacked orderly on the top shelves hanging above, as the desk-chair sits neatly underneath with clothing, maybe a uniform, neatly piled upon it. Next to the desk, a vanity table sits besides with it's large mirror centrally positioned, facing the bed perfectly, a petite chair sits beneath. A large wardrobe spaced arms-length away faces the bed, with a round soft rug sitting in the open floor space, as the drawers sits perpendicular to fill the wall space next to the bed.
Rubbing the eyes due to sleepiness, the person thinks to themself, oh wait. It's Michael's thoughts. Well, he thinks in this new environ, 'Where... where am I?'
He looks around the unknown room, seeing all the items confuse him with all kinds of questions until he thinks that his body feels weird, seeing bumps on his chest in a bra.
"Eh, wait. Hang on a minute..." In a soft, feminine voice, he realises that the voice isn't his, seeing his hands as smaller, slapping his face to check that he's not dreaming.
'It isn't a dream,' he or now she thinks.
She climbs out of the bed, uncaringly throwing the duvet aside as she makes her way to the vanity table mirror, switching on the light next to it to see the new self properly to clear all confusion on his physical situation. As the light illuminates the room from the morning hue, what Michael sees is a teenage girl's body.
The body is short and slender, with a feminine and cute face, added with golden eyes, with small breasts and a delicate torso, yet it is contrasted with a thick waist and thighs, topped with long light blue hair that flows down her back.

"I'm a fucking girl!"

After the pause of reality denial to acceptance, she sits down back onto the bed after looking up and down at the new body, hoping that the scream of realisation wasn't caught by anyone. After noticing the silence, Michael then decides with a gulp of curiosity, to discover the unknowns, the mysteries, to walk through the holy gates of exclusive existence to find out; the female body.
Yes... to me as a male writer; this is also made up bullshit since how can I know.
Anyways. Ahem... Michael, now as a girl, then thinks about what to do next. 'Wait, I can finally find out... what girls actually experience when I do this.'
Starting with the chest, she begins groping, experiencing in depth all the sensations once unknown to experience.
"Mmm... so this feels like-oh... ah... that's what it fells like to have your tits squeezed," Michael whispers as moans escape here and there, her breathing getting heavier as she feels everything. Oh, how naughty.
Then, she tries the nipples as you do, "What about the nipples... oh... That sent shivers down my spine."
After the chest gets a good grabbing, she then sits up to move down the body, until reaching the butt, standing up to get a better position.
"Oh... that feels incredible."
Looking back at the mirror into the reflection, she notices it's too high to clearly see. "Let me see what this looks like... uh, mmm! Why does this mirror have to be so high? I can't see." Jumping off the bed, she grabs the mirror on her tippy toes to place it bed-high, only to comically shake it, getting angry at it misbehaving.
"Why can't you be lower? You-Fuckin'-Bitch!"
Sliding the vanity out, placing the mirror upon it to face the bed, she climbs back on to continue. "So, that’s what my butt looks like from behind…," she comments in awe, "it’s a lot bigger than I expected. Ooo, this looks sexy. But yet, I look so cute…," judging the contrast of her face to body design.
Sitting on the bedside, she spreads her legs to now inspect her groin, facing the mirror with the deepest urge of curiosity.
“Oh…,” gulping with naughty thoughts running wild, “The No-No-Zone…”
She slowly lowers her right hand down, eventually touching the area as a powerful sensation overwhelms her. Well, logically expected.
“OH!!!!!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!” she moans loudly. And loud it was.
After a few strokes, she pulls her hands away, falling onto the bed feeling hot as she begins breathing heavier than before. "Ooo… that’s… getting me… feeling… horny.” Houshou Marine, the V-tuber pops into her head as she concludes the sexy situation, with a memeable “I’m horny!”
‘Oh, of-course she’s the first thing I thought of…’ Michael thinks, staring disappointedly at herself in the mirror.

Laying on the bed, a sudden thought snaps her out of her current situation, with a very important question to answer; ‘Who and Where am I?’
“Wait a minute… who am I?” Michael thinks to herself, sitting up in bed, looking around as rising anxiousness builds up in her mind, “Where am I? Where is Harry?”
Turning on the bedroom light, she scrambles around the room in her current underwear, looking to answer the first question – ‘Who am I?’ Maybe even her full name, location and time-period, though the indications of a modern bedroom had almost cleared that question up.
Finding what seems to be her phone, she sees the time: ‘8:35. Saturday 29th. August 2024’. Confirming further when opening the bedroom curtains to a modern-day suburb English-like street. Her decision of what to do next is then interrupted by an older, mature yet sweet woman’s voice.
“Misha, are you up?” The woman asks, seemingly coming from down a long corridor, the voice calling towards the room Michael’s in.
Michael pauses, realising that the voice is calling upon her, ‘Oh… a woman is calling someone. Wait, that must be me, cause that voice was spoken in my direction, so I guess that means… that must be my name. Meesha… Mishah…?’ Michael looks for confirmation, finding a book on her desk which spelt her name. ‘Ah, that’s my name, spelt and everything.’ Thinking it’s best to answer back as soon as possible, ‘Oh, right…’ Michael now Misha walks to the bedroom door, ‘I need to reply.’
“One moment, thank-you!” Misha calls back.
The warm-toned woman replies, “Okay sweetie, come down soon!”
With confirmation, Misha then stands up straight, thinking in a hero pose with two hands on her hips, ‘Right, let’s get dressed…’ Standing confident for a second before realising the reality, letting her arms flop down by her side, ‘Oh, wait. How do you put on a bra?’ Brushing off the ignorance, she returns to being confident again, ‘Ah, I’ll figure something out.’
After quite the trial and error, she finally redresses with new underwear, and after looking for new clothing in her cupboard and chest of drawers, she puts on a t-shirt, a cute skirt with colour-matching socks. So cute.
“Right, let’s do this,” Misha confidently states, opening the bedroom door, exiting to ensure she’ll be there soon, “On my way!”

Now, for Harry, the other main character, also wakes up like Michael from the sudden sleep to an unknown bedroom laid before him, rubbing his eyes to get a clearer look around at the whole new environment before him.
The window with curtains was facing the bed, as a desk sits at the side wall, perpendicular to the window with items on it’s surfaces like pencils, books, writing pads and other stationary, books piled amongst them filling the empty space. Under the desk was a chair, with noticeable clothing piled on it neatly, with a blazer draped across the chair's back.
By the desk was a chest of drawers, with a few drawers open with underwear like bras and panties hanging out, as a wardrobe facing the bed sits in the corner, it’s doors inbuilt with mirrors from top to bottom, closed tight. A bedside table sits in arms reach with a little lamp, peering over a phone charger station.

Out of the silence, Harry thinks confusingly, ‘Where am I? This isn’t the cab I fell asleep in.’
In comparison to Michael, Harry ignores the weirdness of his possible body change as he casually walks over to the wardrobe mirrors to make sure he isn’t dreaming. He tries to reassure himself, ‘Okay, I can control myself – that’s good. I guess the only explanation for this situation is that I have been kidnapped, or-’
As he sees the sight in the mirror reflection, he blinks several times before turning on the bedside lamp to see himself clearer, checking himself properly.
Harry questions internally, ‘Wait! That can’t be… That – that’s a girl staring at me. No, that must be… me!’
The body he sees is a tall, slender teenage girl in underwear, with long grass-green hair, moderately large breasts that are balanced by her modestly curvy waist and long legs.
Harry smiles with the realisation, “I’m… I’m a girl! I’M A GIRL!!!”
Knowing what he had always wanted to do, as expected from a cultured gentleman. Ahem… jokes aside. He, now as she, erm. Well. We know where this goes.
“Wait, let me just…” she begins to grope her breasts, feeling the arousal grow, “Ahh… this is. The. BEST! Oh… Yes! FINALLY!” Stopping to punch the air, she jokingly memes about, “Or, in anime… YATA!”
Stripping of her underwear, she sits on the bed, looking at the new experiences to try out, spreading her legs as she focuses on the crotch region.
Her right-hand strokes down her body until she touches the you-know-what, “Oh… holy shit - ah…” the pleasure stimulating the whole body, she continues to go further. “This is, Ooh… Too… INCREDIBLE!” As she continues further with the experience, the pleasure reaching the climatic peak, she finishes with one last erm… comment, “Epic moan! AHHH!!!!!”
A few morning commuters passing by stops at the sudden proclaim from the open window.

As Hannah lays on the bed, panting heavily after a pleasurable few minutes, she then sits back up with an indifferent expression of seriousness that changes her once current perverted interest.
‘Hang on a sec… where am I? Who am I supposed to be? And where is Michael?’ She thinks overwhelmed, only to hear something that catches her attention.
Due to her ignorance of her voice levels, it got the attention of someone as footsteps can be heard coming up the stairs towards the room, she’s in, as this woman shouts in her direction.
“Hey Hannah, you lazy bum, are you up?” The woman asks.
Looking around briefly before Harry simply realises who the woman was asking, ‘Ah, I must be Hannah. Since, there isn’t anyone else up here, and she called in my direction. But wait, that woman’s coming to-’
“Ah, crap… erm, hold on a minute!” Grabbing a book to try and cover herself up, but it doesn’t work throwing it behind her, internally disappointed, ‘tsk, that doesn’t work.’
“I’m uh…getting ready,” quickly grabbing a plushie toy, which also does not help, throwing it to one side, ‘and that doesn’t help either.’
“Just, hold on a minute…” Finally grabbing the duvet, only to peer quickly into the mirror to comment on herself, ‘and this makes me look like a cheap ass bride.’
The woman then opens the door shamelessly without knocking, as Harry in his new body blushes with embarrassment, only covering herself frontwards, leaving his entire nude back exposed with the mirror reflecting her backside with clear 4K detail.
“Erm, I’m seriously getting dressed! Can you at least-?” Hannah calls out, trying to stop the woman from entering, which fails.
The woman, who has a mature yet energetic face, with a curvy and mature figure, with very large breasts bouncing with every step, her dark green hair flowing lively through the air, comments with a motherly assertion, “What are you talking about? Seeing my daughter nude is nothing to be embarrassed about… well, for me anyways, hehe.”
Hannah then thinks simply, ‘Oh, she’s this body’s mother. Okay, got it.’
Snapping back into her embarrassed, blushed state, “It is for me!”
“Well, I came here to ask you down for breakfast, otherwise it’s going to get cold if you stay up here… entertaining yourself, I imagine,” the woman lightly chuckles at the um, insinuation.
“I’m not engaging in anything suspicious if that’s what you’re implying!” Hannah refutes with shame.
The woman replies with reasserted personal importance, “Well, I want to eat with my cutie-pie this morning, so hurry your little cheeky bum down those stairs and enjoy my freshly baked meal, would you?” She teasingly pokes Hannah’s nose before leaving.
Hannah sighs, blushingly thinking, ‘Ah… that was embarrassing. Just like some anime girl getting caught by the typical male protagonist in her underwear,’ trying to distract herself from the embarrassing conversation, ‘But damn. She was busty as fuck.’

Hannah then puts back the duvet, finding out the same things like Misha did; the current time-line, date and era that she’s in, along with the fact that her ‘mother’ came into the bedroom.
Calming down, Hannah then tries to put on a new clean bra, looking at how it’s designed to understand it, matching it with some panties, before picking out good looking, colour-balanced clothes to try on in the mirror.
She casually mumbles, playing around with her new body, ‘Getting seen naked is still embarrassing, even if I’m,’ flicking out her right hip, ‘a sexy girl.’ She pauses before a look of disappointment washes over her face.

“What am I doing?”

 Making her way downstairs, she notices a family photo atop a side table, seeing what seems to be a younger version of herself hugging an older, mature yet youthful woman also with darkish green hair, a mature curvy figure, though wearing a suit.
‘Oh… would that be my sister? Cousin? I mean, I better find out without being weird about it, since she looks like she’s very friendly with me,’ Hannah thinks smartly, ensuring to not end up in some weird relationship circumstance.
Hannah then sits down at the dining room table, her mother kissing her cheek, rubbing her shoulders, “Dig in, cutie.”
Hannah smiles with a new found affection for this kind of treatment, as the new mother serves the food, drinks and sits down with Hannah to enjoy it as a ‘new’ family.

Coming downstairs to be face to face with the unknown woman, she is making a coffee in the kitchen swirling the coffee with a tablespoon, she then turns around to stop her current action to come up to Misha, with arms wide open, to give her a big hug.
She was a curvy woman with a mature yet soft motherly face, a curvy body with a moderately large chest, very thick curvy waist and thighs, balanced by long light blue hair swaying, as her soft purple eyes hide behind black rimless glasses.
“C’mon, give your mum a hug,” she softly requests.
‘Um… do I? Wait, she’s my mum so it should be a normal thing to do, since there doesn't seem to be anyone else around, and it could just be us. So, why not?’ Misha assures herself as she hugs without embarrassment, as the mum continues.
“Did you sleep well? Aww… you’re so cuddly. Anyways,” the mother kissing Misha’s cheek banters on, “I’ll be back late tonight, so grab any food you want from the store, okay. Here’s the allowance, since your dad will return after this month from business to cover the further costs, so buy whatever you want.” She walks away to her coffee on the kitchen top, as Misha comments on the new mother, ‘Aww, what a lovely woman,’ though noticing her thick behind, ‘but damn, she is a plumpy mummy.’

“Oh, thank you,” Misha smiles sweetly.

The two lay the table, both enjoy some breakfast together at the table, before the mother leaves after kissing Misha’s forehead goodbye for the day, leaving Misha to walk back into the kitchen for a fresh drink.
Now, with time on her side, she then internally concludes the current situation, ‘Okay, so. To summarise, I have a dad and a mum, but no siblings… hmm. If that’s it, guess I’ll go out if I’m feeling bored.’ She pauses as she remembers the uniform on her chair, as an idea pops into her head, ‘and maybe go and find out where the school is in the meantime.’
Refilling the kettle to make a new cup of coffee, she goes back upstairs to check the uniform for what school she’ll be going to. She ponders, ‘I wonder where the school is… I’ll check before it’s the school term. Best to be prepared.’

She thumbs up at the camera man. Yes, you go girl.

On Harry's side, Hannah’s mum tells her that her older sister will be coming to look after her for the week since both will be too busy to come home until late September. As the mum leaves in her car, waving goodbye, Hannah closes the door to find out more about her new family’s information.
Memeing for the jokes, “Right, Go-Go Glasses!” She puts on fake detective glasses before continuing on her so called investigation.
“Anyways… first things first,” putting down the fake glasses a serious tone affects her humorous attitude, “I saw my sister’s graduation photo over here in this room, so let’s check it out.”

The name on photo read: ‘Congratulations to Samantha Expresson.

Hannah widens her eyes, ‘Sister, huh… She’s quite the attractive girl. Must be quite popular, especially,’ enviously looking at her chest size, ‘having bigger boobs than me…’ teasingly smirking at a silly idea, ‘but, I so wanna plonk my face onto those big bouncy pillows when she comes round. Hope she doesn’t mind. It’s just gonna be personal… recharging when I’m feeling down. Hehe.’
Reading the date on the picture, 2020, 'Oh, okay… she must be 4 years older than me… oh yeah, how old am I?’
Hannah ponders for a bit, before seeing a ‘2024 calendar’ on a pile of books. She finds out after flipping through to find out that her Birthday is on the 28th of April, indicating that she’s 16.
Hannah concludes, “Guess that answers that. I’m 16, which means if my sister is 4 years older, she’s 20. Wow, already setting up the plot already for me to have an older sister. In other words,” smiling enthusiastically, “I have… an ONEE-SAN!” Spinning with glee, “YAHOOO!!!!”

Misha looks around the house alone, during this time Hannah messes around, mainly in the parent’s office room this time, to find important information to also answer such questions of ‘how old am I?’ and others. Finding a pile of documents, bills, taxes and other private files, she looks through to find her birth certificate.
Misha thinks clearly, ‘Oh, okay. Since I was born in 2008, which is 16 years ago, it makes me 16, with my birthday being… the same as my past self. 21st of January. Well, that’s convenient. Fate you cheap piece of shit.'
She stares blankly at the files before putting them back to conclude that she has no siblings, sighing with a little sorrow, ‘Okay, it’s as I thought; I’m a single child.’
“Right, I’m ready to go out,” looking in hallway mirror to verify that she is completely ready with her outdoors outfit, the two simultaneous open their front doors.

“So, let’s go!” Both girls say in unison, though seemingly far apart.

Well. Let's see if the two will meet as their new selves. Mmm... only time will tell. Bye-bye. Until next chapter.