I woke up feeling so strange. I was naked. I was in Mark's bed. I felt confused. I felt disoriented. The memories of last night rushed in and I sat stunned just processing what I could remember. I remembered changing into a girl. I remembered being in a bar. I remembered coming back to Mark's but not much more than that. Glancing out the window, I noticed it was raining so no need to go into work today. I slid out of bed and looked down seeing my normal self, albeit with no body hair. My skin was smooth and soft, and it felt strange but actually really nice. I guess it takes a while to grow back.
I glanced around the chaos of Mark's room and found a pair of sweatpants putting them on. For a second I considered I should cover up my chest but shook my head remembering I don't have breasts. It's normal for me to go shirtless and walked across the hall to the bathroom.
It felt good to stand and pee. In a way, more control. I didn't just sit and release it. I aimed it as I moved it around the bowl. Looking in the mirror, I saw me, but there was something there. Something new. I felt a shadow of who I was last night. I could almost see her staring back at me. I touched my face and it felt like me, but at the same time, it felt like something else was there. It was like I found a new side of me.
A loud bang on the door jerked me back to reality.
"HEY! I need to piss!" I heard Mark's voice.
I casually unlocked the door and walked out as he clambered in slamming the door behind me partially pulling down his shorts. I left with a smile feeling like "that's the same old Mark" and walked to the kitchen where I saw Mark's dad. I hadn't seen him for a while since he started working graveyard shifts at his security company. He was always a really friendly guy, but he was built like a tree trunk. Some would think he lived in the gym because of his size and muscle, but I can't say I've seen him ever lift a weight or run a treadmill. He just seemed to have a natural Conan the Barbarian look to him. That was something Mark was always jealous of since Mark only put on a little muscle through high school.
"Hey there Jason... wants some eggs?" He asked me in his low gravely voice with a hint of care and attention like a giant taking care of a mouse.
"Hey there Mr. Jackson, what's going on lately?"
He answered as he flipped three over easy eggs onto a plate with two toasts, "Oh you know... protecting empty buildings one at a time!" and laughed walking back to the stove getting his coffee cup. Mark walks back in with a look of relief and sits down next to me. I glanced at him, and it was the same old Mark -- like nothing happened last night.
Mark's dad finished his breakfast and stretched his thick arms yawning. "I'm going to hit the sack. See ya later champ." And he lightly slugged Mark's shoulder and left.
Mark and I finished our breakfast in silence. He stood up and put his plate in the sink and I glanced at my phone pretending not to pay attention to the awkwardness in the air.
"Well, you obviously aren't going to say anything about it are you." Mark shattered the silence.
I smile but I don't look at him. "I don't know what you mean."
"Bull shit, it's the only thing you can think of right now, isn't it?"
"Ohhh......you mean last night? Yeah, I thought about it a little." Feigning a lack of interest.
"Well... what did you think? It was fun huh?!" He smiled and came closer leaning over the counter.
I paused for a minute thinking of the clothes, the bar, and the kiss. It did feel strange to think about kissing Mark. I have absolutely no desire to do it now but remembering the moment, it was all I could think of.
"Yeah, I have to say, it was pretty great."
He pounded the counter and yelled, "I knew it! I knew you'd have fun!"
He paused and then asked, "So... want to do it again?"
"Today?" I pause to think about it. "What do you want to do?"
"I was thinking it was time Marcee met ... come to think of it, what is your name going to be?"
I had to think a minute about different girl names I could use. Mark chose Marcee and I thought of what version of Jason I could use.
Mark suggested "How about Jaime? Or ... Jace? Or... "
I thought about how Mark made Marcee out of Mark, and it made me smile, "I'll go with Jaycee".
He nods and smiles. "I like it." After a pause, he asked, "So what do you think you want to do? Do you want to have a Jason and Marcee day? A Jaycee and Marcee day? Or a Jaycee and Mark day?"
"Not sure, what could we go do?"
"We don't really have to do anything special. We could go to a bar, we can go see a movie, we can go and do some shopping for you. You definitely need a better wardrobe if you want to do this more."
"Shopping? Sounds kinda lame."
"Well, it sounds lame to Jason. What does Jaycee think?"
Shaking my head, it didn't occur to me to think what Jaycee would want. After all, she is me and I'm her. Wouldn't we want the same thing? But then I thought about last night and how different everything felt. I really did feel like another person in some ways.
"I'm...well... I'm not sure, I guess." I responded with a shrug.
"I say we find out." He said reaching into his pocket pulling out a pill case. He shook out two into his hand and handed me the case.
"Take two" he casually said.
"Now? What about your dad? And what's with two pills?"
"Aww, I'll bet he's already passed out." He said waving his hand towards his dad's room. "He is a log, and he isn't coming back to the living for hours. I promise. Nothing wakes him up. And we need two so we can have a day. Remember one is only about 6-8 hours or so. Some people get a full day, but I've never got more than 8 hours." He said casually popping the pills in his mouth and washing them down. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go to the bathroom while it works. You can use my room if you want." And he walked away.
I opened the case and shook two pills out into my hand noticing that one of the pills looked slightly bigger than the other. It also had a big X on it which I also didn't remember but I'm used to some medications changing their sizes or styles with different batches, so I didn't think much of it. I just shrugged and swallowed it down. "Goodbye Jason... hello Jaycee."
I went to his room and closed the door wait for the pain to hit. I wasn't looking forward to changing, but I knew that once it was done, all the pain vanished. It's more of just getting over it. I felt the first pangs in my stomach like someone stuck a fork in my intestines and turned it around like spaghetti. I let out a groan holding my stomach and fell to my knees. It felt like my bones were cracking. I felt off balance as my body adjusted itself. I glanced up and saw in the mirror what was happening. My boobs swelled out of my bare chest and at the same time, I felt my sweatpants getting bigger slacking down my hips. I glanced up in the mirror again seeing my cock dangle but then dangle less and less. It made me panic and I even tried to grab it feeling it shrink in my hand down to the size of a button. My balls sucked up into my body and my sack split open into a hole. I could feel things changing and, in a way, they changed faster than before.
After another 15 minutes, things eased up. The pain subsided and I glanced up again in the mirror seeing Jaycee's face looking back at me. I knelt there stunned at how this works and touched my face. It wasn't me but it also was me. My chin was a lot smaller, and my face was narrower. I could see some of my sister there but not the same. My hand slid up and cupped my boobs. They felt heavy. I stood up and wobbled closer to the mirror and just stared up and down. That was when the door opened, and Marcee walked in wearing only a smile.
"Hey there sexy bitch." She said trotting in naked sitting down on the bed. I felt so confused because when I looked at her, it didn't feel like it did when I was Jason. I remembered how much she turned me on but now, she didn't. Seeing her naked body didn't seem all that out of the ordinary. Part of it was that I could just look down and see the same things. Suddenly they didn't seem like the exciting boobs I used to dream of; now they just seemed like bags of fat hanging off my chest.
Marcee looked at me up and down and smiled at me in the mirror. "Damn you look SO hot Jaycee!" and she spanked my butt making me jump and look at her giggling.
She walked to her closet and started tossing things on the bed such as a new pack of panties, a couple bras, some leggings, a couple of tank tops, a dress, a couple of skirts, a bag of makeup, and a wig. She turned back to me with an exciting look and started getting dressed.
"Oh my God -- this is going to be so fun today!" and she squealed excitedly shaking her fists.
I pulled on some underwear and contorted my face while adjusted the bra remembering my boobs are bigger than hers and how the bra digs in a little. I scanned the options on the bed while she pulled a skirt on over her hips. I picked up the leggings and wrestled them on wiggling back and forth to get into them. They were surprisingly tight but when I glanced in the mirror, I had to smile looking at my sexy booty.
Marcee laughed as I gave it a wiggle. "Whooo hoo, shake it baby!" she laughed and clapped making me blush from embarrassment.
I sat down and she helped me with my wig but then this time she made me do the make up giving me short tutorials on how to not stab your eye and how to not look like a clown when I'm done. We stood up and held each other looking at ourselves in the mirror.
"Damn you are looking fine girl!" Marcee said with a snap. "Now let's go get you some clothes so you don't have to mooch off me anymore!"
