New Year's Day

Here I am standing in front of a woman I met nearly an hour ago and somehow we’ve both agreed to kiss each other at midnight. My mind was racing and my emotions were all over the place. I was excited, nervous, and confused all at once.

She stared intensely into my eyes and seemed happy. The last ten seconds of the countdown began. This girl whose name I didn't even know grabbed my waist and pulled me against her. I instinctively reached my hands up and grabbed her arms.

The countdown hit one and she kissed me. It was only for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. It felt so magical, like the world was changing around us. She removed her lips from mine and stared into my eyes.

She asked if I enjoyed that and I was just speechless and lost in her eyes. She smiled and I ended up smiling back. She let go of me, jumped back onto her bed and patted the spot next to her. I sat back down and we turned the movie back on.

This time however, we talked over the movie. She had so many questions about me, and to be honest, I wanted to know everything about her. We talked about our favorite things, hobbies, dreams, and so much more.

We talked until two in the morning; that’s when the partygoers downstairs all left. She walked me out to her front door and handed me a piece of paper with her number on it. She told me to call her later on that day when I got back home and had my phone.

I told her I would and waved to her as I walked away. I went to find the clothes I had left behind when I transformed but they were gone, so I walked home in this black dress with only socks, which wasn't too much fun.

It was late so my parents weren't awake, so I walked in as my female self and went up to my room. I was going to turn back before bed, but tonight was so wonderful and I wanted to live in the moment a bit longer.

So I slept in the dress and stayed in my female form. I woke up mid-afternoon and picked up my phone. I couldn’t help but smile when I thought about last night, but reality finally hit me and I felt really sad.

I wasn’t really the girl I presented to her, and clearly, she likes girls, so she wouldn't like me as a male, and I couldn’t stay like this. I sighed. Maybe I should just throw away her number and forget about last night; it might be easier for both of us.

I get out of bed sulking. I pulled off the dress and placed it on my bed. I pull the underwear and socks off afterward and walk to the shower. I do what I normally do to transform back to normal and get into the shower.

I started to wash up and when I got to my chest, I realized I hadn’t transformed back. I looked below that and nothing had changed back yet. I was for sure still in the female form I took last night. I finished cleaning myself off, then got out to look in the mirror.

I tried to turn back again, but when I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror, I was still female. I tried to shift into other things and again nothing happened. I no longer had my power and I was trapped in this female body I created.

This was bad. I mean, I don’t hate the body but being stuck in this would mess things up so much. No one’s going to believe it’s me. What will my parents say? They’ll probably kick me out, and not to mention my college won't let me attend; my whole life is at risk now.

I leave my room and go to my closet to find something that’ll fit me so I can try and figure this all out, and surprisingly all the clothes in my closet are different. There were dresses, skirts, knee socks, and more, everything a girl would need, but why did I have them?

I grab a black tank top, some shorts, underwear, and shoes and get dressed. I leave my room and walk down the stairs and I immediately notice the family photos on the wall going down have all changed; now they have my female body in them instead of my male one.

I get down to the kitchen and my parents are eating breakfast and smile when they see me. Neither of them was the slightest bit aware that something was off about me. I eat breakfast while sitting there speechless that reality itself had changed on me.

Once my dad leaves, I start talking to my mother. I asked her if she always remembered me as her little girl and she nodded. She nodded and said, of course, then she was wondering why I’d ask such a thing.

I decided to come clean about what happened. I mean, if she doesn’t believe me, I’ll make up some story to pass it off as a joke. Surprisingly, she seemed shocked and covered her face; she seemed nervous and excited.

Then she spilled the beans. She told me our family had been cursed by a witch nearly five hundred years ago. Every baby born will have the power to shape and craft their body how they wish until that person finds true love.

Once they find someone who falls in love with them, and they fall in love with them, that body will become their new permanent form, and reality will rewrite so that they’ve always been that way. My mother then ran over and hugged me, even congratulating me.

So everyone on my mother's side had this ability and she didn’t bother telling me all this… Maybe she thought I didn’t have it since I always hid the fact I could do it. She told me whoever it was I fell in love with, I had to bring them over for her to meet.

She got all giggly as she placed her hands on her cheek. She said whoever the man was that I switched genders to be with must be very special. I got a bit nervous there. I don’t think my mother would care that I’m a girl, but I’m not ready to come out about that yet.

I leave her fantasizing about my future spouse and head back to my room. I lay back on my bed and thought about the situation I was in. It was a bit awkward and would take some getting used to but it really wasn’t that bad.

I’d basically never had a set gender since I was always switching anyway, so I guess being stuck as either isn't a problem, and having reality fit to it makes it a bit easier, but that whole part about true love is what’s bothering me.

Was she really my true love? According to my mother, I even love her. I mean, I definitely felt strange sitting with her; it felt warm and welcoming, and I felt relaxed and nervous… Are those really feelings of love?

I mean, not seeing her again did make me feel sad… I press my hands on my face and nearly yell into them, but instead, I just roll over. I rolled onto the black dress she had lent me and I couldn't help but smile.

I pull it up and look at it. That’s when the paper with her number falls out. After looking at it for a second, I knew there was only one thing for me to worry about now. I type in her phone number and send her a text thanking her for the dress.

I then said that we should meet up again so I could return it. After a few minutes, I got a message back saying she’d love to! So it seems I’m going into the new year living as a female full-time while hopefully dating a cute girl. You know what they say, new year new you.