"Hello Dolly"
by Sonicfan287
Chapter 2: Startling Developments
I could only hear constant noises pinging in my head... a continuous feeling which further disoriented me from reality. I had remembered key details from the night before but nothing that could give me any insight on this unpresedented feeling. My night was plagued with moments of clumsiness, as I could remember flopping my useless body out of bed on several occasions, sometimes making it as far as the bathroom before turning around and returning to bed, forgetting what it had been to drag me up in the first place.
I remember noises... some made by myself and others around me reacting. Was this a dream? or something more tangible? As I felt more world tumble into and out of darkness, I felt that pounding again. This was a more recognizable feeling... perhaps from drinking too much, but I hadn't had anything to drink at all. I remembered stopping at the bar but not long enuogh to even converse with anyone, let alone get a drink. As the rush of noise began to slow down, I felt great relief just to be laying still. I blinked several times, familiar with my bed around me, but not much else. The piercing red numbers on my alarm clock were an unfriendly reminder of when I should've woken up.
As the numbers on the clock pulsed, so too did my heart and my head. I strained to pull myself up, feeling a sudden weakness pulling me down. It was almost as if every muscle in my body was getting a workout just from getting out of bed, an exercise I had performed many times for many years. I reached forward for my bedpost, to get myself up faster and felt almost numb to the touch. I was holding the bed post, but it didn't even resonate with me. My weight shifted itself upward and I strained to let go and sit up on my own.
I titled my head down and sighed. The sigh was one of the more calm noises I had heard from some time, but why was I sighing? As I looked down more, I realized that I should've have been sighing at all -- I should be screaming! I tilted my head back to its normal position, convinced that I was still dreaming. Whatever weird hallucinations had their hold on me last night still hadn't faded... because when I had panned my head downward for even a brief moment, it almost appeared as if I was staring into somebody's naked butt cheeks.
Of course I wasn't that naive... and the more time that passed, the more my memories returned. I began to feel panicked, and then panic turned to rage but before it could go any further, I stood up more fully and tried to calm myself down. This was the cycle I had been going through all night, I realized. I stumbled to the mirror and gasped. It was true...
I stared into my hands now, moving them slowly, but they no longer felt like mine. They felt like a stranger's... I felt like a stranger... in my own home. I didn't even recognize myself, but I didn't have amnesia... I knew who I was, or at least I thought I did. This is the third time this has happened this night...
"The third time..." I mumbled, letting some air escape from my mouth, the sound piercing me with its strangeness. I tested myself again, allowing more speech to come free from my lips, "this is the third damn time... and it's... it's not a dream... this is really... happening..."
I walked slowly to the hall to confirm this and recalled the trail of clothing which led to the bathroom and back. It was a mess of socks, underwear, shirts, pants and the like, but none of them were mine... not anymore. In name, I was still Bobby and the things I owned were still mine, but I had somehow been transformed into someone else... a female me. I was a biological female, in every sense of the word. I didn't even know how this happened but I had only hoped I hadn't caused any more trouble in the hours I was incoherent.
I walk slowly to my clothing drawers which were untouched from the chaos. When I open them, I'm met with the traditional wardrobe I had been used to seeing. Of course, most of my clothes had been gender neutral so it wouldn't make too much of a difference, but I felt so strange holding them up in front of me. I stand again to get a quick glimpse of myself, still not used to the experience.
For a split second, my mind actually thinks it's looking at a naked woman, but it doesn't realize who. My senses become temporarily excited before realizing she is me. But if she is me... and I'm a true woman, then why does that excite me at all? The questions raged on in my head, moreso than ever before. In fact, everything seemed to be tying me down. I was so disoriented from everything that even laying out several clothing options became a chore.
I looked at the shirts on my bed, all slightly different colors and shrugged. What did it really matter? I threw one on to cover my nakedness, the fabric now struggling to pull itself around my new curvier self. This left a blatant portion of skin showing where my waistline now was. I put on some of my jeans but found them to be a much tighter fit. Had I gained weight? Well, sort of, but not in a bad way. I groan with frustration, trying to button my former pants. They hug my waist so tightly, I feel like I'll burst out of them. Looking in the mirror again, my facial expression matches my emotions perfectly. Fear, confusion... and yet a hint of whimsy. For looking at the girl in my mirror, dressed half like a guy, looking like a ditz and yet still with my personality, I couldn't help but laugh for a brief moment. My laughter was light and flinty and seemed to vanish as soon as it started.
I picked my phone up off my dresser and noticed there were 18 missed calls, all from my friend Valerie. Oh crap, I thought to myself, I hope I didn't miss anything. Along with the calls themselves were several text messages all asking "are you ok" "you alright?" "do you need me to come over?"
Those were followed with more urgent text messages.
"Do you NEED me to come over? PLEASE? YES OR NO!"
I began to feel afraid again, the phone shaking in my hand. Part of me was tempted to run back into bed and throw the covers on, hope that it would go away and I'd wake up as a boy again. Part of me was ready to face the truth, but what did that even mean? What could I do as this new female self? I couldn't very well return to work and be recognized... I didn't even know if my best friend would recognize me.
I take a few deep breaths and start dialing her number. My god... I think to myself, she won't even recognize me speak.
The phone rings a few times and I feel sweat form on my brow. I hang up in cowardice and shove the phone in my pocket, which felt a bit more snug. Suddenly there is a ringing at my doorbell. I creep cautiously towards the window, careful not to be seen.
"Um... hey?" I heard a concerned voice from beyond the doorway speak, "It's Valerie... you ok, Bobby? You didn't sound so good last night..."
I clenched my teeth nervously, tears almost instinctively forming in my eyes but I tried to fight them back. It was too late. How could I explain this to her?
"B-Bobby?" I heard her wavering voice repeat, "please just let me know you're okay so I can go to work"
I closed my eyes hard and threw myself towards the door. I opened the door in a hurry, mantaining my panicked composure, about to spill my guts to my friend but she looked at me upset instead.
"Oh." she said, her voice dropping in level.
"Wh-What?" I asked, in my usual shy tone, although now feminized.
"N-Nothing..." Valerie said, appearing sad, "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm... I'm sure you had a great night..."
I stared back at her confused for several moments. What was she talking about?
"Tell Bobby I don't want him calling me anymore..." Valerie growled and left in a huff.
"N-No, wait!" I said, trying to call her back, but she continued onward. Only when she had receded far into the distance did I open my mouth again, only to say "...I am Bobby"
I closed the door and let my body slide to the floor helplessly. I could no longer hold my emotions in, so I began to weep bitterly into my jeans.
Giantess World
