[wp]You've found two pairs of underwear in a box you don't remember owning. One male, and one female styled. There's a message with them that says 'Anyone that wears the knickers is female, and anyone that wears the briefs is male'.

"Gross," I thought. "I bet someone would be idiotic enough to try them on," I said aloud whilst looking around for clues as to what type of bored individual placed them there. I still wanted to try them on. I pulled out the girly panties. I figured they were easy to slip on over my bootcut jeans and bulky running sneakers. I carefully slipped them on as if someone were watching. "Look at me! Hardeeharhar. I'm a girl turning into a girl." I was using my silly voice I did when I found myself feeling nervous. I was in my extra guest room I used to store old boxes of junk in. I had too much little stuff with not enough furniture; so, that was my lazy solution. I found myself nervously walking over loose items to get to the guest room's window. I peeked out the blinds like I used to as a kid when the mailman would knock on the door. "No body is there," I said in a faint whisper. I got more confident now I turned around to go find a mirror. I walked out of that room, down the hall and to my bedroom. I flipped on an extra light, closed my door, and stood in front of my door mirror - It was the tallest one in my house - and for a moment I wondered if they were my mom's panties. I looked straight at the panties curling over the wrinkles of my jeans and slowly traced my gaze up to my face. "AAAAHH!!!!" My whole body felt a sharp rush of pain and my heart was pounding. I squatted down until I simply fell on all fours. I was looking at my face in the mirror, but it wasn't me! "Holy sh-..!" I looked just like my mother. My long brown hair was short, dyed red , and bobbed. My heart started to race and my ears felt hot. I started to wonder if this was permanent. "No, no, no, no, no....." I planted my eyes on my new face like a hawk and jumped up to remove the panties. I did not want to miss a single moment. That was the only way to confirm what may happen next. I struggled to get the panties out from the lip on my second sneaker. "Fricken, frack! Just get off me," I pleaded with the panties. As the panties came off, my felt eyes asjusted, kind of like squinting to srr without glasses or after a nap, and my face went back to normal. "Just like that?," I though. Now I was really anxious. I started using the silly voice I make when I get nervous, but this time I couldn't form words. I just kept looking at my face in the mirror, wiggling my legs, and feeling my long, brown hair

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