Zarith was a boy from a football team and he notices that a girl is always looking after him and he starts to fall in love but he kept it as a secret

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get a look at my new body. I had the figure of a girl, but the body of a boy. My body looked great. I had been taking injections for the past two years, and now I didn't have to worry about acne ruining my skin. I could finally go out in public without anyone giving me weird looks.

I had always been interested in men. I had never had a boyfriend, but I was sure that some girls liked men. Now I was one of them. I could feel a hot body pressed up against me as Istood here. This was great!

Then there was the matter of the fact that I was a girl. I had always been a girl. Right now, there was a good chance that everyone else in the world would think I was a guy. Maybe I was, in some parts of my body. But not all of them.

I touched my chest. It was a man's. Iran my hand across my waist. It was a man's. Then I looked down at my legs. They were man's.

But that wasn't what I was looking for. I needed confirmation. I put my finger into my mouth and tasted my urine. It was man's.

As much as I didn't want to believe it, what came next was hard to deny. I stood up, stretched, and felt my penis. It was man's. I couldn't deny that. But did that mean my head was man's, too? My armpit? My anus?

I put my handson my hips and sighed. There was no way I could know without finding out.

I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I put my hand down to try and feel something. But I only felt my thigh. I sat there for a few minutes, feeling the sensation.

It was real. I was feeling something that was definitely a part of me. But was it myhead? My hands? My anus?

I put my index and middle finger between my buttocks. They were man's. So was this.

I stood up and looked at my reflection again. I was wearing nothing but my underwear. It was man's. I had on a pair of white underpants.

But was this me?

The girl in the mirror was not the same person as the one sitting on the toilet. One of us has had a sex change operation. Who was I right now?

Maybe we should find out.

I went back into the bedroom. There was still a pile of