Happy Birthday!

Justin went to sleep depressed.  It was not because he'd always wished he'd been born female.  That was an old pain he'd  gotten use to.  Instead, it was due to what he knew he'd be going through when he woke up.

After all, he knew what tomorrow was.  His birthday.  There was no way he could avoid it, no matter how much he wanted to.  To him, birthdays always should be that day where you feel special and important.  A day where  your wishes would become true.

He knew he'd wake up.  Go to work (they'd refused to give it to him  off, despite asking for it six months ago).  Get home to find maybe a message or two on his phone from at least one or two family members who'd give him birthday greetings, and that would be pretty  much be it.

Or at least that's what he thought was going to happen.  For as he drifted off, he heard a voice he'd never heard before say something odd.  “Happy Birthday.  Your greatest wish has now been granted.”

It was then that his body started to feel weird.  Everything from his hair to his feet felt different, and strange, but in a good way.  

But before he could even figure out what was different, he felt like he was walking.  And holding the strings to balloons in his hands.  Then confetti started to fall.  That was before finally he stopped in front  of a mirror and saw a beautiful dark haired woman wearing a bright bikini, holding those balloons as confetti fell onto her.  That image caused him... No, her, to let out a loud joyous laugh of pure delight.  Delight that grew even greater as that voice spoke up again.

“Happy birthday Jennifer...  Jen.  Please  enjoy your new body and your new life.”