America x Male!Reader: Eh?! I'm a girl?! (Part 2)

RING

RING

RING

You groaned. Really? Of all the shittiest ass things that could happen, it has to be morning. Lmao. But anyways, it's needed unless you needed some shit to come up and yell at you. Letting out a yawn, you lifted yourself from your lying position and made your way to the bathroom. But before that...

'7:00 A.M. Lmao. I'm fucking late /again/. Don't want Mr. Pres going mad right now.'

A sly smirk crept to your face. This is going to be a hella good day. But still, something felt wrong. Every time you take a step or movement it just doesn't feel right. Raising an eyebrow, you hurriedly went to the bathroom and quickly took a look at the bathroom mirror.

A girl... A very pretty girl... The girl on the mirror had long [h/c] hair, [e/c] eyes, and- 'Hahaha! Don't give me this crap!' Slowly, you moved your hand upward to your face only to find the girl in the mirror was- "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

Thus a girly scream erupted the bathroom.

[h/c] hair, [e/c] eyes, and boobs... C cup to be exact... A girly chuckle came out from your mouth. "This is fucking shit. When- how- the fuck-.... I'm-... When the fuck did I become a girl?...."

That is when you tried to recall the events that had happened yesterday. The random shit you had drink in Arthur's home and- "Fuck this. No way in hell I'm going to school like this." Quickly, you ran back to your bed and searched for your phone. Where the fuck was your phone when you needed it? Like it was hiding from you not wanting to be found. Augh. You decided to check under the pillow and to your relief there it was.

You quickly sat on your bed and swiped your phone to unlock. You scrolled to the list of contacts you had gotten. Most of it was- 'babe 1', 'babe 2', 'babe 3', etc. Ex-Girlfriends and some other shits you would say.

Arthur...

Francey Boy...

Gil...

Baby girl...

Wha- Baby girl? Really? Who the fuck is this random chick!? You rolled your eyes as you kept scrolling down.

'Alfredo'

Bingo! Quickly, you pressed the call button and waited for this American to answer the call. Luckily, he answered it after a couple of rings.

Hey it's Alfred! Sup boy?

"Fuck you and just come here."

Aye. [B/N]'s random chick, chill, bruh.

"Idiot. This is [b/n]. Now come over here. I have a serious problem."

Bwahahaha! Dude! You sound like a girl? Everything alright?

"Shut up! Look, that Artshit prepared some strange shitty thing yesterday and I drank it up. Yes, I was an idiot. Now, I'm a girl. Just come over here."

Lmao, [b/n]. God. To be honest, I am imagining you in a bra right now and- Bwahahaha! It's hilarious dude! I gotta bring Francey Pants over!

"No, Al. No. Also, you asshole fuck you. Just come over right now you dipshit. I'm troubled. How the f do girls do shit anyway?"

'K, 'k, fine dude. I'll be there in a sec.

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Once the call had ended, you had let out another groan. You stood up and went to your bathroom taking another look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your shirt was over sized right now, and basically everything is over sized.

"Bra?" You turned your attention to your boobs. "How the fuck do you put that on?" You then looked back at the mirror. You looked ridiculous. "Let me guess, even panties. Ugh. No way in hell I'm gonna go to school..."