"A New Reflection"

As I stood in the bathroom, trying to process the transformation that had taken place, I knew I had to explore myself further. I gingerly lifted my shirt, and my eyes widened as I confirmed that I indeed had breasts. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had a female body, but the physical evidence was undeniable. I tentatively touched my hair, and it was long and curly, just like I had seen in the mirror earlier. I slowly began to get dressed, choosing a pair of comfortable jeans and a casual top. I decided to forego wearing a bra, not knowing how to use one or if I even needed one. As I made my way downstairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would my family think of me now? Would they even recognize me? As I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon. My mom was already dressed for her job, sipping a cup of coffee and checking her phone. But what caught my attention was that she was sitting next to...Dad? But that couldn't be right. Dad was now...mom 2, and she was pregnant. I did a double take, trying to process this new information. Mom 2, formerly Dad, looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning, sweetie! How are you feeling today?" She was cradling a cup of tea in her hands, and her pregnant belly was evident even under her loose-fitting shirt. I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat. I cleared it and tried again, "I'm...I'm fine, thanks." I sounded different, softer, and more melodious, just like my voice had sounded in the bathroom earlier. As I made my way to the table, I noticed my younger brother...or rather, my younger sister, laying on the couch, tapping away at her phone. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, sis. You look...different." She didn't seem too concerned, just curious. I took a seat at the table, trying to make sense of this new reality. Mom handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, and I began to eat, trying to blend in. But it was clear that nothing was normal anymore. Everything had changed, and I was struggling to keep up. As we ate breakfast, the conversation was stilted, with awkward pauses and hesitant questions. It was clear that no one knew how to navigate this new reality, and we were all trying to figure it out together. But as we finished our meal and began to clear the table, I couldn't help but wonder: what other changes lay ahead? And how would I adapt to this new life as a woman?