He worked construction and liked making money and getting drunk. Barely even felt the hangovers anymore.
Except this morning the hangover seems worse than usual, and it could be because of his new and tiny feminine body.
He woke up a woman, delicate and curvy. He doesn’t know how and he doesn’t know why but the one thing he does know is that this new body has urges.
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I was naked, fully bared to them. My breasts jiggled slightly as I settled and I could feel my body responding as I saw them take me in.
My eyes were like homing missiles, locking onto each of their thickening bulges in turn. I felt a smile creep over my face as I watched them respond to me, watched them consider the reality they had standing right there in their midst.
To them it was a simple equation, they had a beautiful naked woman standing there wanting them to stare at her, to take her in.
To me it was a bit different.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that found all of this a little odd. A little voice inside of me telling me time and again that I shouldn’t want this. That I was a guy. That I was straight.
But at the same time I knew one truth I couldn’t avoid. I was loving every minute of this and more importantly I’d never felt so comfortable before. That was really it. Being a woman just felt right. Felt better than being a man.
I don’t think I’d been as happy as this in a long time, and I don’t think I’d wanted anything more than the future that was on offer right now.
“So boys,” I said, my voice playful and sultry, “Who’s first?”