“A blood sample,” he said, “And maybe a few follow up interviews once you’re settled to see how you adjust. I’d be fascinated to find out how easy the adjustment is, physically and psychologically. And I mean more research might be able to help us to unlock the why behind the what. To find out why you changed into her.”

I blinked a couple of times, peering at him to see whether or not he was serious. How could he have missed it? The answer was staring him right in the face.

“You don’t know?” I asked, genuinely baffled, “You can’t tell?”

From the look on his face, I could tell that he was sincere. He didn’t have the first clue.

I stepped into him, the mix of cold air and warm sun on my skin registering but not overpowering the excitement as I was so close to his presence, as I pressed my hands against his firm chest and felt the hard muscle beneath his clothing.

“You really don’t know what changed me into her?” I teased him, “You don’t know what made me like this? You don’t know you made me like this?”

His eyes widened, mouth falling a little open. He was cute in his shocked kind of way and it was easy to feel that pounding in my heart and register that it was because of him, and I couldn’t even say that it didn’t make sense because really it did.

Because it had been running beneath the surface of me for a long time. Because when I was in the presence of powerful men, of gurus and geniuses, I bowed in deference to them not because of some kind of bullshit about them being superior men but because I wanted a taste of what they had. Not to be them but to be with them.

I think I’d always wanted this, to be in this place. I think he was right when he said that I’d always been faking it but never making it, because my destiny was far removed from that. Because destiny had placed me right where I was meant to be.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it,” I pressed him further, pushing my hand down his hard body and teasing my way towards his belt, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you looked at me.”

My hand closed over the bulge in his jeans and squeezed a little. I raised my eyebrows and smiled slyly at him.

“I’ll give you a blood sample,” I told him, “But I’m going to need something of my own in exchange.”

Falling to my knees was easy, staring up at him was easier. All of this, being her and doing what I was doing, came to me as natural as breathing air.

“What do you need?” he asked me and I smiled but didn’t say a word as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

When he came into view, I knew what I needed. I needed every inch of this man, his thickness pulsing inside of me. I needed to taste it, to feel it between my legs. I needed to experience everything this new body could take and with the reverence that came from touching something sacred I wrapped my fingers around his thickness and took note that they didn’t meet on the other side. Also that even with both hands, I still couldn’t cover every last inch of him.

“God you’re enormous,” I moaned, “It’s so big it can’t be real. Did you take one of those pills yourself? Make yourself into the ideal man?”

He was breathing heavier as my fingers stroked up and down his length, my lips parting so close to the head of him that as I spoke I could feel him brushing against my mouth.

“I didn’t,” he groaned, “I couldn’t. It wouldn’t work on me.”

“Of course not,” I smiled, biting my bottom lip and looking up at him, “With a cock like this, what could you need to change? Looking like you do, you’re already fucking perfect.”

And with that, I pushed forward to take him in my mouth.