I thought I knew what women wanted. I had no idea. He was going to show me.
Dumped for being too much of a man. Dropped by a perfect woman because when she was with me I was too strong for her, too big for her, too much for her. I don’t understand that.
My friend came to me when I was vulnerable and promised to let me in on his secret. Walk a mile in their shoes, he said. I had no idea how literal he was being.
I’m willing to do anything to fix this. There is nothing I’m not willing to try. I’ll take this chance, this offer he’s giving me. I’ll take the leap and become her.
Become a woman defined by grace and beauty. Become a woman who draws the eyes of men. Become a woman in appearance and appetite.
And what an appetite she has.
It’s hard to resist now, hard to hold out. I had no idea it could be this strong, that it could feel like this. I know what a woman wants now.
I know what I want.
Excerpt
The person in the mirror was a woman.
She was shockingly beautiful, elegant even clad in those dirty clothes that I’d been wearing. Her eyes were a deep and piercing brown and she had the sharpest cheekbones that I’d ever seen. Her lips were full and seemed locked in a permanent pout.
She looked beautiful. Even dressed down without makeup I could tell she was beautiful.
Goddammit, she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever witnessed in my life.
And she was me.
“It worked,” I whispered, almost just to myself but Daniel responded.
“It did,” he said, letting me go so I was standing up and reaching down to grasp my clothing.
Without really knowing what was happening he tugged my shirt up and off my body, and any protests I had to being disrobed by him were quickly forgotten as I took in the sight of her bare breasts.
I’d never seen breasts so full that were still so perky. Bountiful handfuls that seemed to defy gravity, with deliciously dark nipples that were tiny and sat upturned and proud at the tips of them.
Her waist was positively tiny, looking so small that I felt like it needed to be encircled by someone’s hands and arms. Her tummy was smooth and defined and feminine, and all I wanted to do was kiss it and trace a trail down to that place between her legs.
A place that was quickly revealed as Daniel stripped the last of my clothing from me. Hips that were full and a sex that was pert and petite and flush with a hint of red as a heat of desire for this woman that was me grew within me.
I turned, taking in the sight of her full and firm ass. I reached down and touched myself tentatively, lightly brushing my fingertips on my waist and my stomach and my thighs, touching me to confirm that this wasn’t some dream.
That this was my reality.
In the reflection of the mirror I saw Daniel step in, and saw that he was naked as well.
Standing about a head shorter than me his body wasn’t nearly as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as mine. I would describe him as inestimably cute though.
Slight and petite, with long blonde hair and elfin features. Small breasts that were tight and tiny and a pert little ass perfectly paired with his small form.
He was attractive as well, but just standing behind me he could only steal my attention for so long. My eyes kept being drawn back to myself.
To the most beautiful woman that I’d ever seen.
To a woman even more stunningly beautiful than my ex.
“So we’re both really fucking hot,” Daniel mused behind me, his hand reaching out to brush along my hip and send shivers down my spine, “The pill does good work, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I said dreamily.
“God it did a good number on you,” he said, stepping in, “And you’re a woman now. What do you think?”
“I’m a woman?” I asked him, eyes locked on the mirror.
Daniel reached up and turned my face to look at him. He nodded slowly.
“You’re a woman in every way now buddy,” he said, “Every last bit of you.”