Now it might sound like something from out of a fairy tale so you’ll have to believe me when I say that I’m cursed. My personal curse happens to be very specific, it just so happens that every time I get a nosebleed I wind up turning instantly into a beautiful and buxom blonde.
Yes I’m being serious.
Ordinarily this isn’t too much of a problem. I don’t get an awful lot of nosebleeds so it’s been years since I’ve transformed.
But it just had to happen now.
My new college roommate was great. He looked like a jock with his muscular physique and model-tier good looks, but he was a geek just like me and we got along great. So why did I have to switch right in front of him?
What will he say now that he knows my secret? Will he be able to deal with it? More importantly, will I be able to deal with the feelings brewing inside of this feminine body? Will I be able to resist the cravings? The desires? The needs?
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I swallowed hard, screwing up my courage and asking him, “Was it wrong?”
The silence weighed heavy between us. So heavy that it filled the space as we both contemplated that question. Because even though I had been the one to ask it of him, it demanded an answer from me as well.
I didn’t know what that answer was. I didn’t know how I felt about this.
She had always been an aberration. She had never been me. She was my dirty secret, the shameful part of me that I had to hide.
So I had never given any thought to anything about her existence. About who she was and whether she was different than me.
I was straight and a man. I had been my entire life. I’d never shown interest in men. I’d never been interested in men at all. Didn’t find them attractive.
But what was happening here was undeniable. Chris was drawing me in, making me think about things from a new perspective. He was making me see that things weren’t as black and white as I always thought they were.
Before I could see that a man was attractive without being attracted to him. Those two things were separate in my mind.
But now, I was having trouble separating them. I was having trouble seeing Chris as anything but what he was to a straight woman.
A potential lover.
And a gorgeous one at that. He was so fucking handsome, so fucking built. So very fuckable.
I could feel my body reacting to this realization as I thought about me intertwined with him. As I pictured my delicate fingers pressed against his firm chest while he kissed my neck and pushed into me, spreading me apart.
I had never been turned on in this body before. In spite of everything, even when I was a teenager I was so scared of this side of myself that I’d never even entertained the possibility of pleasuring myself let alone finding pleasure with someone else.
But fuck if I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind right now.
I wasn’t sure if this was something in me or a part of the curse but I didn’t care. I was going to throw caution to the wind here. I was perfectly willing to lose myself in the moment right now. To explore possibilities I had never even considered before.
“Not wrong,” I whispered, shaking my head, “Not wrong at all.”