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“God I hate this so fucking much!…”

I sighed and shook my head in disapproval as I waited for my date to arrive. With each catcall and lingering glance my stomach turned, being stood here all dolled up was the last thing I wanted to be doing, but what choice did I have?

The bills were pilling up at home, my landlord was upping rent again next month and despite working full time, my salary wasn’t going to cut it anymore…what was the point in spending all that time and money in college just to be told I don’t have enough experience to get the job I worked my ass off for?…anyways…people tell me I should think I’m lucky to have my “gift” to help in times like these.

I don’t know what it was about my genetics, but I was one of a tiny percentage of the population who was responsive to the “miracle” drug that allowed people to temporarily change gender with a single pill, apparently with no side effects. I’ll never understand how some people see this as a blessing…I’m a guy…a straight guy!…I like girls…why would I ever want to be one? Well…i suppose there’s one reason that will make just about anyone abandon their principles…money.

As soon this drug came into the mainstream a queue of people quickly formed wanting to meet, date and do a lot more with people like myself. I don’t understand those people either, but apparently spending an evening with a guy who was temporarily inside of a girls body was their ultimate fantasy. That’s how I find myself stood here, heels high with a face full of makeup, waiting to be meet my date.

I’ve never done anything sexual of course, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to it….but $500 and a meal fully paid for was too good to turn down even if the whole thing was deeply uncomfortable and degrading for me. I certainly wasn’t going to get money like this anywhere else any time soon.

Still, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being dressed up like this. No matter how many times I do it I’m always acutely aware of every little detail of my image. The way the cool air hits my exposed chest, the slight sticky feeling of my lipstick, the thong hugging my most delicate areas, the tight leather pants and the high heels squeezing my feet…I could go on and on.

But my train of thought was interrupted by a sight I had been dreading all day…my date approaching from across the street. As he stepped closer I couldn’t help but think about how much I detested people like him, how if I was still a guy I’d easily be able to take him in a fight. But right now I was a girl and he didn’t care about any of my reservations. He was expecting a cute date and I had bills I needed paying. I grit my teeth and did my best to focus on being who I needed to be tonight.

“Hey l’m Molly it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

I felt his hand pass around my waist as I stretched up to kiss his cheek. He took my hand as we began to walk to the bar together, my heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk…

At least he’s cute…

Wait, what?…

Husband Replacement

A rich and powerful woman, recently widowed, can no longer bear her loneliness. She hires a witch to transform her devoted young servant into the physical replica of her late husband. At first, the woman had asked the witch to resurrect her husband. The witch told her that was impossible, but offered to shape a copy of him instead. The flesh, she said, can be shaped into anything - it is malleable, from her perspective. The servant, who has been in love with her mistress for years, accepts out of devotion. She cannot stand to see her sad; she wishes she could make her as happy as she deserves.

After the transformation, the woman forbids her to call her « madame » and insists she use her real first name instead. It was herself who taught her how to play the part. She corrected her posture, her gait, the way she held her glass at dinner. She showed her which shirts he had preferred, how he knotted his tie, the exact tone of voice he used when he was amused or displeased.

The lessons were patient, meticulous, almost tender - and yet each one whispered the same unspoken truth: You are not him. But you can learn to resemble him.

The former servant knows she is only a substitute, and that the woman will always prefer the original. That is why she tries to be a better husband than he ever was, so that the woman might come to love her more than she ever loved him.

Rebirth p23:

I pick up the panties, the fabric almost nothing. I pull them up. The silk against my labia. The body notes how it cups my vulva with interest that doesn't entirely go away.

Hi Jess…I hope you’re settling in to my body okay, I know the first few hours can be particularly difficult for first timers but trust me you’ll get used to it eventually, my best advice is to relax and embrace it as best you can. I’m so happy you finally requested a swap with me after all that back and forth, I promise you won’t regret picking me as your swapper. But now I’m finally inside your skin I wanted to give you my perspective on things…

I know we spoke about this before but this isn’t my first rodeo, I’ve been using this app since release and I’ve spent hundreds of days inside the body of girls just like you. I know your type very very well and I know exactly what it is you’re trying to get out of this, even if you don’t realise it yet. Let me explain:

You feel like you’ve spent your whole life on easy mode don’t you?…you’ve been able to use this pretty face and tight body to get whatever you wanted. You know you should be satisfied, but deep down you’ve had this curiosity for what life would be like without all your privileges, right now, inside my old body you’re experiencing what that feels like for the first time.

More than likely you’re thinking you’ve made a huge mistake, that once this week is up you’ll delete the app and never think about swapping again. But the truth is it’s already too late… the fact you’ve come this far means this isn’t just a fun little kink for you, no…this is something you’ve been craving for a very long time, not just something you want, but something you need.

I don’t want you to feel scared about this, it’s not your fault you have these feelings and you should know you’re in the absolute best hands in the business… I’ve done this long enough, I know exactly which buttons to push to give you what you want and the more we do this the more I’ll learn how to get in your head, in more ways that one! Speaking of which…after this week my minimum swap length will be 3 months, no exceptions. That might seem like a lot now but I guarantee within a year you’ll be requesting much longer than that…

So maybe you’re reading this thinking everything I’m saying is bullshit. That you’re the one in control here, but deep down you know everything I’m saying is true don’t you Jess?

Reconstruction p8:

I roll onto my back. Mari shifts her weight and rests her head on my chest. Her cheek is pressed against my left breast. She doesn’t seem to notice the pillow she chose.

Awww… is that seriously as big as it gets?…Bet you don’t feel don’t feel so powerful now do you “mistress” aha?…

And to think, not too long ago you were the one in control. That pretty face and perfect body of yours got you anything you wanted didn’t it? While I was just some desperate simp, eager and willing to be wrapped around your finger for a scrap of your attention…Things would still be like that now if it wasn’t for that freak storm, I guess Mother Nature had other plans for us…

Now look at you…No more curves, no long hair or makeup…no more being desired ever again…Now you’re just left with that little dick and a mind that craves to be dominated, teased, owned and humiliated.

You have no idea how satisfying it was watching you change and progressively give in to your new desires. Each day seeing that cruel, hard demeanour of yours fading away, watching your confidence drain and insecurities grow as your body gradually morph into the skinny, pathetic beta that stands before me now. I can only imagine how you felt…feeling your full chest flatten into nothing, loosing your hair and feminine features. The old me would have felt bad for you, but now I can’t help but see the humorous side of it…now I get to be the one with everything you once had and I don’t need to tell you how amazing it feels!

And I know there’s something on your mind that you’ve been too scared to ask me since our transformations completed hasn’t there?

…KNEEL…

…Good boy…

It’s been so obvious the last couple days, and I know it all too well…a loser like you can’t exist on his own, you need a goddess like me to take charge, you need to serve someone superior…

Maybe it’s the last shred of your old personality trapped inside you that’s stopping you from saying it but we both know how badly you want me to own you. So if you won’t ask me then I will…