Slide one hand down between your legs and rest it there. (Patreon)

You slide one hand down between your legs and rest it there. You do not move fast. You just feel. The shape under your hand starts to pull in. It gets smaller and softer. You think, it is changing, and it feels warm. You keep your hand still and let it happen.

Your hips push out to the sides. Your waist gets small. Your butt grows round and heavy behind you. You shift on the bed and feel the new weight. You think, that feels full, and I like how it sits. Your chest starts to swell next. It gets big and soft and rests on your arm. You think, they are heavy, and every breath moves them.

Your skin turns smooth. The old hair fades. Long hair grows from your head, dark with light ends, and falls over one shoulder. Your face changes while your eyes stay closed. Your lips feel fuller. A small gold hoop forms at your ear. You think, I can feel the new face, and it feels right.

You open your eyes and stand. A light green top forms around your chest. It is tight and strapless and holds you in. Thin ties hang at the side. White lace shows low at your hips. A small gold necklace with a key rests on your skin. You think, the clothes came on by themselves, and they fit this body.

You walk to the mirror. The girl looking back has long hair and a full chest in the green top. You turn to the side. Your chest sticks out. Your waist dips in. Your butt rounds out under the lace. You think, that is me now.

You put a hand under your chest and lift a little. The top moves with you. It feels soft and warm. You let go and watch it settle. You think, I like the weight, and I like how the cloth holds it.

You look lower in the glass. The lace sits on your hips. You touch the side of your thigh. The skin is smooth. You think, the old shape is gone, and this new one feels good when I press my legs together.

You face the mirror again and fix your hair with one hand. The green top stays snug. The key on the necklace rests between your chest. You smile a little. You think, I asked to feel what a woman feels. Now I do, and I want to keep looking.