Sit up and look down at your body. Touch your waist, then your thighs. Each place you touch will soften and change a little more. (Patreon)

You sit up and look down at your body. You touch your waist, then your thighs. Each place you touch gets softer and changes a little more. Your waist pulls in. Your hips push out wide. You think, they are getting big, and my hands can feel the new curve.

Your chest swells next. It gets heavy and full and rests on your ribs. You put both hands under it and lift. The weight fills your palms. You think, these tits are big, and they feel warm and soft. Your hips keep spreading so your thighs look thicker under them. You think, wide hips and big tits, and both feel good when I move.

The shape between your legs pulls in and turns soft. You press your thighs together and feel the new place. Your butt rounds out behind the wide hips. Your skin gets smooth. Hair on your body fades. Long red hair grows and falls into two braids. A pink band forms on your head. Glasses sit on your face. You think, I can feel the new hair on my chest, and the tits still feel the heaviest.

You stand. A gray crop top forms over your chest. It is tight and has a paw print on the front. It stops above your stomach. A thick gray sweater hangs off your arms. White pants sit low on your wide hips. A small necklace rests between your tits. You think, the clothes came on snug, and the top can barely hold them.

You walk to the mirror. The girl looking back has red braids, a pink band, and glasses. Her chest fills the gray top. Her hips are wide under it. You think, that is me, and those tits look even bigger in the glass.

You turn to the side. Your chest sticks out far. Your waist dips in. Your hips flare out. You put a hand on one hip and slide it up under your chest. You lift a little. The top moves. The weight settles back when you let go. You think, I like how heavy they are, and I like how wide my hips feel.

You face the mirror and hold the bottom of the top. You look at the bare skin of your stomach, then up at your chest. The paw print stretches over it. You rock your hips once. They move more than your old body ever did. You think, wide hips, big tits, and both feel right.

You fix a braid and look at the girl again. The sweater hangs off one arm. The top stays tight. Your hips still feel full and your chest still feels heavy. You think, I asked to feel what a woman feels. Now I do, and I cannot stop looking at this body.