This choice: Use the powder to change into a girl and used the phone app • Go Back...Chapter #6Use the powder to change into a girl, use app by: DougTF   Taking a moment to think about the woman you want to be, who you want to start over as, realizing just what this means. Being a woman, but not only that, being a sexy woman who uses her body to be treated well, get drinks at the bar, get gifts, to be arm candy, to be fluff, to be... a sex kitten. As a guy, having a woman like that appeals to you, but what of BEING a woman like that? Can you do this, can you flirt and tease, and even have sex...with a guy...as a woman? Will you be any good at it? Will it freak you out? Or, maybe most worrying of all, will you like it even a bit too much?
Gasping, you realize this is a LOT more of a deal than you initially thought, and your first instinct is to chuck the powder out the window, and just deal with...with...
Your life. Your boring miserable middle aged dead end life. An overweight and out of shape guy whose wife left him, but did so in such a way that the courts all agreed he left her: moved out when she asked him to, but then spun it in court that he walked out. Alienated his own son from him, took the house, the car, took his life from him. Leaving him with this... a hollow shell of a man who used to be happy. Deal with THIS?
He snorts the powder deeply, really concentrating on the details since he doesn't want to mess this up. Early 20s, stunning hourglass figure, flawless skin ample chest, pert rear, legs that go one for miles. Lithe limbs, honey blonde hair falling past shoulders. But more than that. Agile, limber, flexible. A libido higher than normal with the hormones to drive that. But, caution, tubes that are tied, no sense going that far into this new life. Pouty red lips, almond brown eyes capped with lucsious lashes. Focusing on her, on who she can be, who YOU will be, wondering if even knowledge is possible with this powder... how to do makeup, how to put on women's clothes, heck, how to go to the bathroom. How to drive a man wild. That part is easy, just do all the things he was ever afraid to ask his ex to do. Even details outside herself, a stunning swimsuit and her bag with towel, IDs, even some cash..can the powder do all that, or will he just be a woman with no clothes, no cash, no id? Oh gawd, what has he done, as he feels the deep inhalation of powder tickle his throat, the sneeze wanting to burst forth, holding it in, focusing on the woman he envisions, until..
AHHCHOOOOO!
Stumbling a bit from the force of that, you catch yourself, but instantly tell it worked. Oh dear God did it work... trembling, you pause before turning toward the mirror. Are you trembling in fear? Or anticipation? At this point, does it even matter? You finish the turn, eyes sweeping up to your reflection and you softly breathe...
"I'm gorgeous..." a soft, sultry feminine whisper of a voice as you put a hand to your chest. Your ample chest, at least C cups, maybe even D but no more than that to preserve your figure. Hands slide down the stylish one piece orange swimsuit, a purr escapes your lips as you caress those curves, that narrow waist, gently flaring hips. Turning in the mirror to admire that pert, juicy rear.
But as your hands slide down that far, your bag slips off your shoulder to the ground, startling you. You bend down to pick it up belatedly realizing you did, you have all the things you envisioned. Under the towel is a small purse, opening it with your ID as Angelina Rodriguez, even a green card, as apparently you are Argentinian? Looking back at your reflection, you realize you are gifted with that complexion that can pass as any number of ethnicities. There is a credit card, and a nice supply of cash to get you started on your new life. You softly murmur "Madre de dios" and then gasp. You speak Spanish? The powder did all of this to you? The powder...
You race back to the tin, capping it. You need to keep this safe, as it's your only way back to yourself, to your old life, to....wait.
Why would you want to go back to him, to that life, when this version of you is so perfect. You just need to find a rich sugar daddy, seduce him, let him use you, so you can use him. As your ATM. You giggle, then gasp: you made yourself a gold digger! Well, no, not only that, you definitely want the D, and the bigger the better. Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth. You turned yourself into a shallow, gold digging dick magnet who wants to be arm candy and a sex toy, as long as the treats and toys keep coming. Looking in the mirror at who you are, not just the body but realizing you really DID turn yourself into someone completely different.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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