A new way forward

"I'm proposing you live life as Penny for a while. And I live life as a rich single woman who still has a couple years of her twenties left and together we have some fun. That or we split and you live whatever lie helps you sleep at night. I won't live with you as Trevor. I've well earned half the proceeds of this deal. Either way I intend to recapture the care free stage of my life I skipped. We have the money, hell the **** we both worked to create can help change you."

Change you? She wasn't talking about role play or dress up, she was asking you? Telling you? Giving you permission? To go further than you had ever even imagined. It was true that the **** you had developed would be able to make drastic edits to your body.

The startup had produced two treatments, one was going into the competitive market for protocols that allowed fine tuned editing of the genome, even full chromosomal replacements were possible. This was an impressive state of the art treatment but it was one of several that had been in development and not what had given the startup its astronomical valuation. Changing the genes was only half the battle, many genes were only active during certain development periods or would only stop making the problems they caused worse without reversing them. A cancer that was caused by an unfortunate combination of genes wouldn't go away just because you edited the genes that had originally caused it. That's where the company's real innovation came in. You had developed a genius combination of **** and laser stimulation that could cause the body to dissolve the effects of previous gene and "reset" to the genomic baseline. The tagline was that it could cure many types of genetic cancers but it could also do so much more. The procedure had never been done for something that big, but it had been tested for markets like more natural breast augmentation and in principle it should be able to fully reverse one's sex.

You had never given the fantasy this much oxygen and the rational part of your mind that had dominated for decades was protesting that this idea is madness. You had been quietly thinking about this for too long and Alice interjects.

"I'm going to go out and talk this over with the ladies. I'll be back late. If you're going to leave, leave, if you're going to stay then you're sleeping in the basement for now. If you're still here we'll talk terms in the morning"

With that and without touching you once since you arrived she walks past you and out of the door. The lack of contact feels Icey and leaves you feeling hollow.