Abbie Gives Me a Makeover

“See?! I told you you’d make a cute girl.”

Standing naked in front of Abbie’s mirror, I found it hard to disagree. Soft cheeks, button nose, dark, shoulder-length hair, sizable bottom, and hand-filling breasts. I would have never worked up the courage to even speak to this girl at the library a week ago.

Now I was her.

“What do you want to wear?”

I shrugged, still fiddling with my hair, examining my reflection.

Abbie tweaked one of my nipples, and I gasped.

“We don’t have all day.”

“I don’t know,” I shifted from foot to foot. “I want to feel comfortable.”

She nodded, “Something basic then.”

But when she’d dressed me in jeans and a t-shirt, something didn’t feel quite right. Even though they were a woman’s clothes, they didn’t suit my body.

“I can tell that’s a no. Let me try some things.”

What ensued was a flurry of dresses, skirts, and blouses. I hardly felt conscious for most of it.

“How does that feel?” She asked, stepping back.

I noticed the dress first, a shade of navy blue. Though it covered my entire neckline, it ended in the middle of the thigh. Gray tights enveloped my legs to give me some modesty. Underneath the dress, I wore a moss-colored button-up that kept any other skin from showing.

Abbie handed me my glasses, and their wire rims completed the look. I could be a librarian’s assistant or a grad student or…

A tutor.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

Abbie squealed, “I knew it! You’re so cute.” She put a hand on my shoulder, looked my reflection in the eyes, “And you’re still Andy, but now you’re Andi with an I.”