Chapter 5 by Evie9012

What does she do?

Femboy john

Bessie sat in bed, pancakes half-eaten, mind racing. The voice had said she could do anything. Anything. She glanced at her phone, saw a text from John: “Morning, loser.” Typical.

She smirked. If I can really change reality… let’s see how you like being the loser for once.

She closed her eyes and pictured John—tall, athletic, cocky—and imagined him as a cute little femboy. Shorter than her now, with soft skin and delicate features. Long lashes framing big blue eyes. A perky little ass and a bulge that was barely there.

She clicked her fingers.

There was a knock at the door. “Bessie? Can I come in?” It was John’s voice, but it sounded… different. Softer.

“Sure,” she called out.

The door opened and in walked John—or rather, the new John. He was wearing a tight crop top and short shorts that showed off his smooth legs and flat stomach. His hair was styled in loose waves and he wore just a hint of makeup.

“Hey sis,” he said shyly, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. “Do you think this outfit is too slutty?”

Bessie grinned. “Not at all,” she said. “You look adorable.”

John blushed and sat down on the edge of her bed, crossing his legs demurely.

“I’m so glad you think so,” he said softly. “I just want to make you happy.”

Bessie reached out and stroked his cheek gently.

“You already do,” she whispered.

John leaned into her touch, closing his eyes contentedly.

Bessie smiled to herself. This was going to be fun.