I Make My Choice

I woke up a man. The change provided a peculiar distance from the events of yesterday, like they’d happened to someone else.

I could call Mrs. Delaney, tell her I was sick, and quit over the weekend. I could get a job at the local pizza place where George worked. I could leave this all behind me.

It wouldn’t happen.

I’d already made my choice, and now it was time to make another.

An hour later, I fished my clothes out of the dryer. The skirt had shrunk by at least an inch in the wash, but I just smiled: all the better.

I drove off, the X-Change in my pocket and the slutty uniform on my passenger seat, but I had one stop to make before my shift.

I walked into the makeup store, and my sudden confidence faltered. I had no clue about any of this stuff.

A cute, young sales associate with a shock of green hair noticed my state immediately.

“Hi there,” she bounded over. “Can I help you find something?”

“Um, uh, yeah, actually,” my inability to talk to women made the simple conversation excruciating. “I’m, uh, I guess I’m looking– my girlfriend wanted me to grab some things– some makeup– for her.”

She nodded, “Powder? Eyeliner? What kind of stuff?”

“Oh, uhh, geez, I guess– I sort of– I forgot to write it down? She wanted like– uh– e-girl stuff– I think, at least.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “Do you know what brands she likes?”

“No– I– Uhh– don’t.”

“No worries, follow me.”

She turned abruptly and led me through the maze of a store. I jogged to keep up with her quick pace. She ushered me into a room with a door that read ‘Employees Only’.

“So, do you have the X-Change on you?”

“What?”

She sat me down on a stool in a private corner of what looked like the storage area.

“There’s no girlfriend: you’re buying this for yourself, right?”

She caught me so fast.

“Yeah.” I mumbled.

“That’s okay! If you take the X-Change now, I can give you any look you want.”

“Seriously?”

“Babe, I work on commission. Just buy everything I tell you to, and we’ll call it square.”

I looked up at her, “Thank you,” I said.

She laughed, “Don’t mention it. Now hurry up, they’ll notice if I’m off the sales floor too long.”

I walked out transformed in both gender and appearance. I didn’t understand most of what Emma’d done, but the results were tremendous.

An inviting red blush covered my cheeks and nose. Thick, black wings extended from pink eyeshadow. With what she’d called ‘falsies’, she’d doubled the length of my lashes. My lips were a candy shade of red.

I changed in the car. The skirt was now so short that it barely covered my ass, and my pussy touched the seat.

When I pulled into the bookstore’s parking lot, I pulled the sun visor down to look in the mirror.

I pouted my lips and batted my eyelashes, practicing.

“Can I suck your cock, Daddy?”