Lily Stevens, unhappy with her body

"..."

Looking in the mirror became easier to do by the year for Lily Stevens. Her face was no longer scruffy, her brown hair was now long and silky, and she had built up a good enough wardrobe that post people on the street weren't aware that she was a trans woman.

It still wasn't good, though. She still wasn't happy. Sure, the lingerie she'd put on for the evening looked fine, she wasn't hideous or anything. Lily still let out an unsatisfied huff. No matter how she turned or bent or played with the lighting, there was no way for her to pretend she was anything but small chested and flat assed. The closed thing she had to curves was the bulging of her soft tummy over the waistband line on her lace panties. She wasn't fat, unless you asked the people who designed clothing sizes, but she did have a bit of a belly.

She was so focused on the parts of her body she didn't like, Lily entirely missed as her girlfriend approached from behind, wrapping her arms around Lily's shoulders in an embrace. "Babe, please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing."

Shivering a little in Emily's arms, Lily turned to face her, face flushing and small cock stiffening inside her panties. Unlike Lily, Emily was completely nude, and have her so close made her wonder for the twentieth time that day how she was so lucky to live with this amazing woman. "Sorry..."

"I know you've heard me say it before, but: just because you're not super curvy doesn't make you less of a woman!" Emily stood up higher, using her tiptoes, and in the process rubbed their chests together. "We have the same cup size, babe! And yours are shaped better than mine. If you're not a 'real woman', than neither am I." She kissed Lily for good measure.

Emily was cis, and she was right about their breasts being about the same size. Lily wouldn't agree to the other thing, though. "Honey, your boobs are gorgeous!" Lily's were definitely rounder, compared to the more pointy shape that Emily had. "I know my insecurities are dumb, they just..." She sighed. "It's not that I think I'm not a real woman, I just...wish I was more. I wish I had the kind of body that made people turn their heads when I walked down the street." As Emily pulled Lily towards their bed, she didn't resist, following along dutifully, lingerie still on.

"You turn my head. Not to mention Jake's, and Forrest's, and Julie's, and who knows how many people you just pass by on the street."

As Emily listed the names of Lily's other partners, she buried her face into a pillow, as though trying to hide from the compliment. "Mmbhhh..."

It didn't take much coaxing for Emily to lure her girlfriend into making out, and from there a passionate night of sex.

Neither were aware that as Lily had made her little wish earlier, a shooting star had passed in the night's sky outside. When Lily woke up in the morning, she would have just the assets needed to turn heads... and do more than that.