Making the Most of it

Brian woke the next morning to discover that it hadn't all been a dream. He was still Brianna. Still trapped in the body of a super hot young woman, with no indication when, or even if, that was going to change. For the first time, some of the practical concerns of his current predicament hit home in a way he could no longer push to the back of his mind. The most pressing was how he was supposed to explain this change to his friends, family and work.

The truth was, he couldn't even begin to. It wasn't like his female form bore any resemblance to how he looked as a male. Brian was a fairly ordinary looking guy with broadly masculine features, whereas Brianna was a flawless vision of feminine beauty. If Priscilla had turned him into a version of himself with longer hair and tits, Brianna certainly wouldn't have been cleaning up on dating apps the way she currently was, but at least people could have recognised it was still him. If a beautiful female model approached anyone he knew claiming to be Brian, the best outcome he could possibly hope for was that they would think it was a prank.

Brianna at least retained access to everything Brian owned, so he was still able to use his phone (his fingerprints seemingly the only thing about him that hadn't physically changed) and work laptop. That meant he could keep in touch with those close to him by text so they didn't think he had vanished off the face of the Earth, and could probably get away with working remotely for a few days at least. That kind of existence wouldn't hold up for long before coming under scrutiny, though. Brian also had to consider that, in the eyes of the law, he was probably trespassing on his own property. He lived alone and certainly wasn't going to turn himself in, but a concerned and well meaning relative might see him slung out onto the street.

It was all too stressful to think about so, instead, Brian distracted himself by opening the Tinder app on his phone. Technically, Priscilla's magic had worked incredibly well - Brian hadn't had anywhere close to this many dating options up until now. He had messaged six hot women last night, five of whom had already replied, and three of those made it pretty clear they were DTF. He could only have dreamed of results like this until now. With his likes queue still increasing by the minute, he could actually afford to pass up on two sexy women who wanted to fuck him tonight and settle on one for now. He picked Lilith, who was super hot in her photos while her bio gave off just the vibe he was looking for, eager to hook up but not down for anything more serious than that. Brian had no idea how long he would even be a woman for, after all.

Within minutes of his next message, she had agreed to a hook up date that evening. It would begin at a lesbian bar, one where men weren't even allowed to enter. Brian had to admit to himself he was quite excited to intrude on that world and discover first hand what a lesbian bar was like, especially as a hot girl. Lilith wanted to exchange numbers for his WhatsApp, which was something of a problem, since he was still on there as Brian and switching to Brianna, even for a day, would more than confuse his other contacts. He realised he needed a burner phone, as well as something sexy to wear for his date.

This was all kinds of fucked up, and Brian dreaded to think about the many things that could go disastrously wrong, but it seemed like too good an opportunity to miss.

For the first time under his new identity, Brianna ventured out in public.