My New Man

Chin up and shoulders back and I started to walk, crossing the path between the booths and making a beeline over to his. I tried not to stare at him but it was a little hard to do. I mean the guy was objectively handsome, so attractive it was honestly a little distracting to me.

I'd been around a bunch of attractive men over the last day or so. The stranger from the library. My landlord. My old bully. Hell even my old friend was handsome in his own severe kind of too skinny kind of way.

Each one had their own unique appeal. Each one was handsome in their own fashion and each one had a fun kind of flavor to them. From Lucas who was older and had a silver fox thing going on to the stranger from the library who was handsome in a kind of debonair lost in a book sort of way.

But this guy was different. He was attractive in his own unique way. And he was, frankly, hot enough to make me almost drool over him.

I mean he was fully dressed and all but it was clear this guy was fucking cut and build like a brick house all at the same time. Taller than any human had any right to be he was gorgeously blonde and probably two hundred and fifty pounds of pure intimidating muscle.

If Adonis was real, this would be him. If the god Apollo came down to stride among men, he would look like this. If you wanted to pour every last ounce of power into an oversized frame, you'd get a guy like this.

And he was dressed but his body was putting that clothing to the test and pushing its limits. Almost bursting at the seams and bulging out in the rest of them, his broad pecs just blasted out into your face and his biceps so thick they looked like they were bigger than my arms.

I'd never seen a man wear a t-shirt and jeans so well. I'd never met a man who made me feel so small, so petite.

So feminine.

Maybe that was the appeal of him. The closer I got the more slight and petite and feminine he made me feel by contrast. I could almost smell the masculine pheromones coming off of him in waves. It hit me again and again and again and again I found it hard to breathe around him, I found it hard to keep myself from floating.

Oh I wanted him. I wanted this golden haired adonis to want me. I wanted him to show me what he could do with that powerful body of his and I wanted him to take me, to make me a woman and to make me know how much I could take.

And yes that's crazy to think but all of this is frankly entirely fucking insane right now. Everything from the scenario onwards is absolutely crazy to me but the craziest part about it is that it feels so right to do this.

I made a wish and woke up on a bus in a feminine version of the life I'd lived before. And I was terrified and overwhelmed but the fact was I was here with a second chance at things and the fact was that everytime I fought things, everytime I tried to pretend that I didn't want this, I only felt out of place.

But when I gave in. Whether it be giving in to the whims of my bully or my landlord or my crush or a random stranger who gave me a handsome smile, I felt good.

I felt noticed and wanted and desired and bubbly and happy and delighted and yes, none of this made any sense at all but at the same time it made so much sense.

I'd never been much of a man. But as a woman?

Sure I thought I was straight but maybe I wasn't. Maybe the body I used to live in was inclined to this all along and maybe this was the only way I could be happy.

And it was exhilarating and it was terrifying and it was overwhelming and it was so fucking confusing I could barely stand it.

But I was going to do this. I was going to flirt.

And I wasn't going to do it for Rachel and I wasn't going to do it out of any sort of obligation. I wasn't going to do it for some kind of reward or any such thing.

I was going to do it for me.

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