Changing in the lift

John loved being a woman. All eyes were on him wherever he went and he felt every pair. The app truly was incredible and John wondered why he, of all people, was chosen to receive it. Sure John could wonder about it all day, but then again, you don't look a gifted horse in the mouth.

Finally, after a long walk, John arrived at his apartment building. It was near the center of the city and from it you were able to see the park. John's room especially had a good view on it. In the morning he loved watching the busy streets with people going by. Most of all he loved it when the routine joggers come by. He remembers most of their faces and all of their bodies, which he every morning wished to come close to, so they might help him with a little problem of his, ever man had in the morning. Now however, this dream could become reality and John knew that.

John admired himself in the elevator mirror. His breasts were voluptuous and his ass had just the right curve, but as he looked at himself, concentrating at every detail of his body, he grew more and more uncomfortable. It felt weird. John knew he wasn't himself anymore. The app made sure he is. Yet still, John could in the mirror still find traces of his old self. The eyes he looked into, they reminded him of the baggy eyes of John, the ugly man. The hair, it reminded him of the messy oily hair of John, the unattractive man. The skin, it reminded him of John... himself.

'Fuck this', he yelled and opened the Omni App on his phone. Quickly he generated a sentence: John, the hot woman, admires herself in the mirror.

John only thought for a moment and changed the sentence with a bright smirk on his face.

John, the hot bimbo, admires herself in the mirror.

John felt different this time. Sure, he knew he still was a woman, it was most notably in the fact, that he still had nothing between his legs, but instead of just feeling horny like the last time he changed something about himself, he felt lighter this time. Like nothing in the world could change his mood. It was as if a big chunk of his brain power was erased. John looked up.

She was gorgeous. She felt like she could charme even the most celibate man.

The elevator door opened and she looked at her mirror image one last time, giving her new self an air kiss and a wink as she stepped out.