New life, new dreams, new name.

As she climbed on to the bike and started it up she had long gotten used to the blinking red light. There was something comforting about it as weird as it seemed. There was probably some internal damage in the electronic that caused it, but she rather enjoyed seeing it. It was like an old friend. Nonetheless she had to focus on her exercise setting up a course, she started to pedal. Times like this her mind lingered on her ex, he always insisted she was overweight and should exercise more. Honestly she had no idea what she had seen in him. Maybe it was one of those situations where she thought she could fix them. Not to mention, it can't have been the sex, that was definitely not it. Maybe he had started okay, even reasonable, but he just grew worse, almost bitter. Thank god that hell was over, and she could now live her life as she wanted.

As she cycled the changes now hastened by her acceptance of the emerging realities accelerated, her 'pec's formed into a beautiful C cup, her hips and ass expanded while her sex continued to shrink and shrivel up. While her feet cycled the pedals, her hair grew out more and her features continued to soften and become more feminine. Memories of her life flowed through her mind, how she had worked hard at school and even Valdictorian. Although, she had opted to do not go to University, because she wanted to help her Mother. Taking a job in resturant she helped pay her Mother's debt a gift from her sperm donor.

She remembered fondly going to dances, and dressing up for special occasions. The only reason she worked in Website Design was because she did actually enjoy aesthetic of working on websites and she was adept at coding. Each new fact, became a truth melding to the world and influencing it in changes. When not working, she did Yoga and some martial arts because a girl needs to prepared. Her phone would modify and adapt to the spinning of these new fates. Texts from lifelong friend, her Instagram and social media presence.

The longer she was on the bike, the more everything solidified erasing any trace of who once remained. Her closets and drawers morphed and changed, all remnants of the old life vanishing second by second. How the house adapted and evolved becoming less of a middle class bachelor pad and aesthetics mutating and evolving. From colour of wallpaper, to furniture and how it was arranged everything had to go, everything had to change. The eldritch aura wafting off the bike obliterating the old self and instead replacing and reforming. Paintings, pictures, decorations changing aggressively. While she cycled, a text would arrive on the phone and with it she knew herself. Michelle, she was Michelle.

the suggestive, hypnotic qualities of the Bike made it so Michelle missed all these drastic mutations occurring around her. There was no old self, only the self that exists now. Life's reformed, retooled and changed. Everything from experiences, to life long friendships expertly fitted and slot in. Relationships that never existed before or could never have exist, were now the very truths of the entire self.

Having been cycling a lot longer than she anticipated she clambered off her bike feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder, to think Daniel thought she would never amount to much. Michelle had really made her house into a home. Full of her personal touches, he had hated plants due to his hay fevers, so she was overjoyed she could have them again.

Lifting her phone she saw a ton of texts, immediately replying she had no idea her new social life was something her former self never got. No instead, Michelle sat down on the sofa and replied to her friends. Sometimes change was all you needed.