Nothing is certain, but she is embracing her new truth.

In the end the Bike was just a conduit it could not change a person who did not want to be changed, deep down or subconsciously. It's purpose was not to ensnare or control it's purpose was to broaden horizons.

For a cis women it was meant to dig deep to her fantasies and wishes and give her confidence and poise to address such aspects of herself. The bike also did not appear for everyone the closest concept would be the Wandering Shop from Terry Prachett's Diskworld. It knew who to appear for and who needed it. Was there more than one? That is uncertain, could multiple people be using it at the same time?

Yes The Bike was merely it's latest form, but such magic or cosmic power did not just begin to exist. it always existed in one form or another.

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Even in her new form Michelle still had ADHD and while she had been planning to try out her new toys, she had instead gotten distracted by Netflix and her phone. There was a lot of messages and social media stuff and more she needed to address. There were a considerable amount of messages, normally she was much better at keeping in contact with people admittedly she had been rather off lately.

Every moment a hint of doubt entered he conscious, the new reality found a new explanation immediately removing any of the uncertainty.

Nonetheless it had taken far longer than she had expected to catch up with everything. Take new selfies (hers were hidiously out of date), reply to multiple txts checks her Dating Profile and reply to some of them while ignoring others. As expected most were usual fare but some had been gracious and respectful. So she had conducted her reply based on the profile. In her experience the women usually had better greetings but sometimes the gentlemen would be shocking. There was a few that had stood out to her and was hoping would get a reply from. After having finally finished she checked work emails and personal emails. There was a party coming up for one of the receptionists, that could possibly be fun. Immediately, she had RSVPed. Once finished she saw one more txt from her superior, opening it up she read:

'Michelle, come to my office tomorrow. '

Michelle smirked licking her lips, she knew what this meant. She had already intended to pop in to do some work on the website since she had some new ideas how to approach construction.

'Why Ryan? What can you offer?'

At once her vibrated and she opened giving wicked grin, he had sent a picture of his member, oh he knew what she liked.

'I don't know, I can work at home easily enough. I don't know why I should get dressed for you and come in.'

Another response this one took longer, this time it ws his same shaft, but this time dripping with cum - apparently he had ejaculated rather hard.

Oh how she wished she could swallow that all. Once again due her arousal, changes happened in her body, most of her male former male identity completely gone, as her legs and arms grew more lithe and soft while her shoulders took on more curved form.

'Oh very well. I'll come in. You got anything in mind or should I just pick an outfit?'

This time the txt came back quickly, 'I'll let you choose, I trust your discretion.'

Despite all this Ryan was far from boyfriend material, but this arrangement meant she could work at home far more often which benefitted her. And in return she would provide services for his ranging hormones. Ryan was terrible at his job and definition of Nepotism, but at least he had hot bod. Maybe she was using him, but in this world a girl gotta do what what she needs too to survive.

Having finished up everything she went to bed reading a little before falling fast asleep.