Real girl.

He's confused, humiliated—probably—and is struggling to deal with your sudden intrusion into what is most likely his deepest secret. Let alone your casual attitude.

His mouth falls open and no words come out, leaving him looking confused and panicked.

You tsk at him. "You can't lie to me now, so don't insult me by trying. Just answer the question. I'm not upset."

He looks at you warily, then down at your enhanced chest. Something shifts within him and he softens, letting his guard down. He looks sheepish as his face grows bright red.

"I... think I'd really like to be a real girl. I've always had a fascination with it." His eyes rise to yours, searching for validation or acceptance.

You smile reassuringly. "Go on. Tell me more. What do you think about?"

He perks up a little, hopeful. "Well, as you said, I've never been particularly macho. So... I guess I'm insecure about myself as a man. Be strong, be dominant, be aggressive, be stoic. It's a lot. I don't want all that." He's talking faster now, past the awkwardness barrier. Now it's just raw, unfiltered truth spilling out of him.

"I wonder what it's like to be desired, really desired. Lusted after. Hungered for. Sometimes I feel a lot of pressure to perform during sex, and I just want... to not have to. You are amazing and sexy, and I just want to satisfy you in every way possible but I don't think I really can... And then I think, wouldn't it be nice to not have that pressure? I want to be the thing being taken. To be the one whose satisfaction is the prize. To just wear pretty things and have someone else put in the effort to—"

You cut him off with a raised hand and a long sigh. "Is that really what you think being a woman is? No, wait. Don't answer that. Face value." You take another breath. "So. That's a highly fetishized viewpoint, I'll say. Is that really what you want to be? What you're thinking about while you're writhing on the bed in my underwear touching yourself. Being a sexy little piece of fuckmeat?"

Nicholas shudders at the word and you swear you can see his erection swell behind the silk. You roll your eyes. "I'll take that as a resounding yes, you adorable little freak." You move closer to the bed to take in the sight of him. He's never been unattractive to you, and you've always been content with your sex life together. He's clearly struggling with some deep issues that have nothing to do with you, but from the way he emptied his purse you know you'd never be able to convince him without the stone. The dude needs therapy. Or... maybe he just needs the stone.

He stares at you warily but optimistic.

"As it turns out," you say, climbing onto the bed to kneel beside him, cupping his face in your hands. "today is your very lucky day, and I'm in a good mood." You lean forward to kiss him softly. "I can make this dream come true for you. But this may take a lot out of me, so I don't want to hear any talk about changing back for at least a month. And you're going to be submissive to me, you got that?"