The Real Her

The next couple months go by like an acid trip.

Drake gets plastic surgery again and again, grows his hair even longer, and trains himself to speak in a higher pitch at all times.

Sometimes you woke up thinking you just had the weirdest nightmare, only to go downstairs and see him standing in the kitchen, in a tight summer dress, making pancakes for you while humming.

He lost about half his entourage when he showed up wearing make-up and high-heels for the first time. The other half left when he came home from the hospital with a big pair of caramel-colored tits, filling out the elegant evening gown he had bought beforehand.

But he doesn't seem fazed. He really stopped caring what the world thinks of...her? It's still so unfamiliar, and you had to constantly remind yourself when addressing him. But he... fuck she, she looks so devastated whenever you address her as male.

You have no idea why you still stick around, not even 40 and Chubbs are still here. You got a couple employees now, taking care of everything, not friends and acquaintances like before.

Chubbs leaving made you head of security, so the money is a factor of course. But a big dude like you, with previous experience working for a celebrity, could have gotten a similar job somewhere else.

Maybe at some point you really started to care about this weird ass nigg... woman. This weird ass woman.

And you gotta be honest, if there wasn't this whole gender change thing, Dee, as she now wants to be called, would be quite the catch, There's very few employees you had to hire for the housework. Dee cleans, Dee cooks, Dee does laundry. Even yours.

Not to mention Dee somehow became beautiful as fuck, after the operations and the ultra strong hormone therapy for rich people.

The thick lips got nicely reshaped, the nose got even smaller and more elegant, the face got more narrow. There's the perfect caramel skin, the big ass, the big tits, and the slim waist. And long, luscious black hair, the only hair on her body, cascading in locks over her alim shoulders.

Surprisingly, money never became a problem. The moment Drake's career ended was the moment Dee's began. Her first single was a Lil Nas X feature, the second one with Kim Petras.

Of course there were public burnings of Drake records and merch, **** threats on social media, and a couple close calls after shows. But the hate died down eventually, when people found a new target of the week to harass.

And through all of it, you stuck with Dee. Dee who is now leaning against the door frame of your bedroom, in the middle of the night, wearing a pink see-through night gown. She looks absolutely stunning.

Your heart races, your mind as well. No point in lying to yourself, you thought about this. More than once. Wondered what her breasts would feel like in your mouth, and how tight those doctors made that pussy. But you're still conflicted.

"Mind if I mind if I come in?" She hesitates, clearly more scared than you could ever be.