...into the first day of your new life.

You bump right into the old woman in the colourful outfit.

“Dammit, bitch, look where you’re going!”

She mumbles something in a language you don't understand.

“If that was an apology, you better speak English, cunt! I've had rough night I don’t need your Bullshit.”

She looks after you as you walk by her and suddenly shouts out some loud, hard sounding words in her foreign language.

“Same to you, old hag!”

You show her your middle finger and walk home.

In your tiny apartment you let your clothes drop to the floor and fall into your bed

What a shitty night.

The alarm clock goes off to early as usual. You feel tired, as usual, but also - weird. There's something in your mouth.

Whatever, nothing a good morning wank can't fix.

You put your hand to your cock. And find nothing. You let it wander and find – a slit.

You're suddenly wide awake, your eyes wide open. You jump out of the bed and stand in front of the bedroom mirror.

What was in your mouth was hair – your buzz-cut has turned a luscious blonde, wavy mane, reaching below your shoulders. What you missed in your crotch – is still gone. Instead of a cock, you see – neat little pussy lips under a bush of blonde hair. And on your chest a pair of boobs. Very nice ones, really, C-cups, your stripper trained eyes estimate. Quite firm and slightly tear-shaped.

Your face is nice too. Really pretty. Maybe even beautiful in the right light.

Which doesn't alter the fact that it's a woman's face.

You. Are. A. Woman.

You walk into the bathroom and splash cold water in your face. Slap yourself. If this is a dream, it feels damn real. You look down. Grab your tits. They sure feel real. Enter a fingertip into your pussy lips. That - is really nice… And definitely real.

What. The. Fuck?

As you ponder your situation you look out of your bathroom window. To see an old woman staring through it at you.

What the... who is... wait... the old broad who bumped into you last night? What is she doing… Wait. Those clothes – the language she spoke... Is she a…

You stop yourself, you’re not using that word any more. Mostly because it makes people look at your weird, but still... But… did she – curse you???? That's Bullshit, curses aren't real.

But...

You look down at yourself.

Most logical explanation so far…

You storm out of the bathroom to the door, only to notice just in time you're still naked. Grab your shirt and jeans from yesterday and put them on.

Well. That feels weird. Those definitely aren't tailored to your new proportions. The shirt sits tight over your chest, your belt is too big even in its last hole on your small waist, but your jeans are too tight over your ass. You haven't noticed that one yet, but apparently it’s pretty a nice shape and size, too. Whatever, as long as you're decent.

You storm out into the street, towards the old woman.

“What the fuck…”

You stop – you haven’t said a word since you woke up. The voice coming our of your mouth is higher, obviously, than the one your used to. And also warmer and softer, even now that you use it to scream.

“Do I know you, young lady?”, the woman asks, surprisingly without any accent whatsoever. You stammer. Could it be that she has noting to do with this? That would be the weirdest… Then the woman cackles.

“So you DID this”, you confront her.

“I did indeed, young lady.”

Again you stutter.

“What… don.. stop calling me that!”

“Why?”

“You know I’m not a woman!”

“Oh, I assure you, you are. Your genes, your body chemistry. Oh, and your documents and the memory of everyone you know say that you are and always were a woman!”

“Wha… my… Bullshit!”

You pull out your wallet and show her your ID.

“Does that look like a woman?”

“You should check first before making a scene, young lady!”

You look at the plastic card – with the face that looked at you in the mirror today. And the name Lexi Jordan printed next to it.

“But.. that’s not….”

“I have put a curse on you that not only changes you, but also all reality touched by you. There is no proof left that you were not always…”

She peeks at your ID.

“Lexi. Very pretty name, by the way.”

“Why?”, you yell at her.

“Your really need to ask that?”

“Because I told you to apologize when you bumped into me?”

“First, you bumped into me. Second – you didn’t tell me to apologize, you insulted me. In sexist and racist terms!”

“I did not…”

You remember last night and take a deep breath.

“OK, I might have. A little. It’s been a rough night, I was angry and frustrated. I'm sorry you think that I treated you badly, OK? Now take this BACK!”

“Is it possible you were frustrated because of your encounters with the loose women of that district?”

“What kind of question… that’s absolutely none of your business!”

“I've made it my business, because I just assume you treated none of them any better than me!”

“The ladies happen to like me there, I did not…”

She holds up a hand.

“Shhh. Keep it to yourself. I'm not accepting that miserable attempt of a non-apology to take this back.”

“You are punishing me for being a man, is that it?”

She sighs.

“This curse is not a punishment. Although the simple fact that you consider being a woman a 'punishment' is all I really need to know about you and your state of mind right now.”

“I…”

“Shut up. This is a rehabilitation. You will live your life as a woman, for one week. I will come back next Sunday evening. You will learn what it’s like, understand women. You will learn humility and lose a good deal of that toxic masculinity you're oozing. THEN will you be turned back. And only then.”

“A week? I can't be as woman for a week. My parents… my friends, my boss…”

“All remember you as Lexi, I told you that, try to keep up.”

“My parents think I'm their daughter? Wha... the guys think a woman watches football with them every week?”

“So unbelievable, you think? A female friend who likes sports?”

“No, but…. But what do you mean - learn what it's like to be woman? How could I…”

She snaps a silver necklace around your neck with a stone in it that starts to shine icy blue as it touches you.

“This stone can detect the toxicity inside of you that makes you act like a prick! Living as woman can teach you empathy. Humility. Channelling your sexual urges into less destructive and egoistic paths and use your sexuality to the benefit of others and not yourself. The stone will change colour if you learn. And maybe guide you. If you’re lucky”

“You you want me to be a woman to become a man again. That's some bullshit!”

“I want nothing. Being a man doesn't mean being a jerk. The universe wants you to get in touch with you inner woman. If that means becoming a woman..." she winks at him. "...the universe will find way. But if you come back to me redeemed... it may forgive you and turn you back. If you still want to, then."

“Why the hell wouldn't I? But.... how would I even begin…”

She sighs.

“Let me guess – right now you work with no actual contact to real people, only interacting with your asshole self, some piece of technology and your boss you're trying to brown-nose without much success?”

You frown. She described you number crunching cubicle job pretty well.

“Do I still have that job?”

“You do. But do you see that it doesn't fit to your - female explorations?”

“Do you want me to quit and become a nurse or something?”

Again she sighs.

“Your idea of a profession that can help you develop your feminine side is limited. As was to be expected. There are are women in your company, yes?”

“Well. Duh…”

"I don't know what that means. I’ll assume it’s a yes. Alright. You get one tip from me, but after that you're on your own. I'm not holding your hand, you are supposed to explore yourself on your own! Ask your boss for another job. One that needs more - social interactions. Willingness to service and submit and cater to other's needs. Charme. I will assume with his new memories of you as a woman, he'll already question why you are locking yourself away in the position you’re in.”

“But I don‘t want an other…”

“Are you going to tell me no that you actually like your job?”

“Well. I mean… ‘like’ is a big word..”

“It really isn’t. What have you got to lose? You know what you have to gain!”

She taps your new necklace.

“I… “

You let your shoulders drop – and feel your boobs press against your shirt.

“Don't have much of a choice, do I?”

“You have every choice. You always had. You’re just being pushed a little to others than the ones you made so far."

You look at your ID again.

“One more thing – why the hell do I look like - this?”

The old woman frowns.

“Like what?”

“Like a damn sexpot. I mean, I think I looked decent as a man.. a 6. On a good day...... but this is… “

You spread your arms and present yourselves.

“I’m an 8. At least. 9, maybe. Probably I can be a 10 when I learn…”

You hesitate.

“...if I learned how to use make up.”

The old woman cackles.

“The curse just turns you female. To be honest, I’m not sure where the details come from. Assumptions among my people are it’s either the hidden female hidden genes on your X-Chromosome or the manifestation of your subconscious self image. Either way - it’s how you are meant to be as woman. Your new name included, Lexi.”

“Well. I guess the whole thing has at least one thing going for it…”

You look down on yourself again.

“So you like it, hm. Good start!”

“I…”, you flare up. “I like looking at it, I'm a healthy man. I don’t like being it!”

She chuckles.

"Remember, you’re not a healthy man, nothing in your body is.”

“Well, I still like women, for one thing. Exclusively.”

She giggles.

“We shall see. Until next week, young lady. Behave yourself”

With your mouth open you stare after the woman who just turned your life upside down.

You go back inside. Stand in front of the mirror. Look at yourself. This _can't _be real.

You touch your tits.

Still feel real.

You still need to convince yourself more!