Embrace the Pink

You're slumped on the couch, staring blankly at the TV as it drones on mindlessly in the background. Your apartment is a mess - empty beer cans and pizza boxes litter the coffee table, dirty laundry is strewn about haphazardly. It's been three weeks since Liza walked out, and you still haven't cleaned up or mourned the loss of your relationship.

Your eyes drift to the trash can by the kitchen counter. Peeking out is the dusty filter you forgot to change in the AC unit last month. The one she nagged you about constantly before finally giving up and doing it herself. Her parting words echo in your mind: "I can't do this anymore. I need a real man who can take care of himself. Not some small-dicked nerd who can't even keep his own place clean."

You sigh heavily and run a hand through your shaggy, greasy hair. Rock bottom. That's what this is. Your girlfriend of two years left you for Chad, the ripped personal trainer who lives across the hall. The one time you tried to talk to him, he just smirked and said "Women like a real man who knows how to use his cock." Liza giggled like a schoolgirl.

You heave yourself up and start cleaning. Into a bag goes the filter and the rest of the trash. A fresh start. That's what you need. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a dark thought whispers: inhale it. What the hell. You grab the dusty filter and take a deep breath through it. Immediately, you feel strange. Girly. Your voice pitches higher, your muscles shrink, your pants feel tighter in the crotch.

Freaking out, you rush to the bathroom. Staring back in the mirror is a cute girl with your face. Shaking, you call in sick to the AI startup you work at, your first day off in two years. No more coding neural networks and machine learning rules. Today, you're a chick.

You hop online to research. All the porn sites are filled with busty babes and college sluts. Then you see a video of a girl who looks just like you - petite, nerdy, shy. And her videos are super popular. An idea forms.

Using your computer skills, you write an AI program of yourself as a girl. Then you buy some lacy panties, a push-up bra, and a tiny skirt. You pose in front of the webcam, pouting and jutting out your hip. Click click click. Money starts rolling in.

Soon you're raking in cash as the hottest new porn star. Fans can't get enough of your girl-next-door look and submissive attitude. You lounge around the apartment all day, masturbating for money. This is the life.

A month later, you've saved up enough to move out of this dump into a swanky high-rise. No more rock bottom. As you zip up your skirt, you can't help but laugh at the dusty filter sitting on your desk. The thing that started it all. Liza doesn't know what she's missing. You're no small-dicked nerd anymore. You're a sexy, wealthy, popular pornstar. You're a girl, and it feels amazing.