Try to undo the changes

I give myself a scrutinizing look in my full body mirror.

I scoff as I find the well-studied flaws in my face and focus on my body, which I think is a much more decent part of me. Above average breasts compared to my body mass, only slightly helped by using push-up bras. High heels to compensate for my five foot four height.

Well, that's all fine and dandy, brain, but I used to be a guy a minute ago. I looked at myself and posed a bit more sexily, trying to provoke a reaction from myself. "Hi Dave, I'm you but I'm female and a tease," I said to my mirror image. "Uh-oh," I said to myself as a momentary headache pulsed at my temple and a tingling crawled up my body.

The jeans darkened in color and changed to a synthetic faux leather material, clinging tighter to my skin. My top shimmered and morphed into a sheer top with roses on it. My bra vanished and my nipples poked at the sheer material, visible in contour and color. A small sting announced a piercing to one of my nipples and more make-up manifested on my face. The room shimmered as clothing strewn about become more feminine and less covering, the make-up table bulking up with more products and the content on the art on the walls increasing the amount of horses and muscular boys drawn in them.

"Oh snap!" I said in an unexpectedly alluring voice as I involuntary made a few seductive poses to the mirror. "Oh poop!" I reacted in response to my very teasing initial reaction. "Welp, this stinks like stinky unwashed dick..." I say, a smile creeping onto my face as I lick my lips before catching myself, "...metaphorically speaking... where am I going with this train of thought? Quiet, Davina! Davina?"

I shake my head and take a few short breaths, trying to pump adrenaline into my very lethargic body. Davina's not my name. I am... Dave? Dave! Shit! My old life feels much fainter now.

I audible whine and I throw myself onto my bed, glancing at the mirror as I catch myself posing sexily again. "Fuck, like clockwork," I pout and decide to say what I've been dreading to say. "I was joking, I'm not a girl, or a tease" you whisper, waiting for a tingle.

(images: Ewe Sweet)