She is.

Leila lay with Jeff, idly toying with the newly transformed girl’s nipples and breasts. “To think you’d make such a pretty girl,” she commented. She grabbed her phone and stood. “I want to take a picture of you. Record just how pretty you are,” she said. Jeff blushed with embarrassment at the praise and felt self conscious. Her hands moved to cover herself as she grinned. Leila took the picture and showed it to Jeff. “Hmm very pretty...” Jeff stared at her photo. She tried to reconcile her self image of herself with that image and failed.

As Jeff considered she became aware of the pressure that had been building in her bladder. It was full. “Excuse me.” She said as she moved to the bathroom. She reluctantly put the seat down and sat down to pee. This was one aspect of being a woman she wasn’t fond of. It wasn’t nearly as accurate and it squirted and dribbled out in a distinctively different way to that she was accustomed too. It drove home the extent of her changes. Her cock was gone. She was a girl.

As she exited she saw Leila finishing up typing on her phone and sending a message. “You’re like the other half of the population that sits down to pee now...”

“Yeah. Um... who were you texting? Did you send that picture to anyone?” Jeff asked.

“Oh, I sent it to Luke.” Leila said. Luke was Jeff’s pal from university.

“Luke? You didn’t tell him it was me right?!” Jeff asked with concern.

”Like he’d beleive that... no. I told him you were my new lesbian conquest...” she laughed. “I asked him around...”