“That's what I'm supposed to wear now?” he whispered, although it was probably the least surprising thing about the day.
He had been friends with Jason or “LoneBoy1990” on the internet for a good six months now and together they had had a lot of fun, shared videos, gambled, memed and simply chatted about God and the world. If someone had asked him, he would have described them both as really good buddies who were on the same wavelength, even though Jason knew little about his everyday life and he, conversely, had no idea about Jason's.
Today... that had changed. In the middle of the day, a limousine had suddenly pulled up next to him and someone who looked like a butler had asked him to sit in it, 'Master Jason' would like to see him and invited him along.
Of course it had been weird. Even if you are so rich that you have a butler, you didn't have a friend picked up in a limousine like for a prom date. - When he had this thought, it had still been a joke.
A good hour later - or a good hour before now - he had seen Jason for the first time, not lounging in front of his computer, not dressed casually as usual, but quite posh - and expensive - in front of an impressive estate in the middle of a huge garden.
“I'm sorry for what must have been a big surprise - but I just have to risk it,” he had apologized, far too much, for such a rather positive thing, while handing him a drink, green tea flavor. Of course Jason knew how much he liked it.
Then... things got really weird. Following Jason's lead, he drank the welcome drink all the way down - and immediately had a ghastly stomach ache that caused him to slump to the floor, writhing.
“I'm really sorry, so sorry, but it'll be over in a minute, I promise,” he had heard Jason say through the veil of pain... then suddenly it was indeed just gone. Along with a few other things.
At first, of course, he had noticed that his clothes were suddenly loose, simply because he no longer fit into them. Shoulders, arms, legs, upper body, everything was clearly smaller, thinner than before. But...
“Breasts?” - That was all he had said when he noticed this soft, gentle, sensitive mass on his chest and felt it with both hands. And a second later, he also realized that he was now a she. “What did you do?”
He... she had been too perplexed to even be angry. Even now. How was that even possible? Jason hadn't explained. Just said why he'd done it.
“We're soul mates. I've never been as close to someone as I am to you, had so much in common, been able to open up so much, without fear or shame. I... I just had to risk it,” he repeated.
“To make me a woman?!”
“Yes, to make you my wife - to give you... to give us this chance.”
She had just stared at him perplexed, too confused, absurd, impossible... simply everything and nothing was going through her head, now suddenly lined with long hair.
“Please, don't be afraid. Just give me this week. No obligations. And I will definitely give you a hundred thousand Euros afterwards, as compensation for this scare.”
“H-hundred thousand...” How much money did he actually have? Surely millions, the estate alone had to be worth that much. And such a man wanted him...her... as his wife...?
She had nodded silently, saying nothing more, still in shock, even physically, and the butler had then led her here, to her own room with her own bathroom - and new clothes too, including this skirt.
She felt different. And yet she was still... herself. The “I” had persisted - and it got used to the changes almost frighteningly quickly. So quickly and so much so that the thought of how he could have chosen such a comparatively normal girl for his advances had already crossed her mind in front of the mirror.
Her heart was pounding - and she wasn't sure why. But there were probably plenty of reasons.
The shock. The change. Being 'desired' in several ways. The curiosity. The money. And also... and also the thought of what it would mean if he could actually convince her.
Looking in the mirror once more, she blushed, catching herself fantasizing about what she would look like in a wedding dress - then with a baby bump - admitting to herself that he was probably right about the soulmate and now that he had suddenly created this possibility, it was only the shock about this suddeny transformation that still frightened her a bit - while the thought of seeing him again, not as a friend - but as a girlfriend, all pretty and made-up, felt more and more reassuring... blushing, as she let these thoughts wander to where this week could lead if she just let it happen.
