What did being a man feel like? It's only been a day and I'm finding it hard to remember.

Perhaps because it's so forgettable.

If I had stopped with Mike's dick this wouldn't be a problem. And I should have stopped. But a pussy this exquisite should be used, shouldn't it?

This is bad. I try to remember the feeling of my erect cock towering above my ball sac and all I can feel is Katie's little tongue pressed into my clit as she penetrates me with her fingers. My crotch is flat, all evidence of my former manhood is gone. I try to think about my once muscular frame and my mind wanders to spreading my legs and scissoring Katie on our living room couch, our pussies pressed together as our two feminine voices moan in pleasure.

I look in the mirror to see myself and I see her. Beautiful. Full-chested. Blonde.

What's left of the old me?

Katie's fingers weren't enough. If I stay this way I'll need a cock buried inside of me. I'm already craving it. I need to put my bikini on. I know Mike is waiting for me at his house.

Mike does have a nice cock. . .

I shouldn't go. I need to go the doctor. And quickly. Before another day passes. I need to find a way to change back. Now. I know this is reasonable. Reason is the one thing left of my masculine side. Even when Mike was fucking me I looked at the hilt of his cock buried in my pussy half-reluctantly. Something in me couldn't let me fully enough it because if I enjoyed it, what would that say about me as a man? I had to be cool about it. I had to be detatched. And so I only half enjoyed it.

I regret it. My one chance to be fucked and experience sex as a woman and I only half enjoyed it. Like, why did I have to be so stupid about it?

It's because I'm thinking too much. I always have. Honestly, I think thinking is my problem.

What if - instead of thinking - I just let go? What if I were totally honest?

If I didn't think so much I bet I would be more feminine. I wouldn't feel so guilty. I mean, is it wrong to say I'm starting to love looking down on my big tits? They're so big and juicy and I love the way they weigh on my back and how everyone stares at them.

I loved the way Katie played with my nipples. That felt really good. I'm still wet from our time together.

But if I were being totally honest I would admit I'm still wet because I can't wait to go lay by the pool with Mike. If I were being totally honest I would admit that I expect one thing to lead to another when I get there. He definitely wants to fuck me again. Maybe I want that, too. . .

Fake it till you make it.

It could work. As long as I have settled my way out. Hmmm.

"Phone - remind me to go to the urgent care this evening at 8pm"

There. It's settled. I will go change back tonight after I hang out with Mike. I will be myself again.

Until then, I'm going to take Mike's advice. I'm going to be someone else. That gives me seven hours to give in. To let go completely. To be totally present. That way, when I'm done I will have no regrets.

Everything is settled.

I guess it's time for me to get into character.

And my new bikini.

Mmm. Look at me. I'm so fucking hot. My girls look so good in this skimpy bikini.

Giggle.

I think Mike's going to like the new me.