"Why didn't I change?" Mitch asked himself as he searched for a semi-secluded corner of the party. "Shouldn't I have transformed into Nuugi or whatever her name was?" Mitch continued to weave between people until he darted down a hallway and found himself standing in front of the apartment complex's gym. "Thank god no one is working out tonight." Mitch let out a sigh and looked back down the hallway at the party. "Why didn't I change?" Mitch replayed his interaction with the nerdy guy in his head. "WAIT! I never asked him what he thought about my costume. He asked me if he could tell me and I said yes..." Mitch felt a wave of relief wash over him. "I dodged a fucking bullet" Mitch mumbled.
BEEP!
Mitch turned around and looked at the exterior door at the end of the hallway. The door handle began to move and in walked a college aged guy who was dressed in workout gear. "Shit!" Mitch thought about turning and running, but with his oversized breasts running wasn't really in Mitch's playbook anymore.
"O shit." The guy said as he approached Mitch. "Tonight's the Halloween party?"
"Yeah, it is Halloween after all." Mitch said to the guy who was not so discretely checking Mitch out.
"Aw damn. I should have dressed up." The guy smiled at Mitch and leaned against the wall next to Mitch. "If I had known the party was going to have so many beautiful ladies I would have dressed up and went to it."
Mitch held up his hand. "I'm not a lady." The sly look on the guy's face turned to confusion. "I'm a guy." Mitch reached down and lifted up his purple dress. "See? Dick and balls." Mitch grabbed his package that was tenting the front of his pink pantyhose. "I know I look like a girl, but I assure you I'm a dude... I just have a couple weird genetic conditions..." Mitch trailed off when he realized that he didn't have a great explanation for his condition, and he had zero interest in exploring his new memories to see if there was one.
"O... O wait!" The guy said excitedly. "You're the trann... the guy I've been hearing about! I mean the girl... Errr.. I guess dude. Sorry..." The guy stood there in awkward silence for a moment before he finally continued. "A buddy of mine told me about you. He said there was a girl who lived here that had a perfect set of tits and the cutest face he's ever seen, but she was actually a dude. You're that girl... guy aren't you?"
"Yeah." Mitch said sighing at the guy. Every time he got called the T-word Mitch felt a little bit of his faith in humanity die, but at least this guy seemed semi apologetic about it. "I'm that dude. I've hit the genetic lottery." Mitch said sarcastically. "If only I wasn't a guy..." Suddenly an idea popped into Mitch's head. "This is your chance!" Mitch's internal monologue yelled out. "I have a question for you!" Mitch said pointing at the guy. "Since you know I'm a dude, what do you think of my costume? Would it be better without the penis and testicles?"
The guy looked visibly confused. "Wait... Are you a guy or not?" The guy started to say something but Mitch put his hand over his mouth.
"Wouldn't my costume be better if instead of a 7 inch dick and a large set of testicles, I had female genitals instead? You know a cute little pussy? Wouldn't this costume look soooo much sexier if I was a fully functioning female?" The guy shook his head yes and Mitch let go of the guys mouth.
"Yes... A pussy would make your costume better... I mean, if you had tight hairless pussy instead of a big fat cock and balls... I... I would like your costume better." The guy said looking down at Mitch's dress.
"YES!" Mitch's internal celebration was cut short by an sudden intense pressure in his crotch. "O fuck!" Mitch said crumpling over as his penis retracted into his body. Mitch's whole body felt like it was on fire as he curled up into the fetal position on the floor at the feet of the young man. "This is so much more intense than the others..." Mitch grimaced as his entire genetic structure was rewritten. As Mitch's new hormones flooded his contorting body the young man knelt down to check on Mitch.
"Hey." The guy placed his hand on Mitch's now dainty shoulder. "What's happening. Are you alright?"
As the pain began to subside Mitch rolled over onto his back and let out a sigh. "I'm a woman now..." Mitch starred through the young man's concerned face into a hazy nothingness. "That's it... I've been a woman my whole life... I'm a second class citizen... I'm a Stacy... My only use it making babies and taking care of my husband..."
As misogynistic thoughts frolicked through Michelle's brain the young man continued to look on. "Are you alright?" The guy asked.
"What?" Michelle said in a soft soulless voice.
"Are you alright." The guy repeated himself.
"I'm as alright as I will ever be..." Michelle said.
"Come on. Let's get you up." The guy grabbed hold of Michelle's hand and helped her to her feet.
"His hands are so big... He's taller... I feel so much smaller..." Michelle turned and starred through the gym window like a broken doll. "Thank you. I'm fine now..." She said.
"Seriously..." The guy placed his arm around Michelle's shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright"
Michelle felt a weird surge of hormones and emotion course through her body. "He's so nice..." Michelle thought to herself. "I feel so small.. So weak... So empty... Maybe he'll take care of me..." Michelle's eyes finally began to focus and Michelle began to make out her faint reflection in the gym window. "I'm gorgeous..." She thought as her self pity began to fade. "O my god... I could be a model!" Michelle thought as she studied her faint reflection in the window. "Wait a second! I am a model!" Michelle exclaimed
"You are?" The guy tightened his grip on Michelle's shoulder. "O you are!" The guy said looking down at Michelle. "I found your Insta like a month ago. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in person. Can I get a selfie with you?"
"Absolutely!" Michelle tucked a few strands of long blonde hair behind her ear and wrapped one arm around the guy's waist. "Um." Sensing the lighting wasn't right, Michelle pulled the guy over slightly. "There. Take it."
The guy held out his phone and snapped a picture of him and Michelle. "Let me see." Michelle snatched the guy's phone. "We can do better." Michelle said holding out the camera and posing for another selfie with the stranger.
...10 selfies later. "That's the one." Michelle said opening up his Instagram app. "That's the one you can post." Michelle said sternly.
