I Missed Myself

She broke my reverie with a bang on the bathroom door. “Come on, sister, we don’t have all day!” she shouted. “Get your ass out here.” I toweled myself off, marveling at the sensation as the air cooled my denuded body. All of my body hair was gone except for a tiny patch above my now useless package. I wrapped the towel around myself and returned to my living room. “In here,” she called, and I followed her voice into my bedroom. Arrayed on my bed were the dress, a slip, a bra, and a pair of pantyhose. She was holding a pair of panties in her hands.

She tugged at the towel and it dropped to the floor. My dick hung limply as I stepped into her panties and pulled them up my legs. Before I could finish, she reached down and tucked my penis between my legs. My empty scrotum folded around it, and presto! For all the world, I looked like I had a vagina.

Shaken, I let her put the bra through my arms and fasten it behind my back. I watched in silence as she stuffed the cups with knee highs. When she spun me around to face the mirror on my closet door, my mouth dropped. Looking back at me were two girls, and the one in a bra and panties was me. With her smooth arms and legs and the illusion of breasts, she was definitely female. I stared at myself in shock as Angela began to brush my shoulder-length hair, muttering to herself as she tugged on the tangles. “Ouch!” I said.

“Better get used to it, sweetheart. You have a beautiful head of hair, and without that testosterone in your system, you’re going to get to keep it now. I don’t have time to style it today, but if we can just – get - these – damn – tangles out of your hair, I’ll make you presentable. Do you ever wear a ponytail?”