Transcript: I never knew my girlfriend was a witch, until she cast
the spell on me. Then again, she never knew that I had secret fantasies about
being a woman either. I suppose we were just both real good at hiding our true
selves.
Our relationship had fallen into a rut and I had told her
that I thought we should both begin seeing other people. Understandably, she
was quite upset, though to what extent I failed to notice. She thought it would
be a punishment, to transform me into a woman, but little did she know that she
had singlehandedly granted me my deepest fantasy. I was bewildered at first,
wondering if I was dreaming or if what I had just really experienced what I
thought had happened. Eventually, I settled upon the only logical conclusion
towards which all the evidence pointed, it was
real.
On the inside, I was leaping for joy. I could hardly wait
to have a moment to myself, so that I could explore my wondrous new body, but I
knew I had to pretend to be horrified. With my lips, I begged her to reverse my
fate, but with my mind I prayed that she wouldn’t. To my relief, she refused,
but instead proposed that I stay with her for the remainder of the month, after
which she would reconsider my consequence. I immediately agreed. I couldn’t
have asked for any better. Living with her would give me access to both her
stylish wardrobe and collection of beauty products, and I couldn’t wait to try
them all out!
The rest of the month passed without incident and though
we lived in the same house, my girlfriend and I hardly spoke to each other. It
was in the quiet moments however that I began to notice the change in her demeanor
towards the new me and the wistful look in her eyes. I knew what that look
meant and in my mind, I began to understand why our relationship had fizzled.
At the end of the month, I confronted her with my
suspicions, to which she admitted that yes, she was a lesbian. She had tried to
deny her identity for the safety of normalcy, but she couldn’t, and our breakup
had made her understand that. It was then my turn to confess my secret to her. I
explained to her my desire to be a woman, how I had hid that from her too, and
that how I wanted to stay as I was…and if she would have me, with her too. What
followed was the strongest, most passionate, and most satisfying day of my life…eventually
only surpassed by our wedding night!