Wendy Wants a Wife

Wendy gasped. "Ok, you can open your eyes."
Wendy was looking at him, her eyes were smiling and he was sure her mouth was smiling too, but it was covered by her hands.
"Brandie, oh Brandie," she whispered.
He held out his hands, they were small, with slender, tapered fingers. He looked down, there were two large breasts, real, not his little estrogen-soaked ones. He stroked his hands over them and his rosy pink nipples hardened. He looked at Wendy as his hand wandered lower, she was nodding. There was a cleft, and inside the cleft the skin was soft and slippery. His fingers grazed a nub, and then a wet opening.
"Oh my God," he said in a higher, sweeter voice. He clapped his hand over his mouth, and hot tears sprang in his eyes.
Wendy hugged him, their soft, feminine bodies melting into each other. Wendy took the covering off the mirror, and he could finally see himself. It was as if he had been put through a real-life gender-swapping app. His hair was long and blonde, his jaw and brow line delicate. His skin was hairless and glowing, his lips pouty.
"Wendy, am I dreaming, or hallucinating? Please tell me this is real," he whispered.
Wendy hugged him, she was suddenly taller, and it was comforting to him. "It's real, Brandie, it's really real."
"I'm a woman, Wendy! I'm a woman!"

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