Discovering the real me (Patreon)

Jackie cupped her breasts and moved from pose to pose in front of the bathroom mirror. She admired herself from every possible angle and loved the way the black dress made her ass look. “He’ll love this,” she said softly when she thought about Jones. She couldn’t wait to see him. She had spent the better part of the afternoon dolling herself up for her date, and now she found herself getting overwhelmed by what they might do tonight. It was their third date, and she desperately wanted him. She moved away from the mirror and stepped out into the hallway with a sigh.

She slipped her feet into a pair of new high heels that clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked from room to room, practicing the walk she'd been refining over the past weeks. She did her best to sway her hips, and once she got into the right rhythm, she gave herself an excited squeal. She loved how perfect she felt, and she wondered what Jones’ reaction was going to be like.

Jackie had painted her fingers and toes a vibrant shade of pink, a color she'd found herself attracted to ever since her transformation began. The color, to her, represented freshness, a new life, and femininity. Every time she looked at them, a sense of satisfaction would wash over her. Her transformation from Jack to Jackie had not been an immediate one. It was a process that began unexpectedly, when she'd signed up to participate in a clinical trial for an experimental antidepressant. She was battling inner demons then, her mind a tempestuous sea of sadness and anxiety. She hoped the medication would provide her with some sort of solace.

Over time, it did much more than that. It began subtly; an occasional flush of the skin, a softening around the edges. Jack's facial hair began to thin, his jawline softened, and his cheekbones became more pronounced. With each passing day, his eyes appeared larger and more expressive. His body, once muscular and bulky, started to become slimmer. His bum became rounder, and his waist steadily narrowed towards the end of the first week. It didn’t take long before his actual hips widened subtly. 

But it wasn’t just his body that was changing. His moods stabilized, his sadness ebbed away, replaced by a newfound enthusiasm for life as his cock slowly shrank and shriveled into a set of inner folds that leaked with her lust. As Jack, he had felt caged. Now, she felt significantly happier, and she especially loved the physical transformations her body had undergone. It didn’t take long before she took on her new pronouns.

Her doctor eventually authorized several years' worth of the medication after extensive examination and deliberation. He explained it to Jackie: the medication wasn't just an antidepressant; it appeared to have some sort of hormonal effect too, which had caused her to develop more feminine characteristics. Even her personality had changed. Though a medical enigma, they both agreed the changes were overwhelmingly positive for Jackie's mental and physical health.

She had no intention of going back to being Jack. She felt gorgeous, wanted, and perfect. The idea itself felt alien, out of sync with who she was now. She had spent her previous life feeling incomplete, unsettled, always yearning for something more. Now, she was something more. Jackie felt like the most genuine, vibrant version of herself that she had ever been.

She returned to the bathroom to look at herself again. She adjusted her sleek hair, now grown to her shoulders, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. As Jackie, she found herself more attuned to beauty - hers and the world around her. It was as though a blindfold had been lifted, and she could truly see, truly be.

Taking a final look at herself in the mirror, a wave of joy bubbled up within her. She giggled, feeling slightly embarrassed but also elated by her own reflection. Jackie skipped across the room, picked up her purse, and then hurried out of her apartment when she received some spicy text messages from Jones. She had a feeling that tonight was going to be wonderful.