Running away (Patreon)

Devon smiled into the mirror, his eyes twinkling with a newfound joy. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” The reflection that gazed back at him was both foreign and incredibly familiar. His flowing brown hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face that was not his own yet felt so right. He reached up, fingers grazing the smooth contour of his cheek, the sensation sending a thrill through his body.

The purple dress he wore hugged his curves, accentuating the feminine figure he had acquired. He was a lot better at working on his face, hair, and overall appearance after being in a female body for two months. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he adjusted the dress, ensuring that it sat perfectly while he thought about just how risky he was living his life now. Devon was the best of the best, an elite spy chosen by the government for this special mission. Having his brain placed into the body of a woman was a necessary step, a tool to help him get close to his target. But as he admired his reflection, he realized that this change was more than just a means to an end. He felt beautiful, powerful, and whole in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Devon walked out to the nearby window, and his heart leapt at the sight of a red Corvette gliding down the street. A rush of excitement ran through him as it pulled to a stop, and he recognized the driver stepping out of the vehicle. It was Ferris, the drug lord he had been assigned to spy on in his female body.

Months of observation had turned into something more, something he never could have predicted. The two had fallen in love, and now things were starting to escalate. The golden engagement ring around his ring finger made the desire to end things worse. Devon knew he had a decision to make, one that would define the path his life would take. The thrill of the unknown beckoned, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny unfolding before him.

Devon hurried to the front door, his heart pounding in anticipation. His new female body moved with grace and assurance, but inside, he was a whirlwind of emotions. As he opened the door, there stood the handsome Ferris, looking dashing as ever, his eyes shining with affection. A timid smile spread across Devon's face as he leaned forward to kiss Ferris's lips, tasting the sweet promise of a shared future despite him knowing who he really was. “Wow, you look incredible.”

“Do you really think so?”

He nodded. "Are you ready to leave the city?” Ferris asked, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down Devon's spine. “But are you sure about this? You can’t go back after this. You’ll be in hiding with me forever.”

"Always," Devon replied, his voice filled with excitement and longing. “As long as you don’t leave me, I won’t leave you. Even if they find us.”

He kissed him again. “They won’t find us, mi amor.” The government, Devon's former allies, would not rest until they found him. After all, he was running off with one of their healthiest bodies, and he had a USB drive of all the government’s secrets. Devon would never be able to hide out in the open again, but after experiencing life as a pampered woman with unrealistic beauty, he decided that being Ferris’ secret wife wouldn’t be so bad. He had money, expensive assets, and companies that could hide every one of their transactions together. And as he looked into Ferris's eyes, he knew that the risks were worth it. Hand in hand, they stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever came their way to Ferris’ private jet.