All thanks to Dad (Patreon)

Sally closed the clothing room stall for the third time and ran her fingers through her silky brown hair. She gushed with glee as she tried on cute outfits for her new body, and when she saw how good she looked, her eyes felt glued to the mirror. After her dad bought her a new body, she wasn't sure what to expect. After all, prior to having her brain transplanted into her fit body, she had been in a wheelchair for her entire life. She had an unbelievable amount of health problems that cut her life to no more than a few more months. She dropped out of her English program and waited for the end.

Thankfully, her dad managed to speak with the right people. They were able to find a donor body that was a perfect match. The problem with brain transplants was that only certain bodies would be compatible with her brain. All of her thoughts and memories were now in her new body after being surgically transferred. It took a handful of weeks before she was finally able to move in her new body, and it took over a month to learn how to walk, but it had all been worth it in the end.

Sally loved the freedom of being able to walk around. She felt fabulous and free. She had been used to being helped constantly throughout her life, and now that she had this new body, she noticed how people treated her differently. It didn't matter if they were a woman or man - everybody looked at her with smiles and affection. Nobody looked down at her or felt sorry. Sally felt confident, strong, and sexy, which were things she hadn't felt before.

As she admired herself in the mirror wearing a new crop top and skirt, she couldn't help but smile at the growing pile of other clothes that she was excited to try on. Sure, she was still a little dependent on her rich dad to pay her expenses, but she could live on her own without stressing either of her parents out. Deep down, she knew her dad would be proud of her and how she was taking control of her life. 

For her whole life, she had worn baggy sweatshirts and leggings because her body was so frail in her wheelchair. She didn't bother looking her best in her old body. Her parents encouraged her to bring out her natural femineity, yet she knew that she wasn't beautiful. Now she had a new wardrobe and a new way of life.

Sally's fingers trailed the toned flesh of her flat tummy after removing her clothes. She slipped into a tight sheath dress and loved how it naturally pushed her firm breasts up. They looked larger, and when she swayed her hips from side to side, she loved the curviness of her athletic figure being emphasized with the help of the black dress' dainty fabric. 

She looked back in the mirror with a giddy grin on her face and took in every inch of her luscious body. Her eyes flicked across her round breasts, tight waist, and her curves. She was also re-enrolling into her English program again as a girl named “Jade,” and she was looking forward to starting over as the rich new girl at her old college. She didn’t want to come back as just Sally – she wanted a clean slate so nobody would treat her like the old Sally. After all, gone was the weak, broken girl trapped in a wheelchair, and in her place was a sensual, fit, young woman ready for anything.