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Great choice on the image, everyone! This story ended up taking a bit of a twist I didn't expect. 😂

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“Still half-asleep, aren’t you?” I said, peering down at the beautiful creature sprawled out on my bed. “That’s to be expected, I suppose. The sedatives they gave you are so powerful they’re illegal in most countries, but I wanted this to be a surprise.”

“Wha…” started the young woman, who I’d decided to call Giselle. “Where am I?” She coughed, trying to clear her throat. “Why do I sound so funny? What happened to my voice?”

“I had your vocal cords altered,” I replied. “A deep voice coming out of such a pretty mouth would’ve been a sin.”

“Oh my God,” she said. “I sound like a girl.”

“I assure you, my dear, you more than sound like a girl.”

Giselle, her eyes still dreamy, craned her neck to look down at herself. “I have boobs.”

“And?”

Her hand slowly slid down her flat tummy, and she let out a cute little gasp as her fingers found the little nub that was once her penis. “Where’s my dick?” she whined, tears springing to her eyes. “I… This feels like a pussy.”

“Of course it’s a pussy,” I replied, growing a little irritated. “You’re a woman now.”

Giselle jerked her hand away as if she’d been electrocuted. “No, no, no!” she was becoming more awake. “Tell me this is a dream.”

My brow wrinkled in confusion. “It’s not a dream, my dear—at least, not the kind you mean. But this was supposed to be a kindness. I’m very wealthy. And one of the ways I choose to spend my money is to give people their deepest desire. Why are you upset? All your life, you’ve wanted to be a girl.”

“Who told you that?” Giselle shrieked, sitting up. For the first time, she noticed the soft, costly hair extensions. She brushed them away from her angelic face. “I’m not trans!”

A pit opened in my stomach. “Are you not Peter Matthews of 117 Skyview Road?”

“I’m Matthew Peters,” she screamed. “And I live on 117 Skyview Lane.”

“Oh… Well… Hm…” I said, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “I’m terribly sorry, Ms.—er, Mr. George. It seems my staff has made a regrettable error. Don’t worry, they will be punished. But, for now, since I have not revealed my name or location, I’ll just sedate you again and return you to your home. Again, my sincere apologies.”

“No,” she cried as I took the needle and plunged it into her bicep. “Wait! You have to find a way to…to…reverse…” Then, she was once again a sleeping beauty.

“She’ll cope,” I decided. 

As for the staff member responsible for this embarrassing mistake, I believe I’ll grant him Mr. Matthews’ wish as well. I’ve wanted a new, pretty secretary for quite a while…