Press The Button (Patreon)

The door opens. You enter the bar. You see her. She sees you. She smiled at you. It is a pretty smile, as pretty as any.

You looked her over. She was wearing a light blue pantsuit and brown pumps with a two-inch heel. Presumably, she was wearing a bra and panties underneath. She is definitely wearing a bra. You could see the outline of her bra straps on hes back. The slight bump where it fastened was unmistakable.  She had long brown hair that framed her oval face and draped itself down her shoulders to the top of the swell of her breasts, petite features, small hands, delightful makeup, and nice-sized breasts for her frame. You noticed her every feature.

It wasn't fair.. She looked like a woman in every way. She didn't have to make any effort. If her hair was shorter. If she never wore makeup. If she always wore the most masculine apparel she could find, she would always look like a woman.

You couldn't do that. You tried and tried. You had scores of womanly outfits at your house already. You could take hormones for a decade. You could have as many surgeries as you liked. You could wear only the finest dresses and spend hours on your hair and makeup. But you still could not pass as a woman. It was impossible.

Your face is too angular. Your shoulders are too broad. Your hands are too big. Your voice is too deep. You had thousands of subtle traits all of which proclaimed, 'you are now and have always been a man.'

Maybe if you started taking hormones in your teens it might have been different. But you were over forty now. It was too late to ever believe that you could pass. Your body had developed manly attributes. Your masculine mannerisms are too ingrained. It doesn't matter how you feel inside. It doesn't matter who is the real you.

It could all change now. You have the device hidden in your hand. All you had to do was push the button and you would become her, and she would become you. She wouldn't know anything had changed. She would think she had always been you. She could be as feminine as she wanted that was her choice. You could do the same, only you wouldn't have to pass anymore, she would. You would be a real woman: young, pretty, and feminine.

You hadn't noticed you had hesitated at the door. You resumed your pace. She was only a few steps away. Press the button and she would be you; you would be her. She was still smiling at you. It was such a pretty smile. Her legs were crossed in a way that was impossible for you. Her hand was draped so casually in a delicate manner on her knee. Her breasts were projected proudly on her chest. Her shoulders were so narrow. Her butt was so round.

You could have all those things. Just press the button and it would be yours. Why haven't you pressed it yet??? You are fifteen feet away. You haven't pressed the button. You are twelve feet away. What are you waiting for? All that could be yours all you have to do is press the button. Press the button. Press the button...

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