My Choice

A scream vibrated through the mall.

"My wife must have just woke up from her hypnotic trance," a man said to himself, sitting on a bench near the ladies bathroom.

I was the one who let out this loud scream. I awoke from a sleep looking at someone I had never seen before. Staring back at me in the mirror.

What I found staring back at me was a beautiful twenty-four year old woman. Wearing a blouse showing off plenty of cleavage. Wearing a mini skirt showing off an hour class figure. My very feminine looking legs were incased in a pair of sheer black pantyhose. I was wearing on my feet a pair of high heels with 4 inch heels. When I lifted my skirt to see if I lost anything else. I found I was all woman. I could even feel my slit and see some pubic hair through my lacy top panty hose.

What the problem was:

The last thing I remembered was that I was a twenty-three year old male, with a nine inch dick.

My memory started coming back to me.

It started by finding an advertisement in one of those smut magazines I like reading. I found it in the Boys Who Want to be Girls magazine.

It Read:

Become the Girl of your Dreams

the cost will be reasonable and six years of your new life.

Please send a legal Stamped Self Addressed Envelope with a recent photo.

Expect a reply from us within four weeks. We will inform you of your acceptance or denial in our program.

Figuring I would never be accepted I sent in my envelope and photo.

Four weeks to the day. I received my SSAE back. I had been accepted. In the letter was a bus ticket to a city out of state. A letter stated if I wanted to continue the program, or seek more information about the program. I should use the bus ticket, if not return the ticket with the provided SSAE. They also asked for to me call a 1-800 number and leave a message with my arrival time if I was coming. It also stated to bring enough money to pay for the return ticket if I decided not to go through with the program.