A Slice of Life - Ch. 1

Staring back at me is a relatively attractive, slender young girl. At least from my perspective, anyway. Breasts only an A-cup at most, my hips not fully flared yet, I still had a long ways to go. However, I didn’t grow any facial hair anymore, and my face was becoming feminine and rounded. And my hair, my god, it was luxurious and full, shimmering golden in the right light.

I looked down at the elongated scar stretching from just above the palm of my hand halfway up the inside of my left arm. How I’d managed to survive that gash was still a mystery to me. Perhaps it was fate? And I looked at my bubble butt and waist, thinking I needed to double down on my workout regimen. Still though, since I started transitioning from boy to girl, I’d definitely made some progress. I’d fuck me. Hard.

My eyes were probably my prettiest feature, though. Catlike with long, elegant eyelashes, the irises a stunning shade of light blue. My lips are pouty and full, mostly thanks to the estrogen pills. Turning around and posing sluttily in the mirror, I inspect my well-fucked asshole. Bright red, tingling to the touch. Mmm, I’ll have to get Aren to use lube next time. Still worth it though.

The high of the Premarin comes on slowly as I relax in the tub. Baths are the best part of a day, really. Listening to Boards of Canada on my phone, I close my eyes and let my mind drift. I start dreaming of Aren and I, and where our future lands. Hopefully a nice, small town situated in the Alps, or perhaps the Black Forest. We’ve both always had a thing for nature, going on hikes whenever we get the urge to escape the rat race for a while.

As I sink deeper into the simmering bathwater, I hear a knock at my door. Maybe it’s Aren?

Getting out of the tub, I grab the red terrycloth bath sheet and wrap it around me and a smaller towel to wrap around my hair. Checking my face, I make sure I’m presentable. I walk to the door and look through the peephole. Instead of Aren, a police officer is standing out front, badge glinting dimly in the streetlight and partially obscured from the snowfall that’d picked up.