The lover of Lisa

“Now Johan, it’s time to pick an name to go with this look. As you know
my name wasn’t always Lisa, and your name has to be something that you
will recognize and something that will fit you. I like names that are
similar of the name you have so that it will be easy to learn and
remember, so I have decided that your new name will be Joan. It’s close
to your old name and I like the sound of it. So Joan, welcome to the
world. Open your eyes.”

And with that I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful women I
have ever seen looking back at me. I was wearing a simple dress of
lavender and pink that hung from my shoulder to just above my knees, and
I had TITS! My nails were a soft burnt orange and my hair was a nice
auburn. The way she had done up my face it looked like there was no
makeup on at all, but every vestige of male identity was missing. She
had raised my cheekbones through magic. I was breathless. I couldn’t
believe that was I. I had never thought I looked feminine at all, but
here I was looking at a woman who, there was no doubt, people wouldn’t
have looked at twice thinking she was anything less than what she
appeared to be.

I looked at Lisa and she was beaming from head to toe. She had taken the
challenge and she knew that she had won. I looked back into the mirror
and said, “So much for all the dinner plans that I had been making.” The
voice that had conceded defeat sure didn’t belong in the body that I was
looking at in the mirror. I tried to change it to a softer voice with a
bit of a falsetto. “So, after all your hard work, now we have to take it
off.” And I reached up to remove the wig.

“Oh no you don’t.” Lisa exclaimed. “I worked too long and too hard on
this for you to just toss it away.”

“And just what do you propose that we do? Sit around the house, just us
two girls?”

And with that she said that she had a better idea. As I had already