She was beautiful, a knockout brunette. I fell in love at first sight. As time went on, it became clear she wanted more…more than I could deliver. She wanted another woman. Heartbroken, I told her I would do anything to keep her. She convinced me the only way this could happen is if I would to become a girl. I was shocked at first but didn’t want to lose her. I agreed to her demands. The whole process went extremely well. With blonde hair and a beautiful body, our sex life went to hyperspace. I couldn’t have been happier. A few months later, I ran into an old friend of mine, Phil at the grocery store. He stared at me in disbelief and began to pepper me with questions. “How could you do this? How could you let her talk you into this? What is wrong with you? Etc…etc. I finally stopped him and reached into my purse and showed him the pictures of me making out with her. He just stared at the photo for at least two minutes.
“I just have one more question for you,” he said. “What’s that? I replied. Phil hesitated and finally asked,
“Does she have a sister? I would turn into a chick like you if I have to be with a girl like her.