First date

As he gazed across the table at his date for the night, Marcus reflected on how he got to this point. He was 19 when he got into the accident, a car crash that had left his body in bad shape. Fearing the worst, his parents authorized an experimental genetic treatment that had the chance to restore his ability to use his body. The catch was, there were very specific parameters to being a suitable donor for the genetic material needed, and only his mom matched the requirements. Luckily, however, the treatments took well. Too well, actually. Her genes quickly overtook his own, turning his body into a younger version of hers. 

Instead of waking up to his old self, Marcus was greeted by the generous curves and smooth dark skin of a body he had only seen in old family photo albums, years before he was born. The first few months were rough. Not wanting to touch or see his new body more than he had to, Marcus stayed at home, wearing baggy clothes that covered up the huge breasts he tried desperately to ignore. 

His moment of acceptance came while watching one of his old favorite movies in bed. An unexpected sex scene graced the screen, and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand plunging between his legs and the other softly squeezing his chest, he pleasured himself to completion and experienced an orgasm unlike any he’d ever had before. 

After that, it was like he opened the flood gates to his body, and his other boundaries started to topple fast. He began wearing tighter clothes around the house, exploring his new femininity and even going out into public, a regular woman to the rest of the world.

But now, he had decided it was finally time to face the final boundary: sex as a woman. Finding a date through tinder, he slipped on one of his mom’s old dresses (they now fit him perfectly, after all), and headed out to the restaurant . It was right then when he realized he had finally accepted his new body entirely, and looking up at the well built man in front of him, he knew exactly what he wanted.

“Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my place for some drinks?”