Picking up where she left off - Part 3

Read part 2 here!

Still reeling from his first female orgasm, Andre was desperate for something, anything to keep his mind off the distractions of his new body, but as much as he tried, his mind kept wandering back to the morning’s events. He had masturbated in his new body, and he had loved it. He felt embarrassed to admit it, but the thing that turned him on the most was how feminine he felt the whole time, how different he now was compared to his old body. He imagined his teammates seeing him now, moaning like a girl - no, not like a girl, AS as girl, he corrected himself grimly. He felt his cheeks blush red in embarrassment, but strangely, this feeling did nothing to take his body out of the worked up state it was in. In fact, the growing feeling of emasculation was only turning him on even more. In the blink of an eye, his life had been taken from him, leaving him as… Sabrina. Thin, frail, unmistakably feminine, and he couldn’t have been more aroused. Feeling the shame give way to a growing emptiness in his body, Andre realized his first orgasm as a woman would quickly be followed up by a second, and maybe a third after that. 

But first, his rumbling stomach brought him back to his senses. As horny as he was, Sabrina’s body had to eat, after all. Fixing himself some cereal from the kitchen after fumbling around trying to find the right utensils, Andre settled in at the kitchen table, remembering to check Sabrina’s phone for updates. Opening up Instagram, he first pulled up Sabrina’s account to see what he was working with. Clearly she was a frequent poster judging by the frequency of pictures on her page, a smattering of selfies, bikini pics, and group photos with faces Andre was quickly matching to names in her phone contacts. Recognizing a skimpy tank top in one of her pictures as one he’d just seen in Sabrina’s closet, Andre’s mind made the link he’d been afraid to think of: These were now his outfits in those pictures, his friends, his boobs, proudly displayed on countless nights out. He blushed, imagining the body he still had hidden under an oversized T-shirt out in public, admired by men like the one he had used to be. The thought turned him on, although the lines were now being blurred on whether it was the idea of seeing a girl like Sabrina or being seen as her that aroused him. In a moment of weakness, he typed in the familiar letters to his old account and pulled up his page. He remembered the agent’s warning not to contact his old life, one that he was trying his best to follow, but one look couldn’t hurt, right? 

He stared at his screen in disbelief: There he was, smiling at the beach with his old girlfriend, exactly as he remembered himself, except he had never taken that photo. It had been posted yesterday, clearly by whoever was in his new body. In an instant, any hope he had of returning to his old body was shattered. There the old Andre was, moving around like nothing happened while he could only look on, stuck in Sabrina’s body. 

Suddenly, a knock on the front door set his heart racing. Was Sabrina expecting anyone? Tentatively opening the door, Andre was greeted by a smiling woman in a stylish crop-top and jeans, a face he recognized as Annika, one of Sabrina’s close friends. Before he could react, Annika pulled him into a hug, breasts pressing against breasts as he struggled to come up with words. “I’m-“

“-Not ready yet? i can see that” she laughed as she pushed past him into the apartment. “Come on, put on something nice, it’s self care saturday! Our appointment’s in 30 minutes!”

A wave of realization hit Andre as he recalled seeing something about self care saturday in Sabrina’s texts. Apparently one saturday a month, Sabrina and Annika would dress up nice and do something for themselves, like a spa day or a shopping trip. They each took turns planning the days, and apparently this month was Annika’s.

“Come on, go wash up. I’ll pick out an outfit for you” Annika said, opening up Sabrina’s closet as if she’d done it a thousand times.

Andre couldn’t help but go along, praying that he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself today as he went into the bathroom to wash his face. Walking out to the bedroom, he realized his fears had been confirmed as he saw the outfit Annika had picked out for him, a strapless dress with a plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination. Slowly slipping it on, the dress hugged his new breasts, pushing them up even further until they were unmistakably the center of attention. It was the most feminine thing he’d ever worn, and the fact that his new body filled it out perfectly only hammered in the point. 

Annika walked in the bedroom, halfway through eating a muffin from the kitchen, and pointed to her watch. “Come on girl, plenty of time to admire yourself after we get there, we’re gonna be late!” “Ok, Ok, Coming!” Andre responded, doing his best to imitate how he’d heard Sabrina talk in the videos and voice notes on her phone. “What do we have planned, anyways?” 

“Makeup!” she replied happily, “I know you wanted to try some new looks so i booked us a spot at that new salon!”

“Oh my god you’re so sweet! I’m excited, let’s go!” Andre cheered, doing his best to smile to make it sound more convincing. On the inside, though, his mind was racing. Wasn’t her body feminine enough? He had just gotten used to seeing her regular face in the mirror, no way was he ready to try on makeup as well. First the morning masturbation session and now this, Andre thought to himself, it was like the universe was trying to emasculate him entirely today.

A short drive and a long sit in a makeup chair later, Andre was almost ready to pass out. He had tried to keep up with Annika and the makeup artist’s gossip, mostly about Annika’s love life, which she was very frank about. As he tried to tune out the brushes and powders being applied to his face, he focused on her story, recounting the hookup she’d brought home from a bar last week. As she went on about his body and how he treated her in bed, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach as he imagined himself in that situation, doing what a woman’s body was meant to do. It wasn’t until he felt the wet spot forming in his panties that he realized what was happening to him - he was getting turned on imagining getting fucked by a man. With horror, he took stock of his mental state for a second. Why had he just thought of that, and more importantly, why was his body reacting to it?

As he looked over at Annika, he came to a realization. Annika was exactly the type of girl he would have gone for as a guy - tall, athletic, and drop dead gorgeous, but the usual attraction he would have felt just wasn’t there. Sure, he knew she was hot, but that’s where it stopped. As an experiment, he went back to imagining the man from Annika’s story, and a now-familiar longing began to take hold of him. He may be straight, but so was his new body, and for her, that meant an attraction to men.

Before he could follow that train of thought any further, the makeup artist presented a mirror to Andre, asking him if there were any changes he’d like to make before she finished up. The shock of his realization was only increased by the sight of his face in the mirror. Even without makeup Sabrina was attractive, Andre thought, but now she was gorgeous. The smoky makeup accentuated her eyes and cheekbones, and the lipstick made Sabrina’s already pouty lips stand out even more. As he looked at his face from more angles, he couldn’t help but note uneasily that wherever they went next, with this makeup and the outfit he had on, he was bound to attract the attention of any guy they came across. 

“Damn, that style really suits you Sabrina!” Annika giggled next to him, putting the finishing touches on equally stunning makeup. “You think so?” Andre responded, not sure how to react. “Definitely! You should take a picture so you remember how to do it later.”

Andre brought out his phone camera and switched it to selfie mode, looking at his new face again in the phone screen. Not knowing how to pose, he turned his head to the side, playing with the angles before he settled on one that showed off his face well. He was about to take the picture, but after hesitating for a second, lowered the camera angle a bit, bringing Sabrina’s tits into frame and snapping the photo. He didn’t know why he had done that, but something in his body had reacted to showing his body off. 

Looking over his shoulder, Annika laughed. “God i wish i had boobs like yours, you should totally post that on insta. I bet it would make Brad Jealous.” Brad, another name Andre recognized from the girls groupchat. Apparently he was Sabrina’s coworker she’d had a secret crush on. His heart skipped a beat, clearly her body was getting turned on just thinking about him. He thought back to seeing his old body’s post from this morning. If whoever was now in his body had already moved on, maybe he should too, he resolved. Maybe it was for the best, leaning into the role life had given him, no matter how conflicted it made him feel. Tentatively, he pulled up Instagram and added the picture, putting a heart emoji as the caption. Embarrassed, he noticed that the new pic looked right at home along with Sabrina’s old photos. No one would guess that a man was now inside her body. An involuntary flutter of excitement went through him as he noticed the picture was already getting likes and comments from Sabrina’s friends talking about how hot she was. Clearly this body got off on being desired, and it was starting to rub off on him. The lines were starting to blur between the old Andre and the new Sabrina, he thought apprehensively. He didn’t want to lose himself, but he had to admit how good it felt being in this body sometimes. 

A little bolder now, he looked over at Annika, taking selfies of her own, and asked: “Ok, good choice on the makeup, but where are we going next?”

Annika smiled. “You’re gonna love it, there’s a club down the street and Nicole said the bartender who works there on Saturdays is so cute!”