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— "Before writing that story, I did the experiment myself," — a faint smile flickers on her face, only to disappear just as quickly — "I actually said it out loud. Yeah, for real. Just said it… to myself. So, basically, exactly like in the story, down to every thought and feeling. Damn… I just wanted to test my limits — to see if I could say it out loud." She pauses for a couple of seconds, tension hanging in the air, and finally adds, "I, well… I asked to become a woman. Even if only for a little while. And I said it loudly, clearly, seriously. Then I repeated it, again and again, noticing what I felt… And then I sat down and wrote the story. And now…"
She sighs and brushes the strands of hair from her face, like it’s already become a habit.
— "And the next morning I wake up… and see this." — She gestures to herself as if showing proof of her words. — "At first, I thought it was a dream. You know, when everything feels too real, but you get it’s just your mind playing tricks. But no. This isn’t a dream. This is real. This face, this body…"
She goes quiet, trying to pull herself together, but her hands start fidgeting with a pendant around her neck, which seems precious to her. Suddenly, her voice turns firm:
— "After the initial shock, I thought, well, hell with it, I asked for this, right? Seriously, like for a week or two. So, looks like magic’s real, huh? Or something like that?" — She pauses and then breaks into a wide smile — "Oh, I know what you’re thinking, you pervy fantasists. Probably: ‘So, what’s it like — to feel your own tits? Or… well, you get it.’" — She smirks with a hint of sarcasm, her gaze turning sly. — "Not gonna tell you here, don’t hold your breath."
She sighs, as if gathering her thoughts, and her smile becomes less sarcastic, her gaze drifting as if she’s about to say something personal.
— "Alright, I’ll admit it, yes, of course, I tried it. I mean, that’s what this was all for, wasn’t it? Probably… I mean, how could you not try it when suddenly you have… well, all this. And you know what? It turned out nothing like I’d imagined. It’s not just a ‘cool’ experience. It’s… very strange."
She pauses, as if searching for the best way to describe what she felt, and then continues:
— "When you’re usually touching a woman, touching her tits or hugging her, it’s, like… pleasant, exciting, but it’s totally different when it’s your own body. You’re touching what seems like the same thing — same tits in your hand — but it feels completely different. It’s your body, your tits, and instead of excitement, you feel this weird rejection, almost detachment. There’s a sense of that… excitement, right? But it all feels like something foreign… None of it feels like yours. I mean, it’s hard to explain… Even if, technically, it’s now part of you, but it’s…"