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Tommy nervously adjusted his sunglasses, trying to hide the anger boiling inside him over everything that was happening. The wind played unusually with the thin fabric of the dress, sending a cool breeze over his bare thighs. His gaze dropped down to the short dress with a tiny pink pattern, something that looked more like it belonged in a children’s clothing section. The frilly edges only made the whole thing feel even more absurd.
— I look like... a faggot, — Tommy muttered irritably, but the words came out in the same high, melodic voice. He froze, as if hearing his own voice made it even worse. His hands reached for the dark sunglasses again, as if they could shield him from this entire world.
— You look adorable, — she said with a mocking glance, biting the temple of her sunglasses and barely holding back a laugh. But the moment her eyes returned to Tommy, her smile vanished, and she added with cold sternness, adjusting the lapels of her beige blazer. Her tone was the kind you’d use to scold a misbehaving child. — And remember once and for all, girls don’t talk like that.
Tommy gritted his teeth, cursing her silently while taking a deep breath. They had only met two days ago at a bar — just a regular night when Tommy decided it would be easy to pick up this confident, slightly arrogant woman. She had seemed a bit full of herself, which only fueled his competitive drive. He turned on his full "charm" that evening, which only seemed to annoy Karen more. And it worked — or so he thought. She had unexpectedly smiled after one of his "killer lines," as if surrendering. "Fine, let’s go to my place and see what you’ve got." Tommy remembered how his ego soared to the skies. She offered him a drink, but her tone felt strange... expectant. Just minutes after the glass of wine, he felt dizzy. The room spun, and his body began to feel like it was melting.
When he woke up, everything was different. His legs were longer and thinner, his chest heavy, and soft waves of hair cascaded down his back. He had screamed, but the only sound that escaped was a frightened, feminine squeal. Karen, standing nearby, looked absolutely pleased. "Get used to it, sweetie," she had said with a smirk...