The note said she was gone and that this was permanent. I should have been panicing but all I could think about was the house, the cars, the body. She'd left her life to start over as a man, but she said she left me the whole thing.
I went to the kirchen cabinet and downed a glass if wine. I was only wearing the sexy black lingerie she'd worn the night before. My breasts reated heavy in the cups. My back ached a little.
I was surprised how fast the alcohol hit me. I started feeling the floaty feeling of a strong buzz and smiled. Walking through my massive house to the dressing mirror in the room we'd fucked in. I ran my hands across my belly and turned to see the nice ass I'd plowed the night before. With a start I realized I was a little sore between my legs and registered it was my vagina feeling what I'd done to it.
Curiosity and the alcohol got the best of me and I undid the bra, freein my generous breasts for the first time. I took a handful experimentally and looked at my body. "I can make this work..." I thought to myself as I appreciated her all over again from the inside.
I pressed my breasts together, feeling the odd sensations and looked at my face. I'd lost at least 20 years. I pulled my hair back and looked closely.
I started to feel the urge to touch myself. I dropped my panties and tentatively ran a finger against my new womanhood. An electric shudder of unfamiliar sensation raced through me. "Yes, I can definitely make this work..."