It's been so long since you've been transformed by the gender wave, and so long since your entire life was turned on its head. After graduating from uni, you decided it best to start a salon, with help from Dave's accounting and finances, as you've honed your abilities over the year. With the newer memories, you've not only forgotten other aptitudes, but you've become very passionate in your work as a cosmetician. You close early to get ready for today.
After getting out of the shower, you wrap your hair in a towel to let it dry. After blowing on it, you decided to curl your hair today. After all, it is your 4-year anniversary with your beloved boyfriend, and you want nothing else but to give him your best. You put on the sexiest lingerie that you own, a strapless bra and some frilly underwear, just in case things get a little spicy later. Now for the main delicacy. Your beautiful red dress. You've been saving so much from your little shop just to receive the amount necessary to afford this dress.
"Such a lovely dress!" You exclaim as you look in the mirror applying make-up onto your delicate face. You've grown so used to this face in the mirror. Not only have you forgotten completely about your old appearance. You've psychologically trained yourself to make your appearance irresistible for Dave.
"The girls were right when they said this really brings out by bum", you state in a pretty seductive tone, "Oh, Dave is gonna love that", You smile devilishly.
"Goodness! It's already noon! I should get down in a jiffy!" you look at the hour, and talk to yourself. You slip into your two-inch black pumps and step out your apartment.
As you walk onto the steps of your apartment, you remember all the times Dave had to carry you up the stairs after getting knackered and bladdered from a late night party.
Reaching the sidewalk, you wave towards a cab, and as you step inside, you remember all the times Dave and you had a little fun in the back of his car. You can still feel the soreness in your lower body, and the pleasure you received from it.
"Where to, Miss?", the old cabber questioned, muffled by his mustache, "A beautiful little lady like you shouldn't be out all alone with an outfit like that!"
"Oh heavens, no!" you smile with very genuine happiness, "I'm wearing this for my 4th anniversary".
"Ah", the cabber states inquisitively, "Well, he is one lucky young man to have such a beautiful thing like you in his life".
You blush from the compliment, "Thank you, Mister".
You've gotten used to the compliments from men. In fact, it doesn't feel as weird to be calling them that. They've got the brains and personality that you generalize all men have. It's as if they were never women. Similarly, it's as if you were never a man.
As you step out of the cab, and walk onto the old campus that you used to live on, memories from our college life start to come up. You remember make-up sessions with other girls, and going on late night ventures to the music hall. You remember the boys annual panty-raid, and how you got flustered at the boy that took yours. You then found the bench. The bench that the same boy had come to you and tried to flatter you with a bundle of lilacs. You can still remember the scent of those flowers. Wait, what's this feeling on your face?
You begin to cry uncontrollably. You calm yourself down to not ruin your make-up, and it works fine. Ever since you were a little girl, you were always a little more emotional than others. It's a good thing Dave is so polite when noticing you're on one of your freak-outs.
You wait at the bench for about 30 minutes. No response.
You begun to get suspicious, so you decide to walk to his apartment. You walk up the fancy stone stairs, remembering all the times you did this before, just to talk to him about his life at uni. This time, you were the attention-catcher, and nothing was going to let his eyes leave your sight. Before reaching his door, you found he was walking down.
You just stare at each other, mystified by the other's appearance. He is so handsome! Of course, he always was. His tuxedo reminded you of the snarky preppy boy he used to be, and how he had developed into such an earnest man. He comes closer to you as you stand still. Even with your heels on, he towers over you. He broke the silence.
"Hello, darling", he croons to your ear. It made you blush.
"Hello, luv", you state back, just as romantically.
"We were always into the romantics", he says softly once again.
You giggle at his statement, because you know it's true.
"Y'know, I've received the test back from the lab", you tell him, breaking the gaze, as you both walk down, accompanying each other with each step.
"Oh? And what did they say?", he returns in an inquisitive manner.
"It's positive dear!" You exclaim, excited for what comes next.
As you two reach the bottom of the step, he grabs you by the waist, and then gaze into each others eyes once again.
You stare back at him with your big innocent-looking eyes, and grin, knowing this is the man that will take care of you, and your potential children, for years to come.
You kiss, a warmth pleasure coming from each of your bodies.
Happy fourth anniversary, Leah.