Becoming Me

I used to be a small, awkward white boy. Growing up, I never really liked who I was, I always felt like my body wasn’t really my own. It wasn’t until high school when I really realized who I was on the inside. I am a woman. Not just any woman, but a beautiful African American woman. I loved everything about black women, from their beautiful faces all the way down to their amazing, curvy bodies. Also, the lifestyle of a woman seemed much more appealing to me. I really had a love for things like clothing, jewelry, and makeup, but I never had any good experiences with them because I was a boy. That’s when I knew that I needed to do something about it.

I came up with a plan. I found a witch on the outskirts of my town, she said she can transform me into whatever I wanted. So I decided that right after I finish high school, I would fake my own death, then make my way over to the witch’s house so I can begin my life.

The day had come. I waited for nightfall, then took all the money I could get my hands on, then took my car and left. I took my car and pushed it off a cliff into the ocean near the witch’s house. When I got to the witch’s house, I saw that at night, it was a very dark and mysterious place. She welcomed me, and when she asked me what I wanted to become, I told her to turn me into the prettiest, most well endowed 20 year old African American woman possible. She told me to sleep in her guest room, and when I wake up, I will be what I always dreamed to become.

That night I drifted into a strange but deep sleep. I kept on having the same dream over and over again in which I would be chasing something and then catch it.

When I woke up in the morning it took me a while to remember where I was. When I sat up I felt the weight of all the new hair on my head, it was decently long and jet black. Then, I felt the new weight on my chest which caused me to remember where I was and what I did the night before.

I was so excited I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. I had a little difficulty making it to the other side of the room because I had all this new weight in different places, and my center of gravity was all off. I felt my boobs, butt, and thighs jiggling a lot. When I looked in the mirror, for the first time ever I saw myself. All the emotions I was feeling at that moment caused me to fall to my knees and start sobbing tears of joy. While I was kneeling there crying, already I knew this body felt right, this body was mine.

Once I had finished crying, I was able to compose myself enough to stand up and look in the mirror. That’s when I saw the sexiest girl I have ever seen in my life, and it was me! My face is so pretty, with beautiful wide eyes, a cute nose, and sexy pouty lips. At the time, my hair was curly and poofy. My body is something else, it was unlike any I had ever seen before. My breasts, MY BREASTS! are amazing, they are very big, round and firm, but they jiggle whenever I move, but I got used to that rather quickly. My nipples are nice and black with pencil eraser points. When I reached up and squeezed my new boobs, they didn’t even fit in my dainty little hands, and when I squeezed, it was the most amazing thing I had felt yet. My nipples are so sensitive, I gasp in ecstasy every time I flick them. My tummy is mostly flat and firm, aside from a very miniscule amount of fat. My hips flare out to near cartoon-like width. At first it was a little strange having my hips be much wider than the rest of my body. My butt is something from a man’s wildest fantasies. It is very big, but perfectly round and firm. It also jiggles every time I move and it is weird to have the extra padding when sitting down. My legs were also the finest I had ever seen, my thighs are so thick and my legs are silky smooth all the way down to my dainty little feet, on which, my toenails were painted pink and purple with little butterflies. In between my legs was the most wonderful part of all, MY VERY OWN VAGINA! This is what makes me female, and it is so nice to have at long last. It is oh so sensitive and even the smallest touch creates previously unimaginable pleasure.

I saw that there had been some new clothes left in my room. There was a set of lacy panties and a bra, plus a green sundress with little blue polka-dots. After having some trouble putting on a bra for the first time, I was eventually able to contain my huge tits. The panties felt so good as they hugged my flat crotch and large bum. I got my dress on then exited the room.

Before I left I profusely thanked the witch for turning me into the woman I always felt I was. She told me that I am now completely biologically female, and I could even get pregnant if I wanted. For a second I thought about having to deal with new hormones and even my cycle, but I knew it was all worth it if I meant that I get to finally live the life I want to. Part of me kept on thanking her just because I loved hearing my sexy new voice. Right as I was about to walk out the front door, she asked me for my name. It almost immediately came to me. With great confidence I told her “Brianna”, then I walked away from the house, excited to finally be able to live my life as myself, as a woman.

Two years later, I love everything about my life, I love all the feelings and sensations I am able to have as a woman. I am what some may call a fashionista, I love experimenting with fashion, makeup, and my hair. This is a selfie I took in the outfit I am going out in tonight. I am now a well-known socialite at the top of the Los Angeles party scene. I like to go out, have a good time, and sometimes, being the master at seduction and the temptress that I am, I am able to get the hottest guy at the party to take me back to his place. All I can say is:



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