Living across the hall from a beautiful girl, it was only natural that I developed a bit of a crush on her. Well, as the months went by, my turned into a bit of an obsession. I would often find myself fantasizing about her being my wife, having to catch myself from staring at her too long. You could imagine then my disappointment when I heard from one of the other tenants that she was a lesbian. The imaginary world I had created fall apart and I was crushed. I was walking down the street feeling depressed, when a man passing by stopped and asked me why I looked so down. I don’t know why, but I started to open up to him. After I finished telling him my story, he smiled and said that he may have a solution. His grin was that like a sleazy car salesman, even his ratty suit seemed to fulfill the stereotype. All this made me want to not trust him, but what he said next was unbelievable. He claimed to be a wizard and had a solution to my problem, at a cost. He said he could transform me into my crush’s ideal lover, and all it would cost me was my male essence, which he claimed was a bargain since my crush was a lesbian anyways. I laughed at his nonsense, but decided to humor him. I asked him why he couldn’t just make my crush fall in love with me, but he waved me off quickly claiming that would be an unethical use of his powers. He looked at me slightly annoyed and asked if I would accept his offer or not. I laughed again and accepted. I knew there was no way it would work, but it wasn’t like it was costing me anything to accept.
The magical salesman raised his hands, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the ground. As I came to, the salesman helped to my feet. As I stood, I found I was wearing heels. I looked down to inspect them when I was confronted with the very female body I now possessed. The salesman interrupted me from my self-inspection as he handed me a purse. I noted that it matched the dress I was now wearing. Then the salesman politely thanked me for my business and promptly went on his way.
In my purse, I found an ID with what I assumed was my new name, and I noted my address was the same. The girl in the picture was stunning to say the least. Not knowing what else to do, I made my way home. I found that I could walk in heels naturally and wearing a short dress didn’t feel awkward but made me feel sexy instead. When I got to my apartment, fate would have it that my crush was just getting home as well. I smiled as I greeted her and was amazed as she blushed furiously. the amazement continued when she practically professed her love in the hallway, admitting that she had a crush on me ever since she moved in across the hall, which made me start to realize just how much the salesman’s magic had changed reality. Before I knew it, I was in her apartment drinking a glass of wine. She then led me to her bedroom and asked me to make myself at home while she “slipped into something more comfortable”. Excited, I stripped off my dress. Seeing the sexy body I now had, the reality of the deal I made that afternoon. I sat down on the bed, the weight of my situation setting in. My crush came back into the room in some sexy underwear ready to start our nighttime activities. I knew deep inside that this was my life now. I got what I wanted, and I’d gladly reap the benefits of what I paid for. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth the cost.