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LightingTG - Stand in front of the mirror with nothing on. Say the words one more time while you watch. The body in the mirror will keep shifting until it matches what you asked to feel.
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You stand in front of the mirror with nothing on. You say the words one more time while you watch. “I want to feel what a woman feels.” The body in the glass starts to shift. Your waist pulls in. Your hips push out. You think, this is her, this is the one I wanted.
Your chest swells and gets full and soft. It rests high on your ribs. Your butt rounds out behind you. The old shape between your legs pulls in and turns into something new. You press your thighs together and feel it. You think, oh, that feels good, and I love this already.
Your skin gets smooth. Hair on your body fades. Blonde hair grows past your shoulders. Your face changes in the glass. Your smile gets wide. A small hoop shows at your ear. You look at every part and think, she is my dream girl, and now she is me.
You cannot stop smiling. You turn to the side and look at your chest, your waist, your hips, your butt. You run a hand down your side. Every inch feels right. You think, I love this body, I love all of it, and I do not want it to stop.
A white dress forms on you and fits close. A white cap sits on your head. A dark sweater ties at your chest. A pearl necklace rests on your skin. A white glove covers one hand. A watch sits on your wrist. You think, the clothes came on, and they look good on her, on me.
You face the mirror and tip the cap with your glove. The girl smiling back has blonde hair and a full chest in the white dress. You think, that is my dream girl, and she is happy, and I am her.
You turn again and look at your hips and the way the dress sits. You touch your waist, then your chest, then your thigh. Each place feels soft and warm. You think, I love every inch, from my face to my chest to my hips, and it all feels so good.
You look in the glass one more time and laugh. The cap, the dress, the tied sweater, the smile. You think, I asked to feel what a woman feels. Now I do. I am her, and I love this body more than I can say.
You stand in front of the mirror with nothing on. You say the words one more time while you watch. “I want to feel what a woman feels.” The body in the glass starts to shift. Your waist pulls in. Your hips push out. You think, this is her, this is the one I wanted.
Your chest swells and gets full and soft. It rests high on your ribs. Your butt rounds out behind you. The old shape between your legs pulls in and turns into something new. You press your thighs together and feel it. You think, oh, that feels good, and I love this already.
Your skin gets smooth. Hair on your body fades. Blonde hair grows past your shoulders. Your face changes in the glass. Your smile gets wide. A small hoop shows at your ear. You look at every part and think, she is my dream girl, and now she is me.
You cannot stop smiling. You turn to the side and look at your chest, your waist, your hips, your butt. You run a hand down your side. Every inch feels right. You think, I love this body, I love all of it, and I do not want it to stop.
A white dress forms on you and fits close. A white cap sits on your head. A dark sweater ties at your chest. A pearl necklace rests on your skin. A white glove covers one hand. A watch sits on your wrist. You think, the clothes came on, and they look good on her, on me.
You face the mirror and tip the cap with your glove. The girl smiling back has blonde hair and a full chest in the white dress. You think, that is my dream girl, and she is happy, and I am her.
You turn again and look at your hips and the way the dress sits. You touch your waist, then your chest, then your thigh. Each place feels soft and warm. You think, I love every inch, from my face to my chest to my hips, and it all feels so good.
You look in the glass one more time and laugh. The cap, the dress, the tied sweater, the smile. You think, I asked to feel what a woman feels. Now I do. I am her, and I love this body more than I can say.
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