Utterly feminine

Akari was a trans woman, uncomfortable in her male presenting body and taking the first, tentative steps to look more female. She hadn’t realized the truth of herself until late in life, after puberty, which made it hard to hide some of the male-ness of her body. One night, she saw a shooting star and made a wish:
“I wish I’d been born a woman.”
The sun woke her the next day, peeking through flowing white curtains. She stretched her body, twisting one leg over the other and grunting. But she sounded weird. And there was a funny weight on her chest.
She reached down to touch her chest and her eyes jolted open when her fingers landed on soft mounds. She grabbed them and gaped at herself. Real breasts. Full and feminine. And a curve of her hips. And…
She slowly straightened her leg and gazed down at the dark pubic hair between her pale thighs. Mouth open in awe, she touched herself, fingers skating gently across the pussy between her legs. It was utterly real. She could feel everything.
Akari squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth, fingers landing on unfamiliar smooth contours. Now she finally noticed that the room was different. This wasn’t her bedroom. Where the hell was she?
A man entered the room. He was handsome, with kind eyes. There was a cup of coffee in his hands.
“Morning, Kari,” he said.
Akari sat up, felt her new breasts shift on her chest, her long hair fall down her back. She knew this man somehow and didn’t feel awkward being naked in front of him. He offered her the coffee.
“Thank you,” she said, with a trace of a Japanese accent.
He sat beside her and stroked her thigh. Suddenly, the memories slotted into place. This was her boyfriend. This was her room. This was her life now.

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