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"Deary me!" I say elegantly as I twirl my fabulous pink dress about, "I best get dinner ready before my hubby comes home." I continue as I place the pink toilet paper on the coffee table and I prance my way over to the kitchen with my heels clacking at each step. I just hope I have enough time to touch myself up after.

"Golly a woman's work is never done!"

Just this morning I was a man who hated the colour pink but now it's the only thing I could think to wear. These new womanly desires taking over who I am as the urge to look pretty, keep the house and serve my 'bread winner' husband's every desire became too strong to resist. Even my mannerisms and demeanour have completely flipped as I now walk with a prep in my step and a sway in my hips. Just like a proper lady such as myself should, however I couldn't help but have these lingering thoughts of how I got here.

I remember waking up this morning, my room a mess as always for I never really looked after myself. The mere thought of this now has me shaking in my little heels for the idea of being improper and boyishly messy felt gross to a lady such as myself. I sluggishly tried to get out of bed as my head throbbed with a hangover, only to notice a girl sleeping next to me. She looked like a typical 'scene-girl', definitely someone I picked up at that 'devil's-music' show last night. Heavens, I couldn't even imagine going to something like that now!

We were both wearing band merch and were heavily clad in tattoos and piercings. My attempts to get up seemed to wake her as her eyes slowly waved open. She looked at me with a lustful gaze.

"Hey babe." She croaked, clearly hungover aswell, "where are you going?"

"Oh uh." I stuttered, trying to make up an excuse to leave, "I gotta go get cigarettes." I know it's cliche but it's the best I could come up with. Her face turning bitter as she begins to glare at me.

"Really?" She scoffed, "your gonna hit me with an excuse right out of the 50's? You boys are all the same!" She said as she reached into a bag laying next to her and pulled out a wand.

"What are you gonna do with a stick?" I laughed, taking her threat as an empty one. "Poke me?"

"No." she smirked, "that'll be your husband's job!" she said as she flicked it towards me.

A burst of light blinded me as I was completely enveloped by a radiant glow which faded into a vibrant pink as it washed away. Looking around, I found myself trapped in some kind of 'pink room' which made me sick to my core as I couldn't stand the colour. I confusingly scanned around to find the exit only to come face to face with the scene girl.

"Whatever have you done?" I say in a soft, girly voice as I delicately cover my mouth in shock only to find my hand was now smaller, more delicate and were my nails painted pink?!

"Teaching you a lesson in empathy." She said, "soon you'll be thinking exactly like how you look and you'll see exactly what us girls have to go through." She exclaimed as she flicked her wand once more, disappearing instantly.

"Whatever could she mean by exactly as I look?" I think to myself as I look around to try find a mirror. Coming face to face with a portrait of a 'princess-like' lady completely covered head to toe in pink. Delicately extending her hands out and elegantly posing in the girliest manner possible like she was trying to show off her dress.

"Wait. That's not a painting, It's a full-body mirror!" I realize to myself as the woman in the mirror's expression turns to shock.

"Heavens, this is peculiar!" I pronounce in a 'lady-like' fashion as something catches my eye.

I turn to face a coffee table with a pink roll of toilet paper sitting on top. It allures my attention as a thought creeps into my mind. "That is simply out of place!" I think to myself and reach to pick it up.

The womanly action of simply 'cleaning up' triggered a flurry of thoughts through my mind. Thoughts of elegance, beauty and love for my husband. A shot of euphoria blows through my chest as I look about and adore the beautifully pink room. As well as my dress as I twirl about and glance at myself in the mirror.

"Deary me!" I softly shout as I remember something, "I best get dinner ready before my hubby comes home." I continue as I place the pink toilet paper on the coffee table and I prance my way over to the kitchen with my heels clacking at each step. I just hope I have enough time to touch myself up after so I can look my best for him!

Girlish thoughts rush through my mind as I couldn't help but imagine that the happier I make my 'hubby', the happier he'll make me in bed. I have so much to do before I could even think of him ravishing my womanhood. Hopefully he deems my worthy of a good poking tonight but I must focus on dinner first.

"Goly, a woman's work is never done!" I think to myself as I elegantly skip to the kitchen...

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"Deary me!" I say elegantly as I twirl my fabulous pink dress about, "I best get dinner ready before my hubby comes home." I continue as I place the pink toilet paper on the coffee table and I prance my way over to the kitchen with my heels clacking at each step. I just hope I have enough time to touch myself up after.

"Golly a woman's work is never done!"

Just this morning I was a man who hated the colour pink but now it's the only thing I could think to wear. These new womanly desires taking over who I am as the urge to look pretty, keep the house and serve my 'bread winner' husband's every desire became too strong to resist. Even my mannerisms and demeanour have completely flipped as I now walk with a prep in my step and a sway in my hips. Just like a proper lady such as myself should, however I couldn't help but have these lingering thoughts of how I got here.

I remember waking up this morning, my room a mess as always for I never really looked after myself. The mere thought of this now has me shaking in my little heels for the idea of being improper and boyishly messy felt gross to a lady such as myself. I sluggishly tried to get out of bed as my head throbbed with a hangover, only to notice a girl sleeping next to me. She looked like a typical 'scene-girl', definitely someone I picked up at that 'devil's-music' show last night. Heavens, I couldn't even imagine going to something like that now!

We were both wearing band merch and were heavily clad in tattoos and piercings. My attempts to get up seemed to wake her as her eyes slowly waved open. She looked at me with a lustful gaze.

"Hey babe." She croaked, clearly hungover aswell, "where are you going?"

"Oh uh." I stuttered, trying to make up an excuse to leave, "I gotta go get cigarettes." I know it's cliche but it's the best I could come up with. Her face turning bitter as she begins to glare at me.

"Really?" She scoffed, "your gonna hit me with an excuse right out of the 50's? You boys are all the same!" She said as she reached into a bag laying next to her and pulled out a wand.

"What are you gonna do with a stick?" I laughed, taking her threat as an empty one. "Poke me?"

"No." she smirked, "that'll be your husband's job!" she said as she flicked it towards me.

A burst of light blinded me as I was completely enveloped by a radiant glow which faded into a vibrant pink as it washed away. Looking around, I found myself trapped in some kind of 'pink room' which made me sick to my core as I couldn't stand the colour. I confusingly scanned around to find the exit only to come face to face with the scene girl.

"Whatever have you done?" I say in a soft, girly voice as I delicately cover my mouth in shock only to find my hand was now smaller, more delicate and were my nails painted pink?!

"Teaching you a lesson in empathy." She said, "soon you'll be thinking exactly like how you look and you'll see exactly what us girls have to go through." She exclaimed as she flicked her wand once more, disappearing instantly.

"Whatever could she mean by exactly as I look?" I think to myself as I look around to try find a mirror. Coming face to face with a portrait of a 'princess-like' lady completely covered head to toe in pink. Delicately extending her hands out and elegantly posing in the girliest manner possible like she was trying to show off her dress.

"Wait. That's not a painting, It's a full-body mirror!" I realize to myself as the woman in the mirror's expression turns to shock.

"Heavens, this is peculiar!" I pronounce in a 'lady-like' fashion as something catches my eye.

I turn to face a coffee table with a pink roll of toilet paper sitting on top. It allures my attention as a thought creeps into my mind. "That is simply out of place!" I think to myself and reach to pick it up.

The womanly action of simply 'cleaning up' triggered a flurry of thoughts through my mind. Thoughts of elegance, beauty and love for my husband. A shot of euphoria blows through my chest as I look about and adore the beautifully pink room. As well as my dress as I twirl about and glance at myself in the mirror.

"Deary me!" I softly shout as I remember something, "I best get dinner ready before my hubby comes home." I continue as I place the pink toilet paper on the coffee table and I prance my way over to the kitchen with my heels clacking at each step. I just hope I have enough time to touch myself up after so I can look my best for him!

Girlish thoughts rush through my mind as I couldn't help but imagine that the happier I make my 'hubby', the happier he'll make me in bed. I have so much to do before I could even think of him ravishing my womanhood. Hopefully he deems my worthy of a good poking tonight but I must focus on dinner first.

"Goly, a woman's work is never done!" I think to myself as I elegantly skip to the kitchen...