With each passing day, I leaned further into Alicia’s life. I practiced her voice and accent in front of the mirror, perfecting the lilt and cadence until it felt almost second nature. I learned how to walk in heels, gingerly at first, but eventually with a newfound confidence that surprised me. The whirls of fashion became my playground as I tried on various outfits, mixing and matching colors and styles, transforming into a version of Alicia that was distinctly me, yet unmistakably her.
I kept texting with Ethan, sending playful messages that only deepened our connection. Each exchange was laced with flirtation that felt natural in this newfound persona I was embodying. I found myself looking forward to every notification from him, my heart racing with excitement each time my phone buzzed.
I discovered her hobbies—painting classes, yoga sessions, and even a penchant for baking. Each one made me feel like I was slowly uncovering pieces of her identity, building a bridge between the girl I was pretending to be and the boy I once was.
I found myself humming along to the radio as I baked a batch of scones one sunny afternoon, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of vanilla and berries. I carefully measured the ingredients, trying to recall Alicia’s notes on her secret family recipe. With each stirring motion, I felt more at home in this body, reveling in the femininity of it all.
As the scones baked, I took a moment to admire my reflection in the kitchen window, sunlight streaming through and illuminating Alicia's features. I twirled my hair absentmindedly, thoughts drifting back to Ethan.
Tim would never find himself falling in love with a man. Alicia, on the other hand, might just be capable of that.
I decided to send him another selfie, this time with my hair cascading down my shoulders and a playful smirk on my lips. I leaned slightly toward the camera, giving a hint of the scones in the background.
“Baking in style! Can’t wait to share these with you 😉,” I typed, hitting send before I had a second thought.
“Wow, those look incredible! Can’t wait for a taste! When can I come over?” he replied.
“Why not tonight? I’ll save some for you,” I knew I wouldn't mind if we shared a bit more than just the scones.
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