Later that night, Josh lay sprawled on the bed of what was once his grandmother’s room, the soft floral wallpaper enveloping him in an unfamiliar warmth. It all felt surreal; the gentle hum of a vintage fan was a constant reminder that they were in an era where everything moved slower, yet somehow felt much more alive. He stared at the ceiling, chasing thoughts about the day’s events.
He let out a sigh, his mind drifting to thoughts that felt forbidden yet tantalizing. He rolled over, glancing at the mirror on the opposite wall, its ornate frame casting reflections of a reality he still struggled to grasp. The girl staring back at him had hair cascading in soft waves, framing a face that was both foreign and familiar.
He grabbed at his breasts, the girl in the reflection following his every movement.
Josh couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, unexpected and exhilarating. It felt like freedom, like discovery, like ... nice. He flopped back onto the bed, a grin spreading wide across his face.
"This is fucking wild!" he exclaimed, relishing the softness beneath his hands, "I have titties!"
A giggle escaped again as his hand wandered lower, moving towards where his penis used to be.
“Whoa,” he gasped into the dimly lit room, the words coming out in a rush as soon as his brain could process them.
“I have a vagina…” He sucked in his breath, hardly believing the reality of it, and the thrill of his discovery reverberated through him.
With an incredulous, awed exclamation he repeated himself: “I have a vagina!”
The words felt electrifyingly impossible, filling him with a kind of reckless wonder. It was an adventure he never imagined.
His fingers brushed at the soft skin, the rush of strangeness sending sparks of excitement through him, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread wildly on his face.
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