Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Open the door)

Alex’s keys clattered against the ceramic bowl atop the old-fashioned repainted teal drawer that doubled as entryway table as he emptied his pockets. “Home, sweet home. Fucking finally!” he sighed, looking at this tired reflection on the mirror above.

Friday morning on the train

I got my black suit on, my office pumps again

The bags under his hazel eyes, the stubble on his cheeks, and his short but messy curly brown hair made him look way older than twenty-seven years young. The tan messenger bag he wore across a navy blue jacket with white button down shirt combo, didn’t help on making him look any cuter either.

Work is such a bitch, she wants it yesterday

Nobody hears a word I say

With the absentminded ease of movement that only comes with the bore of a soul-crushing routing, Alex turn around in the narrow vestibule to hang his bag and jacket on the opposite wall and kick his loafers on a shoe rack overflowing with flats, sandals, and heels.

Can’t wait for the time when I can shed my skin

You can’t read my mind but if you’re wondering

Alex dug into his bag one last time and then strolled barefoot over the polished and warm pale hardwood flooring, phone in one hand and the other in a close fist, to the beat of the music.

I’m somebody else, you ain’t met me before

I’ll put my real face on and open the door

His flat consisted of an open floor plan with an isle in the middle that doubled as dinning table and divided the kitchen from the sofa, coffee table, tall and lean cheval glass mirror, stereo, bookstand, and a plant pot with an overgrown monstera in it; that he called living room.

Alex left his phone over the isle counter, filled a short but sturdy whiskey glass with tap water, and popped the pink capsule he carried in his fist before gulping it down.

Wham bam, here I am

Goddess of the glitter and glam

While singing along, Alex accidentally hit the base of the glass hard against the counter without breaking it. Suddenly almost a foot shorter.

(Wham) Yes, catch your breath

Got you eating out of my hand

With long ebony curls that dropped out of nowhere and now dangled atop the two wide dark circles that poked through her now oversized shirt, Alex rinsed the glass glass and put it back in storage inside the dishwasher. Singing in her novel raspy yet feminine voice.

(Wham) Yes, catch your breath

Got you eating out of my hand

Dancing her way in front of the cheval glass to better appreciate her new physique, Alex undid the belt that prevented her swimmingly large trousers from slipping through her hips and once in the floor she kicked them onto the sofa.

Wham bam, thank you ma'am

Now I’m here, the party is on

Alex continue singing until she was cosplaying the gurl who wore her boyfriend’s button down as robe and his boxes because they couldn’t find her thong the morning after.

(Wham) Wow, check me out

Don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone

Alex stripped down naked, picking her clothing from the floor with her toes and bundling it with her trousers over the sofa. She turned from side to side in front of the mirror and by the only window in the living room –she loved being that naked neighbor when she could– to better contemplate her pale and petite hourglass figure. Looking over the shoulder from time to time to better appreciate her derrière and the dimples of Venus in her slender lower back.

Her legs were strong and thick where it mattered with tiny ankles that gave her over-all fit aesthetic the illusion of fragility, because one couldn’t help but to wonder how such small feet could support all of that.

Her abdomen and arms were also toned yet not muscular, which made her perky breasts look bigger than they actually were. Or maybe it was her wide and puffy areolae.

At first she was kinda disappointed at her current bosom. But after a closer inspection, deviating from the busty and petite skinny blonde with tits a little too big for her frame was nice change. They weren’t huge, but you couldn’t call them small either. Plus, they proved to travel around her ribcage just comfortably as she contorted. She concluded, while looking upside-down at the reflection of her completely hairless nether region by turning around and simply bending over in front of the mirror. Being able to simply bend down and effortlessly place your hands and feet flat against the floor with your legs straight was such a hot power move and an incredible turn on for her.

“Brunettes have more fun, anyways!” Alex chuckled, returning to a normal stance and scratching the perfectly trimmed vertical rectangle of a bush that ended just above where the long and deep gash that now divided her fat c– began.

Hi, this is just your regular over-the-counter neighborhood-friendly Friday-night X-Change themed prompt. If you'd like to talk or pitch a story to roleplay, send me a chat or a lovely Orange Envelope with a description of your character. Chats work better for casual conversation and PM's are better for world-building, discussing and roleplaying. I'd love to either:

• have a totally straight (wink wink) gurls night inside, where we get comfy and talk about gurly and overly sexual stuff, share masturbation tips, talk about previous experiences, and have fun,

• or, I get railed and flailed around by a guy (hopefully in a blue X-Change pill) while I don't stop talking about before and after comparisons and how much better the sex as a woman is until you make me shut up with you cock! Whether it's literally with your cock in my mouth or until I am unable of speech by you pumping my lips, whichever happens first.