Lisa loved her boyfriend Max, but he could be a bit insensitive from time to time. She just idly wished he would understand women a little better.
The changes started the very next day. She noticed something different about him. βAre you wearing makeup?β She asked.
βI just thought Iβd try it,β He explained, βYou know, I never realized how much effort it is?β
It was refreshing at first; Max truly seemed to be more caring and understand of what Lisa would go through as a woman. It quickly got out of hand. By the end of the week, Max was not only wearing makeup, but also jewelry and wigs and bright pink dresses. He carried a purse. Lisa even swore his figure was becoming more feminine. Max asked to be called βMaxine,β and he and Lisa hadnβt slept together since the wish. As they discussed plans for the weekend, the horror of what she had done was truly starting to sink in for Lisa.
βAre we gonna hit up the club tonight?β Maxine asked.
βThat sounds fun,β Lisa cracked a smile, thinking this might be a date with her boyfriend. Her hopes were quickly dashed.
βGood. Because I need a good dick to fill me up. I mean, weβve had fun, but you know Iβm not a dyke, right? I just could really use a good man to pound my cooch hard before my period comes this week.β
What had she done? Max was certainly understanding women better now because he seemed to have become one.