Thinking Out Loud

 

Nigel had been sitting at home looking through the Victoria’s Secret website, anyone who had walked in on this would just assume that Nigel liked the models but in reality it was much different. He sighed as he looked at the different styles of clothes available, Nigel had always wanted to be a girl, he wasn’t trans like people he knew it was just an innate wish that he could morph his body into that of a girl by simply wearing girl’s clothes, sort of like Chris Young in Different Perspectives. he fantasied about becoming a model and how if his wish came true he could model anything.

As he scrolled he had a Freudian slip saying out loud “I wish i could do their job,” Realising his slip he panicked and turned, thankfully his door was shut so nobody would have heard him, apart from a bored fourth dimensional being with a almost fetishist love of messing with three dimensional beings passing through, With a smile and a throw of strange dust particles over Nigel he disappeared.

Nigel let out a gasp as he felt his entire body pull into itself, almost like there was a vortex in his torso being followed by a blinding flash of light.

“Natalie, Are you alright love?” A British man holding a expensive looking camera asked as Nigel looked around dazed and confused at the large crowd of people staring at him, he was in a photo studio with semi naked women walking around. Suddenly strands of blonde hair fell in front of his view, moving his hands up Nigel’s mouth opened as he felt long flows of hair. glancing down he then saw two breasts concealed in a blue and grey bra.

“yeah,Ca..C-Can i get a drink please? I feel a bit lightheaded” Nigel said, stopping as he noticed the high pitched voice coming from him.

“Sure, someone get Natalie a drink! It wont look good on me if a world renowned supermodel collapses during my shoot” The photographer shouted as Nigel sat down and examined himself in a full body mirror.

“Who knew thinking out loud could have such...incredible rewards” Nigel smiled as he moved his hands over his new breasts and bulge-less crotch as memories of Natalie entered his mind, Natalie, the model that looked stunning in anything. Natalie, the sexiest woman alive. Natalie, the women who could sleep with whoever she wanted as a man she recognised as a smoking hot brunette walked past in a skimpy lace teddy.