If you came across a fork in the road, which path would you choose?

Columbus, Ohio, August 29, 2013.

I waved goodbye to my new friends. Max was a good man, and in times like these, those were few and far between. It was a damn shame I would never reunite with him. Not that I was smitten with him or anything! Though I guess I could be lucky that the first man I ever got to know as a girl was at least a pleasant one.

Even Sienna, although still quite the brat, was beginning to grow on me as well. By the time I left her behavior was no longer irritating but instead rather cute. Was that my motherly instincts and feelings showing themselves? I didn’t know, and didn’t want to spend my time thinking about it.

They wanted to remain there for me, just in case it didn’t turn out the best when I finally knocked on the door and greet my one time lover. I was confident she wouldn’t reject me, however. I knew her, and while my becoming a woman would be hard on her (hell it was hard enough on me as it was!), she wouldn’t let me down. I could feel it.

Driving off, I was left alone, separated by a single front door. Even as a freshman in college, Miriam was very well off. Her relatives were widely renowned, for better or worse. She never told me much more about them though.

As a result, she lived in her own house, paid for and everything. It was amazing that at one point in time she fell for the humdrum middle to lower class male that was me. It made me happy she did. Now I hope she can accept the homeless newly minted Wyld female I just recently became.

I rang the doorbell, praying she was home. It was a weekend; no classes were available and no parties to go to in the middle of the afternoon. It would be kind of awkward to be standing there after I shooed Max away.

Luckily she was home, and as the door opened she stood there, looking as stunning to my eyes as she always has.

The times we had back as a man began to come flooding back to me. Unfortunately that bubble burst as she failed to recognize her former boyfriend.

“Can I help you?” She asked, much to my disappointment.

“Miriam,” I said. “It’s me, you remember. Scott Ryan?”

“Scott?” she replied, obviously confused. “But you’re a-“

“A girl?” I finished for her. “I went Wyld. It’s a long story, and I’d rather not be standing out here talking about it. Can I come in?”

Dumbfounded, Miriam moved aside and granted me permission to step inside. This was going to be quite the discussion, obviously one I didn’t really want to have.

I sat down at her table as she looked me over, not sure what to think. She was having a hard time accepting this. I know I would if I was in her situation.

“How can I tell that you’re really him?” She said. “I mean, when I look at you, I don’t see anything that reminds me of him.”

Ouch, that stung. I should’ve been prepared for that however. Even in my female form, I didn’t have a whole lot of my mother’s looks, which meant I still took after my father. But even so, you would think there would still be some physical indicators.

I had to come up with a story. Something deep and intimate; an experience that I knew we couldn’t forget.

I still had some of my male instincts it seemed. The first thing I thought of was perhaps the most intimate experience I could recall.

“You remember the night about a month ago?” I asked. “When we finally…you know. Did it?”

She looked at me, kind of disturbed how easily I could just throw it out there into the open. Either way I continued.

“It was the day we both lost our virginity,” I continued. “You didn’t want it to be some typical make out scenario, where we were in the back seat of my car, or in secret hiding in a closet in school. You were more refined than that!”

Her face was beet red at this point, but I had to continue, “So you took your mother’s credit card and rented out a 5-star hotel out by the mall.”

“She never let me out from that one,” she added. Luckily, as I said before, she was loaded.

“You remember those words, Mir?” I asked. “What you said before our big moment?”

This was the point I wanted her to remember. And together we both recited these words aloud.

“That no matter what the circumstances, we were one. No matter where we go, or what we become we will always find each other. For you’re the yang to my yin, the love of my life, and through this, the loss of our virginity, is proof our union is justified.”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I convinced her, but now felt guilty that she had to see me as this.

“I knew you went Wyld,” she admitted to me. “It was that very night. The flash of light, while you were asleep. It seemed like nothing major happened so I didn’t about it, but this…”

“You knew?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Yes, Scott,” She repeated. “So…what is it? Your power?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” I replied. “It seems like I can heal really fast, but for some reason my healing turned me into…well, this.”

“Do you still call yourself Scott now?” She asked. “Do you go by something else?”

“I haven’t thought about it,” I confirmed. “Scott is fine for now, at least if it’s just between us.”

I looked at her and could feel her disappointment, as if she had lost somebody important from her life forever. I grasped her hand and I adamantly stated, “I swear I won’t be like this forever, Mir. I’ll do everything in my power to become my old self again. I will be the man you love once again. This I promise you.”

She pulled away, still having a hard time getting over such a predicament. She felt it best to change subjects. “I have a guest bedroom down the hall. It’s yours now. Help yourself to it. You can stay here as long as you want. I don’t plan on going anywhere tonight, and after all this, I don’t think I could.”

“Thanks, Mir,” I said. I wanted to embrace her so bad, but I felt like it would only make things more awkward. With the very few bags I had along with me I made my way down the hall and began to settle in.

Be thankful for small blessings. I slept in my new bed, and much like might night at the hotel, it was rather comfortable in nature, even though it was relatively girly. It didn’t really matter however- at this point I kind of fit the part.

I wasn’t exactly expecting what Miriam brought me the next day. She opened the door without warning, startling me awake.

“Good morning, Scott,” she began as she held a bunch of clothes in her hands. Setting them down on the foot of my bed, I could already distinguish that they were in fact made just for women, from the shirt down to the panties.

“I saw you didn’t have much for clothing,” she stated. “So I figured I’d help out just a little bit. I hope you don’t mind.”

I was kind of speechless. Talk about pushing me into my femininity. “Uh…Mir,” I began. “I’m not real comfortable wearing all of that.”

“Why not?” she asked. “You seem to be ok with wearing a bra.”

“I kind of do it begrudgingly,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “I don’t want to bring suspicion against myself.”

“And this is for the same reason,” she declared. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being Wyld. I know it hurts, but you’ll hafta play the part.” She then threw off my covers. “Now let me see the legs!”

I didn’t know why, but I felt kind of embarrassed. It was the first time I’ve shown them to anyone, and being man in spirit, I never bothered to shave them when I had the opportunity, which was never. As a result, and due to my regeneration, it was a forest down there.

“Come here!” she ordered as she pulled me out of my bed and into the bathroom. As she turned on the faucet and filled the bathtub with water she searched the cupboard for a bottle of strawberry scented shaving foam. I used to like the smell when it was on Miriam. Now I would have the unwanted pleasure of smelling it on the leg I owned.

A good hour into my radical transformation and I became a whole new woman. I soaked effortlessly inside the bathwater, the wash sent me to a state of euphoria. I really don’t know how she got me to do this so effortlessly.

She left me alone as she allowed me to soak in the bathtub. My eyes closed, all I could think of was the scent of strawberries. It was quickly becoming my favorite fruit. It reminded me of her, the woman who I was so thankful was with me at this very moment. If she needed me to be a woman, albeit temporarily, then I would. Like I said, I would do anything for her.

Of course, these trials were happening rather fast. As I stood naked I saw the clothing staring behind me. It amazed me that I was now at Miriam’s height. 2 inches was more than I would’ve realized, and my body, with its perfect hourglass figure only made getting into her clothes that much easier.

That was the easy part. The more difficult trial I had laying before me was to actually swallow my pride and put it on me. It’s easy when Miriam force me. This was now my decision, and not one I could make lightly. I did have to appreciate her compromising behavior however. Most of these shirts were old t-shirts from concerts we used to frequent when we were younger, only instead of male shirts they were female, which sort of clung around my body, accentuating my curves. I suppose I can live with that, I thought to myself. At least I could be casual, which was a plus. I’m just glad she wasn’t some crazy woman, trying to forcibly feminize me. I at least want to make that decision, if I wanted to go full time girl.

Oddly enough, everything, from wearing the panties to the tight jeans, felt not only good, but right. Even looking at myself I couldn’t help but appreciate the body I had acquired. I wanted to show Miriam and see how she felt. I just hope she didn’t think I looked better in these clothes than she did!

Yet for some reason she wasn’t around. It wasn’t really a big place, but for some reason even now I could help but feel lost in it. I walked down the halls, shouting Miriam’s name. Could she have gone out for a bit? That seemed a little sudden.

I heard the sound of the door knocking. Perhaps my intuition was right. She must’ve locked herself out or something, I thought. I made my way to foyer to open the door to let her in.

Yet who awaited me wasn’t Miriam at all. Rather, it was a man, well built and towering in stature, at least to me.

“Hey there,” he said, obviously surprised that there’s someone else here answering the door for him. “My name’s Jackson. I’m Miriam’s brother. I don’t suppose she’s available?”