I slammed the door shut to my room and crashed onto my bed. Another shitty day. Pretty typical for me, and I couldn’t even blame anyone for it. I was always in a pissy mood, and glancing at the mirror on my wall only made it worse. God, what an ugly face. I was so fucking hideous.

College was really sucking right now. I didn’t even want to go to this college, I was just made to by my parents who said I couldn’t go back to my previous college because it was too expensive. It seemed like everything was too expensive these days. I checked out some house prices a few weeks ago and when I saw them I was flabbergasted. Who the hell could afford this shit?

The worst part about college right now wasn’t the workload, but rather the other students. I’m so jealous of all those people in that school who probably have real lives and actually talk and hang out with people in real life. Meanwhile I’m stuck here with no fucking friends because I’m too nervous to talk to anyone. Hell, whenever I do talk to people it’s like I’m too autistic to speak like a normal fucking person. I always come off as weird.

Fuck my life. I needed something to relax and ease my mind.

I knew just the thing.

I went onto ChatGPT and typed in the prompt “write a short sexy story about a man transforming into a woman”. It sounded stupid, but I really needed this. I had been reading stories about guys turning into girls since I was really young, and I wasn’t in the mood right now to search for a story I liked. Just let the fucking robot do it for me.

I watched as the program started spitting out text. When it was finished, it was surprisingly long. 9 paragraphs? I wasn’t expecting that.

Well, let’s see what it came up with.

“Once upon a time, in a small town nestled by the sea, there lived a man named Ethan. He was an adventurous soul, always seeking new experiences to ignite the fire within him. One fateful evening, as he strolled along the moonlit shore, he discovered a mystical artifact hidden amidst the sands—a shimmering amulet of untold power.

Intrigued by its beauty, Ethan reached out and clasped the amulet in his hand. In that instant, a surge of energy coursed through his body, and he felt a profound transformation begin to unfold. His muscles softened, his frame slenderized, and his features took on a delicate grace. The once-masculine contours of his face became softer and more feminine, and his hair flowed down in luscious cascades.

As he stood there, Ethan realized that he had transformed into a woman—a vision of alluring beauty. She ran her delicate fingers through her newly grown locks, marveling at the sensations coursing through her body. She couldn't help but feel an intoxicating sense of power and sensuality that was entirely new to her.

With newfound curiosity, the woman ventured into town the next day, adorned in a stunning dress that accentuated her every curve. Heads turned, eyes lingered, and whispers of desire followed in her wake. She reveled in the attention, savoring the newfound confidence and allure that seemed to radiate from her very being.

As fate would have it, Ethan, now transformed into a captivating woman, crossed paths with a charming artist named Alex. Drawn to her beauty and the air of mystery that surrounded her, Alex couldn't resist the urge to strike up a conversation. They quickly discovered a shared passion for art, adventure, and the intoxicating allure of transformation.

Their connection deepened as they spent countless hours exploring the depths of each other's souls, baring their desires and dreams. The woman, once Ethan, felt a profound sense of liberation, as though her transformation had unlocked the truest version of herself. In Alex's presence, she felt desired, cherished, and understood in ways she had never imagined.

Their love story blossomed, a tapestry of passion and exploration. The woman reveled in the gentle touch of Alex's hands on her transformed body, each caress igniting sparks of ecstasy that danced along her skin. Together, they celebrated the beauty of their bodies, free from societal expectations and limitations. They reveled in the fluidity of their desires, exploring the depths of their souls as they intertwined their bodies and spirits.

In this tale of transformation and passion, the woman formerly known as Ethan discovered the true essence of herself—a sensual, empowered being, embracing her femininity and all the pleasures it held. Through the amulet's enchanting power, she not only found love but also discovered the intoxicating freedom that comes from embracing one's authentic self.

And so, their love story continues, an eternal journey of exploration, connection, and unabashed desire—a testament to the transformative power of love and the wondrous beauty that can emerge when one embraces their truest form.”

Thanks, AI overlords. I closed my eyes and made the ever so familiar motion of reaching for my penis. Holding it, I began to rub the tip.

I pictured myself as the woman in the story. I didn’t want to see myself as someone with a male name, so I called her “Elsie” instead. Yeah, that made sense. This woman changed her name to Elsie after her transformation. And then she got married to Alex and everyone lived happily ever after. Husband and wife, man and woman.

Together, they would have some beautiful children, and the woman would become a mother. She would be raising those perfect little children, making sure they’d grow up to become the best people they could be.

I imagined myself in bed, as a woman. I imagined there was a person above me, holding me, embracing me. He was a man.

Imagining his touch, and his caress of my skin was unbelievably intoxicating. The idea of someone infinitely stronger than me dominating me, protecting me, and showering me with all the love and affection he could muster was the best feeling in the world.

Everytime we kissed I felt his lips press against mine. I felt his light stubble and his rough skin against my soft skin. I felt his large, muscular body filled with just the right amount of hair against my soft, smooth, and hairless body. He was so much bigger and stronger than me, and I loved it.

I kept myself focused on this fantasy, never losing sight of what I needed to do.

He had inserted his penis into my vagina, and he was fucking me. He was fucking me good and hard. Every thrust sent a current of pleasure that traveled through my body, ending at my mouth where a very soft, feminine moan came out. I grabbed my chest, feeling the soft mounds of flesh stuck to it.

It was an incredible ride.

This was the man I was spending my life with. I had married him, in the most beautiful wedding dress I could imagine. This was my fate. I never deserved to be a man. I was never fit for the role, power, and privileges it granted. And that was okay, because a real man, a man who was much more of a man than I ever was, was here to protect me and love me. It was amazing. I loved being a woman. I loved my life.

Before I knew it, the man cummed inside of me and filled me up with his love. My entire body was brimming with pleasure as I climaxed. Feminine moans escaped my lips out of my control. He had bred me. I was going to have a baby. I was so happy. Everything was great.

I opened my eyes to see the ceiling in my bedroom. The fan was running, the lights were on, the sun was still up outside, and I was alone.

I lifted my hand from my pants, seeing it covered in sperm. Geez, I didn’t expect this much to come out. I got up from my bed and washed my hands, looking at my face in the mirror as I did so.

Yep, I was still ugly. Ugly as shit. Was there a cure for being so ugly? It’s not like you could pull that “beauty is on the inside” crap with me either. What was inside me was just as ugly as what was outside. Fuck, I just jacked off to the idea of being a submissive housewife getting impregnated by a man. Not my proudest fap, but I don’t think such a thing exists.

I lied down in my bed and stared at the ceiling fan. Sometimes I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I mean, I’ve been jacking off to the idea of being a girl since I was like, 11. I don’t think I’ve jacked off to anything else, honestly. Anytime I thought about sex, I was always the girl getting fucked by a guy. Picturing myself as a guy fucking a girl did absolutely nothing for me. Wasn’t arousing, wasn’t appealing. I needed to be a girl for it to click.

God, what was wrong with me? Why did I have to be like this? Why couldn’t I have just been born a girl and not this disgusting joke of a guy?

…why wasn’t I just born a girl…

I snapped out of my self pity session. No, there was nothing wrong with me. I didn’t want to be a girl, and I sure as hell didn’t have any fantasies about it. It never happened. None of this ever happened. I was a man, I couldn’t be anything else, and I was okay with that.

I laid down in my bed and tried to take a nap. I was tired. I needed it. I hoped a few tears would come out of my eyes, but of course that didn’t happen. I could never cry, it simply wasn’t possible. Everything was just kept balled up inside me forever.

It was such a horrible, empty feeling.