In Her Shoes

Looking into the mirror, I ran my hands all over my body. I didn’t know who this person was...who this woman was. She was staring back at me, with my blue eyes...my slightly fuller lips...and my long blonde hair. Cascading down in slight messy waves. God, what is this? A shampoo commercial? Standing here shirtless, my tits were small but perky. Pert pink nipples pebbling up because of the cold air. I was afraid to look inside my boxers, but I needed to.

Please still be there...

Please still be there...

Let this be a fucked up dream...

Pulling the waistband to see a patch of brown trimmed hair, and no dick. Absolutely no dick. All nine inches gone...over night. I was afraid to touch it. How would feeling my own...fuck I can’t even think it. That’s a weird thing to say. I mean, just last night, I had a hard, chiseled body with a dick swinging between my legs. And now...I’m a fucking woman.

I wasn’t always a woman. Let’s get that shit out of the way now. Iwasa man.A real man. The kind who made other men feel small and women feel like obsolete. Hell, women only existed for one reason in my world, my pleasure. They were either of service to me in the boardroom or the bedroom, nothing else. I was a CEO, damn it. Inherited my company from my father, and he inherited it from his father. We were REAL MEN. With real big dick energy. Not like any of these pussified men with shaggy hair and nail polish. You know what my father would call those men. Sissy jokes. And women? Manipulative, gold-digging, emotional liabilities. Just like my mother...and now...just like me?

My name was Ethan Maddox. Still is, legally. But these days, people call me Ethel. Don’t laugh. I pulled it out of my ass in a panic at a bar. But I’ll get to that.

I ran Maddox & Co., a multi-million dollar consulting firm that my grandfather built from the ground up. Just like my father, I barked orders, slept with interns – and even my personal assistant – and told HR to go to hell every time they brought up sexual harassment training. I even hired my best and oldest friend from high school, Derek as my CTO.

Derek Rodriguez. My partner in crime. We met in detention in senior year. I had got into a fight with a teammate from the football team, and he’d gotten caught getting a blowjob from some dumb slut. I think it was one of his ex’s best friends. That dude was wild! We had seemed to bond that day, cracking jokes about our situation, and how both of our dads would kick our asses. We’ve been tight ever since, even went to college together. I wanted to go pro in college as a quarterback, but threw out my shoulder. I had to settle with taking over the company. Derek’s ass wanted to be an engineer, but I said fuck that if I have to do this then so do you! Recently he’s been MIA on me because he’s a simp for Rachel...his bitchy girlfriend. I thought he left her ass in high school when he was cheating on her left and right because she SUCKED.

She was the definition of ice queen. She was prim and proper, and the daughter of our former governor. I mean this girl was a prude and probably sexually regressed, I guess her friends did what she wouldn’t, and took turns gagging on Derek’s dick every weekend. But now that they’ve gotten back together after all these years of being apart, he’s wanting to marry her, because she was his “high school sweetheart and the one that got away.” Bleh! Disgusting. I called him whipped. Soft. He’s talking about having kids with this dumb bitch, and how she just gets him now that he’s grown up. If she couldn’t “get” him in high school, what makes him think she “gets” him now? She was in his ear, telling him everything he wanted to hear so she could get an easy life, using him for all he’s worth and banking on his six figure income.

Poor idiot.

You’d never catch me slipping like that.

Did I want a wife and kids one day? Fuck no!

I saw the way my parents were when I was a kid. My dad told me that marriage was just a contract. A receipt saying he bought a live-in maid and fucktoy. And my mother, she was useless. After having me, she basically threw me to the nanny. I thought Esmeralda was my mom for the first five years of my life. Hell, she was even fucking my dad when mom went to have brunch with her girlfriends. You see, my mom was a useless, lazy cunt – and Esmeralda’s cunt was fucking my useless, lazy dad. Mom had a few flings on the side as well. She wasn’t an innocent, blindsided wife like she pretends to be. Many times I’d see the pool boy, and her personal masseuse coming in and out of her room zipping their pants up, and the egregious moans that left her room. You’d think she was in a bad porno with how they’d fuck her. She and Esmeralda had a lot in common. They were both whores.

Anyways back to things that actually matter right now...

It’s just me in the bathroom. Alone. In this unfamiliar body. In this familiar apartment that could be perceived as a stranger’s. My feminine body didn’t match the masculine room. I’ve just been wearing my shock. My confusion. Looking at this now slim but curvaceous body. I couldn’t even scream. I didn’t cry. I just stood there, taking her in—takingmein.

And for the first time in my life... I didn’t feel powerful. I didn’t feel in control.

I felt trapped.

And that, more than anything, scared the hell out of me.

Ethan Maddox

Who Ethan wakes up as...