Inner Woman Ch. 01: Charmed by a Bracelet

I continued to explore the new body that I somehow inherited. I noticed a few similarities that my new body shared with my old one. For instance, my tattooed arm sleeve. The thorns that snaked around my left bicep were still there and in the same pattern, although now, the thorny vines had different colored roses blooming throughout. The demonic looking scull on my forearm was now a sugar scull with pops of color. Most of the old stars were now hearts and the bullet holes were butterflies. It looked like the same artist did the work but added in a feminine theme and a lot more color which made it very beautiful.

I also noticed the scar on my knee from when I fell off a trampoline as a kid and needed stitches. The birthmark on my right shoulder was still there as well. I could still see myself through the same blue eyes, although they appeared to be brighter now. Even my nose was in the same shape only smaller. Then I whispered out.

"I'm a woman now?"

After I spoke, the mirror looked like it rippled. Like a small pebble was dropped into still water. Then the reflection winked at me. It literally winked and said.

"Damn right you're a woman now. Oh it feels so good to finally get out!"

But I wasn't the one to say those words, it was my reflection that said them. Realization hit me that I must be going completely insane. First, I wake up in a female body, now I'm having a conversation with my reflection?

"What's happening to me? Who are you?"

"I'm your inner woman silly. Our name is Mikayla. We are one in the same, only I'm the version of you if we were born female."

"But I...we??? Wasn't born female. How could this happen?"

"The Venus Charm Bracelet happened. The moment you put it on, it awakened your inner woman."

I started fidgeting with the bracelet, trying to find a way to release the clasps or pull it off my wrist.

"Oh sweetie, you're waisting your time. It's not coming off."

"So I'm stuck like this.... forever?"

"Oh no, don't panic. The magic only last for five days, then I'll go back to being buried in the back of you mind and you'll get your dick back. That is unless you happen to fall in love."

"Fall in love? What happens if I fall in love with someone? "

"We would get to be Mikayla forever! Wouldn't you want that? Being a woman is so much better than being a man. I have a sneaky suspicion that you're going to enjoy this week more than you think."

"I'm a man, I don't want to be Mikayla for five days, much less forever."

"Are you sure about that? You've never had thoughts or dreams of being a woman?"

"No! I'm a man! That's what I've always been. That's what I'll always want to be."

"C'mon girl, you can't fool me. I remember when when you used to try on mom's clothes when we were home alone. I remember stuffing her bra and trying on makeup."

"You know about that? How could you?"

"How could I not know about it? I'm a part of your subconsciousness. Like I said, we are one in the same. I even remember how the royal blue ball gown was our favorite."

"But that was so long ago. I was just a curious teenager."

"Curious, confused, conflicted, ashamed, and a long list of other emotions. You've spent your whole life trying to bury it, trying to keep it pressed down, but it always comes back. Don't deny it. Now you've been blessed with an opportunity to explore it, to actually live it."

"What is everyone going to think? What is Cole going to think when I show up and say. "Funny thing happened, that bracelet turned me into a woman." He'll never believe that. No one would "

"That's the best part. No one knows who Michael is. Everyone you know, knows you as Mikayla. In their eyes, you've always been Mikayla."

"So am I in some kind of alternate reality or something?"

"Yea, sort of. Look, I don't know how the magic works, all I know is that it does. The people that were in your life as Michael, are still in your life as Mikayla. A few things have changed obviously, but for the most part, your life as Mikayla is very similar to Michael's."

My small hands and dainty little fingers were back to playing with my breasts as I rolled my eyes at her mention of the obvious changes.

"I don't think I can do this. I don't know the first thing about being a woman."

"Don't worry your pretty little head off, I'll be around to help you out when you need me. Besides, you're a quick learner. You've already figured out how to make our pussy wet."

I could feel the slickness between my legs that had been growing. Throughout our whole conversation I'd been playing with my tits. It felt so strange yet so arousing at the same time. That unexplainable desire that I felt yesterday in the pit of my stomach was back, even stronger now that I could feel a tingling sensation deep within in my wet pussy. I shivered as I lightly ran a finger between my soaking lips.

"That a girl, feels good doesn't it? Now try this."

As if it were an instinct, my fingers moved on there own. The ring and pointer fingers on my left hand opened the folds of my wet pussy. My other hand dropped from my right nipple and moved towards the top of my pussy, softly running down my stomach towards it's destination. The tips of my fingers began to rub circles on my clit with light pressure. My hips jerked on reflex and my inner muscles clenched from the contact on my most sensitive little nub. Goose bumps covered my body as I felt every little nerve ending come to life. My hand motions picked up in speed and intensity, I could feel a heat rising in my core as something big was just on the horizon. I could hear myself moaning in pleasure. I opened my eyes back up and saw her...me, pleasuring myself in the mirror and I panicked. I stopped my masturbation session, then closed my fists and held them to my sides.

"Why are you making me do this?"

"Oh c'mon, we were so close! I didn't make you do anything. I just pointed you in the right direction and you took over. It felt so good didn't it?"

"Well, yeah, it felt really good."

"Ok, so what's the problem?"

"I don't know, sorry, I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed right now."

"Ok, I get it, there's a lot to take in. I'll tell you what, how about we take the day off work? Spend the day getting to know your inner woman."

That actually sounded like a good idea because my emotions were all over the place. I wasn't too sure that I could make it through the day without freaking out, so a day to get used to things felt like a good idea. Walking back into my bedroom felt odd. I could feel my ass and hips swaying on their own and the weight of my boobs bouncing. I grabbed my phone and texted Cole.

Me: Sorry Cole, I'm still not feeling well. I'm going to stay home today to get a little more rest.

Cole: Do you need me to bring you anything?

Me: It's sweet of you to offer but I think I'll be ok.

Cole: OK, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Don't worry about the flip. Me and Benny will continue with the demo.

Me: Thanks, I'll make it up to you somehow.

Cole: Looking forward to it. Get better chic, see you later.

Chic? I assumed that meant my inner woman was right. Everyone I knew, knew me as a woman. Benny was a guy we hired a few months ago. He was a pretty big kid, fresh out of highschool, a little odd at times but friendly enough. The guy could have been a starting lineman for the football team but he said his grades weren't good enough to make the team. He was only part time help, but at least he was a hard worker with a strong back.

"Ok, so what now?" I asked my inner woman.

"Why don't we finish what we started in the bathroom? Trust me, it'll help you relax."

My pussy was still soaking wet. I didn't see the point in fighting it any more so I gave in to my urges. After all, I was certainly curious to know what that orgasm would have felt like had I not stopped myself. This time I laid on my bed and spread my legs open. I started with one hand caressing and playing with my boobs, my other hand gently rubbing my inner thighs and velvety folds. Peering down between my legs, I was a little caught off guard by not seeing a dick, but I didn't let that stop me. I applied some pressure to my clit in a circular motion. My hips jolted forward again, causing me to moan out my pleasure. Soon, I was right on the edge again so I moved my fingers faster. My hips started rotating in the opposite direction, bringing me even closer to my climax. My orgasm was right there, so close I could almost reach out and touch it, almost. My mind was spinning in circles at the pleasure that I was receiving, it was also spinning in desire because I couldn't quite cross the finish line. The moment I slid two fingers into my wet tunnel, I moaned out.

"Oh fuck, I think I'm going to cum. Fuck! Fuck!! Ooohhh SHIT!! I'm cumming!!"

Intense pleasure invaded my body, I could feel the electrical sparks through every nerve ending. Much more pleasurable than anything I'd ever experienced in my life. Better than any orgasm, better than any high I'd ever received in my younger days of experimental drug use. It felt like a warm wave of intense euphoria washing over my body. It honestly took my breath away momentarily.

I wanted more. More accurately, I needed more. Suddenly I remembered the toys in the bottom drawer of my night stand so I reached into it and grabbed the first one that my hand made contact with. It turned out to be a rather large rubber dildo. It was flesh colored, thick and veiny with a fat head. It was very life like. My eyes grew wide with desire, but also nervousness. Could that thing really fit inside me? Only one way to find out. I considered applying some lube, but with my glistening juices that covered my fingers and inner thighs, I figured I was plenty lubricated enough. My fingers did a remarkable job on their own, but there was still this itch, this emptiness deep within me that desperately needed attention.

I started by sliding my dildo between my pussy lips, much like I'd seen women do on solo porn. When my wetness fully coated the rubber phallus, I lined it up to my entrance and slowly began to sink it inside. I could feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate the girth as I pushed deeper and deeper. While it felt like my dildo may split me in two, there was no pain whatsoever, only pure pleasure as my tunnel expanded. When my dildo was fully inserted and buried to the hilt, I moaned out.

"Oh fuck yes...there it is, that's the spot."

The spot I was referring to was that itch deep within. That need was satisfied but only for a moment. Even with my dildo fully submerged, that need returned. I slowly pulled out, then plunged back in, then repeated the process over and over. It felt amazing. Every time the dildo completely filled me, it was like a button being pressed. A button that caused me to moan out. A button that brought me closer and closer to the edge. A button that made my inner muscles clench, and a button that cause a heat to build in my core. Faster and faster I pounded my pussy with this wonderful toy until my legs started to twitch and a powerful orgasm claimed my body again. I screamed out in ecstasy, then I released my dildo and brought both hands to my tits and squeezed as my hips continued to jerk and roll around in circles. My tunnel was too slick for my inner walls to clamp onto and hold the dildo inside my pussy. It started to slide out and when the fat head moved between my lips, a clear squirt of liquid followed. I continued to lay there and fondle my breasts as my body twitched and spasmed every few seconds. When the euphoria finally subsided and I came back to my senses, all I could say was.

"Best sick day ever."

The next task in getting to know my inner woman was a shower. The hot water bouncing off my tits felt really nice. The water and suds flowed in different paths and patterns than I was familiar with. All of my soaps and shampoos smelled wonderful. Although I didn't really need to, I shaved my legs and arm pits on my own but let my inner woman help out with shaving my pussy. After the shower, I applied lotion on my legs and thoroughly enjoyed how smooth and fresh I felt.

Blow drying my hair took a while but I really didn't mind. It's not like I had anywhere to go. Plus I kind of liked the feeling of my boobs bouncing and jiggling while doing it. After my hair was dried, my inner woman showed me how to brush it and style it in several ways. She also told me about all of the hair products I owned, what their purpose was, and how or why I would use them.

With my hair in a half up ponytail, I moved on to makeup. It all seemed overwhelming at first. The eye liner was nerve wracking but soon enough, I was applying my makeup with relative ease. I cleaned it off and reapplied it several times just to see the different looks I could come up with.

After learning hair and makeup, I realized I wasn't learning in a traditional way. As my inner woman showed me all the tips and techniques, it was like the information was downloaded directly into my brain. I didn't have to memorize anything because it was already there, like I'd been doing it my whole life. Her thoughts and my thoughts seemed to merge together. What initially felt like a conversation with another person started to feel like a conversation with myself.

I felt the same as I started dressing myself and trying on different outfits. My bra, which held my d cups nicely, was a little tricky at first, but became easier in a short amount of time. The waistline of some of my skirts and pants felt awfully high, some even came all the way up to my belly button. They felt odd at first, but then felt more and more comfortable as the day went on. Even some of my more revealing outfits that felt too tight and with too much skin showing gave me a confidence that I never knew I had. It brought back the memories of trying on my mom's dresses and skirts. It was so much better now that I actually had the curves and the body to fill them out.

Throughout the day, I gave myself different looks for different tasks or events. Some outfits gave me a professional look, some gave me a flirty look, some gave me a sexy look. I noticed that no matter how I dressed myself, I still had a bad ass vibe going on with my ink and piercings. It was a great contrast to my cute and innocent looking face.

Before I knew it, I'd spent the whole day getting to know my new self and getting comfortable in my new skin. I actually felt excited about the remaining four days of womanhood. Before bed, I tried out my vibrator and absolutely adored the buzzing and vibration against my clit. After calming down from another amazing orgasm, my last thought before I drifted off to dream land was.

"A girl could get used to this."

Day 2

I woke up to my phone's alarm clock, much like the day before. I untangled myself from my comfortable cloud like blankets, stretched, then made my bed. This time however, there was no nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something was off, although, I did leave my vibrator on the nightstand again. Everything else felt right. I was pretty excited about facing the world as a woman.

I dressed myself in a pair of faded skinny jeans that hugged my lower half tightly. The rips and holes gave a nice view of my tanned thighs. A sports bra, black tank top and work boots completed my clothing. I wore light makeup and put my hair in a long ponytail. My keys weren't on the kitchen counter where I always left them before, then a thought came to me.

"My pocket book. Of course."

I dug in my pocket book and found a whole host of useful items. My keys, makeup, hairbrush, lip balm, hand sanitizer along with hand lotion, and tampons to name a few. Seeing a wallet peaked my interest so I opened it up to check out my driver's license. My birthday was the same along with my address. I think my driver's license number was still the same but I couldn't be sure. Obviously my name, photo, height, and weight changed to match my new appearance but what caught me off guard was the letter "F" next to my sex. My boobs and pussy were all the confirmation I really needed to know I was a female now, but something about seeing that letter "F" made me smile. Like it made my womanhood official.

The only thing about my key chain that changed was the addition of a little canister of pepper spay. I was a little worried that my inner woman drove a little convertible or something so I was excited to see my keys to The Beast were still there. Walking outside, I noticed all of the red accents on my Jeep were now a bright pink. After I climbed in, I softly ran my hand across the dash, as if I were petting a dog. I wasn't sure if The Beast was having as much fun as I was in the opposite gender, so I said.

"Sorry girl, I guess it happened to you too."

My excitement turned into nervousness the moment I pulled into the driveway and parked next to Cole's truck. Lindsay's SUV was there as well. Halestorm was blasting through my speakers so I turned the music down to contemplate how I should act in front of them. The two of them have known Mikayla a lot longer than I have. Would they notice something different about me? Could something I do or say trigger some kind of memory of Michael? Thankfully I was able to talk myself off the cliff and calm my nerves, or was it my inner woman? By this point in time it was hard to tell the difference. Either way, I slipped on my big girl panties and made my way inside. Cole was standing next to Lindsay in the kitchen area. My heart beat sped up a little as I made eye contact with Cole. With a warm smile, he said.

"So, Beauty and The Beast decided to make an appearance today?"

I was a little caught off guard when he wrapped me in a one arm hug. I ended up wrapping both of my arms around his mid section and buried my face in his chest. His scent filled my nostrils. I knew his cologne well but it seemed to smell so much better now. The cologne mixed with his own musk was quite captivating. I couldn't deny the way he made me feel while snuggled up against him. I could feel the arousal and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, especially with my boobs pressed up against his hard torso. He then softly spoke into my ear.

"Glad you're feeling better Mikayla."

I gave him a tight little squeeze and thanked him before letting go. I gave Lindsay a hug and complemented her hair style. Feeling her boobs pressed against my own was a nice feeling as well, although I didn't really feel a sense of desire like I did with Cole, I could still feel my arousal level going up.

We spent several hours going over every detail of our remodeling plans, as well as Lindsay's design ideas. I found it interesting that my ideas in design and style were more aligned with Lindsay's than with Cole's. We wouldn't be able to start any renovations until Lindsay came back with the CAD printouts. Even then we would have to wait for the historical society to approve the changes. As Lindsay gathered her notes before leaving, she asked

"Hey Mikayla, girls night tomorrow?"

"Sounds fun, count me in."

With our meeting with Lindsay over, Cole and I joined Benny to resume the demo. I felt like I was my old self again. I still felt a little "icky", but I didn't mind the dust and sweat so much. I also didn't get frustrated when something was too heavy for me to lift, I simply asked for help.

Cole and Benny definitely treated me different now that I was a woman. Benny was very courteous. He called me "ma'am" and he was quick to lend a helping hand, even when I didn't really need it. I caught his eyes on my chest and backside several times. It was very flattering at first, but it didn't take too long to give me the creeps. His eyes seemed to linger for far too long, hell I could almost read the dirty thoughts running through his mind. Cole on the other hand, only stole a few glances from time to time. Lucky for me, I knew he was an ass man so I made sure to give him a nice view and a little wiggle when I'd bend over to pick something up.