Venus Charm Bracelet

Day 5

I woke up earlier than usual on the fifth day. A lot of emotions were going through my head. I was excited, nervous, antsy, even a little scared, but not because of the big game. I knew without a shadow of doubt that this new life was the life I wanted. Being a woman fit me so much better than being a man, but what if Lindsay was wrong about Cole's feelings for me. Was holding on to my womanhood worth the risk of losing the greatest friend I'd ever known? If I confessed my love to him but he didn't feel the same, it would surely destroy our relationship, both personally and professionally. Wouldn't that be selfish of me? But then again, if I went back to my old life I would be living a life of misery, especially now that I knew who I really wanted to be.

Deciding what to wear to Cole's house was actually pretty easy. Silver leggings and a spaghetti string tank with either "State" written across it or the "Redbirds" logo printed on it. According to my pictures, that was my normal attire for game day, sometimes wearing a hoodie if it was cold. I wore a pair of tennis shoes for comfort and wore my hair in a high ponytail.

After finishing my makeup and deciding on jewellery, I inspected myself in the full-length mirror. I could feel that dropping feeling in my stomach paired with an aching in my heart. Oh how I admired my hour glass figure, the swell of my breasts, the flatness in my crotch along with a sexy thigh gap that was highlighted by the skin tight leggings. All I would need is a little bit of courage to call this body home for the rest of my life. I spoke into the mirror to my inner woman.

"We're really going to do this aren't we?"

The mirror took on the ripple effect and my reflection replied.

"I sure hope so, but it's completely your decision."

"But is it really my decision? You are controlling my thoughts after all."

"Sweetie, I can't control your thoughts, I can't control your feelings or emotions either. They are completely yours. All I can do is speak to you and guide you. I can offer advice and navigate you through conversations that involve the past. I can occasionally take control of your movements for a short period of time if you allow it. Other than that, everything you've done or wanted to do has been completely up to you."

Right before noon I pulled The Beast into Cole's driveway with A7X blasting through my speakers. I hopped out and walked to his door with a twelve pack of cold beer. He met me at the door and gave me a nice hug. We gave each other a peck on the cheek and he took the beer into his kitchen to place it in the refrigerator. I made my way to his living room where the huge flat screen TV was broadcasting the pre-game show. On his coffee table was a spread of chips, dips, hot wings, and a tray with crackers and cheese. I sat down on his couch and crossed my legs, then Cole handed me a beer and sat down next to me. He sat so close that his weight on the cushion pulled me even closer towards him. I readjusted myself so that my legs crossed over his, then brought the bottle of beer to my lips and took a few swallows. Although beer was no longer my favourite alcoholic beverage, it was still quite refreshing and hit the spot nicely. I ended up taking a second chug to stop myself from confessing my feelings just to get the whole thing over with. I decided I should wait for a better opportunity.

Watching the game with Cole actually brought back some normalcy. We screamed and yelled at the TV. We argued whether a call should be overturned when a play was being reviewed. We both felt very strongly that the refs were terrible. We shared a ton of trash talking although it was much more flirtatious than before. Watching the game with Cole was also probably the best thing that could have happened to me since my magical transformation.

For starters, I realized that my love for him was absolutely real and more than just a key to unlock the door to womanhood. I also realized that I didn't have to completely give up my old life. I could still be a sports fan, I could still work in construction, I could still drive a jacked up Jeep and listen to heavy metal music. Hell I could even continue to go fishing or golfing if I wanted to. I don't have to be a soft delicate flower to be a girl, I could be a bad ass bitch that's more than capable of living the life she sees fit. Your interests and hobbies don't define your gender. None of those things made me more of a man so it's not like they would make me less of a woman either. If I woke up the next day in my male body, I would still be a female in my heart. I'd probably finally have the courage to admit to myself that I was trans and go through the long and tough journey of transitioning.