While you admire your body, in the mirror your mind starts to become filled with strange thoughts, a woman’s thoughts, your thoughts!
Your name was Rosa. You begin to remember your childhood growing up in a religious Hispanic household. How your mother told you thinking that other girls were pretty was wrong. How you always were forced to suppress your feelings: until you met her: Mrs. Bradley. She was a young teacher then, only 27 when you were 18, who helped you accept and love yourself. As she helped you you fell madly in love with her and after graduating high school, you both ran off together. Now 10 years later you are both happy, have stable jobs, and are thinking about adopting.
From your girlfriend’s perspective it appears as though you are entrances by your own appearance for a few seconds. “Hello sweetheart you in there?” She asks placing a hand on your shoulders.
“Hello honey how was work. I can see you’ve still got the energy to go for a run.” You say as you turn around and give her a hug.
Confused, your girlfriend/Mrs. Bradley asks, “What are you doing babe getting into your role?”
“What’s the matter I just asked how your day went. If you’re feeling up for it maybe we could try out some new moves in bed tonight. I know your curious about some of the things I’ve been telling you about.” You say as you flop onto the bed in a sexy pose.
“Oh no.” Your girlfriend thinks, “His mind must’ve transformed to fit the body. He must not know who he really is. I need to do something, but should I? I could have some fun with this new wife of mine for a little while at least.”