"Huh! Wait a second... is this really, me?" You say in disbelief, only to watch the girl in the mirror mimic your lip movements simultaneously. "Since when did I..." you begin to say in confusion, only to stop mid way.
"Ever since you started looking like that, I was able to easily believe that this is definitely your fantasy. You are the only person I know who has such a huge fetish for bright green eyes on cute girls with inhuman shaped ears." Chuckled your boyfriend.
True to his word, you agree that your new body has the most spectacular set of green eyes. But above them, it is your ears which garner the most attention of all. The pair of horse ears were by far not what you were expecting to see atop your head. But when you think about the rather unusual donut shape of your asshole, it kind of makes a bit more sense.
Yep, 2 horse ears poking out of your head. But they were cute. Definitely a plus to your overall look than a demerit, at least in your eyes. You also had not paid it too much mind until now, but your hair, your once average looking brown hair has become somewhat longer, and at some point became styled into a messy bun. Not to mention changed to a rather white color. You are at a loss for words at how you did not realize any of these kind of changes earlier.
As if reading your mind, your boyfriend tells you that he only noticed the ears a few minutes ago as well, as they were not standing up like this. They only did that when you caved into being a girl, and were likely laying flat for a while prior to that.
Even if that is the case, you still felt ashamed to have not noticed something so obvious. Because now that you were conscious about them, you couldn't stop feeling them. Kind of like how you are not aware of your tongue at all times, until it gets used or pointed out. Looking at the rest of your face, you also can't yet believe how good you look.
Nothing is disproportionate, your skin is perfect and clear of all blemishes and acne. You put a hand on your cheek and can't believe how soft and smooth your skin feels. Not oily or greasy, nor is it covered in makeup either. Your eyes are big, but not too big, your nose is smaller than normal, but it looked good on you. Your mouth was smaller, yet your lips were fuller.
This was a really odd sensation for you. You understand that you right now, are very beautiful, yet you do not feel a shread of attraction or desire outside of what can be considered a normal amount of self interest. What really is making your heart beat faster is the sight of your boyfriend behind you, with his face framed by your ears, and his size being much bigger than you. You were happy that you looked good, more so because then it seemed fair.
Your boyfriend is the most attractive person you can honestly think of at the moment. And you would guess he feels the same way about you, but it is harder to tell for some reason. It is odd since you use to be a guy until today, and yet its like your entire mentality and sense of reasoning has shifted into that of a person who has been a girl their entire life, and not just for the last 30 or so minutes.
You turn around and look at your boyfriend square in the eyes. In the most serious, no joking tone you could manage, you ask him "Do you find me attractive looking like this? And be brutally honest if necessary please."
"What, are you serious? You are genuinely the most attractive person I ever met right now. No joke. And I have never felt even a minor amount of attraction towards another woman before. Yet I get horny just by looking at your back, let alone your face." He says.
You let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I feel a lot better now."
"Uh... why?"
"I was worried that you were not actually attracted to me, and were just going along with things, if only just to humor me." You readily admit. You are so quick to say it in fact, that you start to wonder why you are so eager to answer him both honestly and quickly.
"Nope, I really find you cute as hell and am seriously enjoying fucking your ass. Like almost to a scary amount."
"That's ok. I really love riding on your big cock too. I think our sexual preference may have flipped. I seriously think you are the most attractive person in the world, and I have almost no opinion about myself besides a moderate level of understanding that I am cute. I don't feel the same way though, as I do towards you. I can appreciate myself, but I WANT you. Does that make sense?"
"It 100% makes sense because I feel the same way about you. This is so weird right? I'm meant to be your girlfriend, and yet I currently am really enjoying this setup where you are the girlfriend instead. Man, you have some pretty unusually detailed fantasies that not even you know about." Laughs your boyfriend. Then he suddenly stops, with a look of concern spreading over his face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You ask, while also becoming worried for him.
"Hey, why is this so detailed even? I mean, who has this detailed of a secret fantasy? What if, and this is just a thought, what this is only rooted in your fantasy, and is evolving as we move through it... in other words, is there an actual end to this? Or is this now our reality? Think about it. The longer you are inside of your own fantasy, the more you will end up adding to it as you get new desires. It just keeps building upon itself. So I guess the question now is, are we stuck inside of your fantasy?"