June looked at herself in the mirror. As usual she was repulsed. Floppy breasts, sloppy hips, the hateful female anatomy she had learned to accept only grudgingly over the years. She had always hated being a woman. She had taken that out on the men in her life--pathetic, spineless Mark, arrogant, stupid Dustin, wimpy Ty. None of them deserved manhood.
Wait a second. Did she look--different? Her shoulders seemed a little broader, somehow. And were her breasts shrinking? How could this be?
Her breasts were definitely smaller! And was that hair on her chest! It was. June ran a hand over her face and felt stubble coming in. Its happening! Its actually happening! She felt her butt move from soft and cushiony to hard and muscular. Her hips were narrowing!
But ultimately there was one anatomical change that mattered more than any other. June saw something emerge from the tangle of pubic hair that surrounded her hated vagina. There it was, the ultimate sign and mark of manhood! She cradled her new balls and stroked his new penis, and felt nothing but solid flesh in the area where her female anatomy had been. I've got it! He ran his hands over his flat, hairy chest. It's a miracle.
Mark owes me some blow jobs, the new man thought.