You drive back to work and notice on the car clock radio that it's 12:30. You still have
around a half hour to go before you need to be back at your desk. You're bursting for the
rest-room and you muse that when you were younger, hell even five years ago in your
thirties you didn't need to go to the rest-room so often. That's the first thing you'll do
when you get back to the office building you think. In another couple minutes you pull into
the parking lot in front of the building, which is located near a baseball diamond. You
cross the street and enter the building. Avril the receptionist is there. She's really cool and
you like her a lot. She's not really all that attractive but she's a cool girl and you like her
tats. You sometimes wish that the girls had tats when you were younger because you think
tats look really hot on a girl. One of your fantasies is to sometimes imagine what kind of
girl you would have been instead of the boy you were when you were younger. Your
fantasy has been partly fulfilled by playing a video game called second life where your
avatar is as close as you can get to a younger female version of yourself. It's a lot of fun
and you have shared some of your adventures with avril, who knows that you have a sex-
change alter ego in virtual reality and thinks it's really cool. She knows you are a hardcore
guy but at the same time can joke with you as if you are one of the girls. You just wish it
was possible that you could for a small time live your fantasy in real life and hang with
avril as one of the girls. Sadly that couldn't happen and even if it could there would be the
complication of your wife and children. You say hi to avril as you walk briskly past and she
smiles and waves at you. You go into the rest-room and realize that you need to do some
sit-down as well as stand-up and you enter a stall. As you wipe the john to sit down and
put your jacket on the hook on the stall door you notice the flashlight protruding and
remember you picked it up. You finish your business and pull the flashlight out to examine
it. You notice that it has two settings, one is a pink to blue slider and the other is like a
volume control but for brightness, low brightness to high. It's set all the way to pink and all
the way to bright. You turn it on, staring at it and it transforms your face into what your
face would look like as a 19 year old ultra feminine female version of yourself, leaving your
middle aged guy's haircut untouched. You don't notice anything has changed and if you
were to imagine yourself, you would still have your middle aged guy's face with some small
amount of wrinkles starting to appear. You flip it round and shine it on your hand without
thinking and it instantly transforms your hand into a slender, ultra feminine version of your
own hand, totally changing the feel and texture of the skin and the nails elongate to
perfectly manicured girl's nails. This time you notice a change and a look of surprise
crosses your face and you stop dead and examine your hand. Not sure of what has
happened, you shine it on your other hand with exactly the same effect. This gives you
pause for thought and you switch it off and put the flashlight back in your pocket, trying to
collect your thoughts to figure out what to do. You pull on your jeans, flush the john and
go wash your face. In the mirror you notice something else has happened. You have a girl's
face. The most gorgeous late teen girls face you can imagine, somewhat reminiscent of
your mother in her wedding photos or else a hot version of your sister. With almost an
electric shock you realize that the face you have now is the face you would have had if you
were a 19 year old girl. This can't be happening you think, you must be dreaming, so you
go outside to the reception to talk to Avril. She says, "heh Dave, what's going on?"
You look at her quizzically and ask, "Don't you notice anything wierd?". Avril looks at you
and says, "Nope. Just as always, your uber-hot good looks that make you look almost
twenty years younger and your soft features almost makes you look like a girl." She smiles
widely at this, raises her eyebrows and says, "...girlfriend" and then bursts out laughing,
since she's well aware of your alter ego in Second Life.
You stand there in silence trying to figure out what's going on. You pull out the flashlight,
switch it on and say, "look at this". She does so, the pink beam flashing over her face. She
instantly becomes so gorgeous and so feminine your heart skips a beat. "Holy cow" you
think to yourself, "I think this device makes people more feminine".
The now uber-gorgeous Avril looks at you quizzically and says, "what?" and flicks her hair
in a most untypically Avril like way. She's still got the tats though. Amazing you think and
say, "nothing" and head back to the washroom and sit back down in the stall to think.