I was highly motivated now. I knew, or hoped at the very least, that I had the means to satisfy my dreams and desires. Time for playing around was over. I rushed home as quickly as I could.
A little while later, I rushed up the front steps of my house. I stormed into the front door and looked around. “Mom?” I called out. No one answered, as expected. She was still at work. This was perfect, I thought. There was no chance of being interrupted by anything. I ran up to my room, and closed the door behind me absent-mindedly. There was no need to have closed the door.
I jumped onto my bed. For a minute, I stared at the ring. It looked kind of dumb on my finger, to be honest. Not many guys wear rings I suppose. It would look much more normal if I was a woman. Looking down at the small object, I quietly prayed that it would make me a woman.
The time was now. I stripped out of my clothes, in order to see the changes take place. Standing naked in front of the full size mirror in my room, I looked over my unwanted male body. It was ugly and hairy; a blob of mass that could attract no one. “It’s time to make my dreams come true,” I said. I ran my fingers over the ring, as if in some attempt to coax it into doing what I wanted. I exhaled deeply, placed my arms at my side, clenched my fists tightly, and said, “I wish I would transform into the woman I want to be.”