Louisa stepped out of her house, radiating elegance and grace in her carefully chosen outfit for church. She wore a tailored, knee-length dress in a soft lavender hue, the fabric gently hugging her figure while flaring slightly at the waist, giving it a timeless, A-line silhouette. The dress was adorned with delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves, adding a touch of femininity to the ensemble. Over her shoulders, she draped a light, cream-colored cardigan, its fine-knit texture perfect for the early morning chill. Her shoes were classic, nude pumps that added just the right amount of height without compromising comfort, their patent leather finish catching the sunlight with each step. A small, pearl necklace rested against her collarbone, complementing the pearl stud earrings she wore. Her hair was neatly styled into soft waves that framed her face, and she carried a structured, leather handbag in a matching cream shade, which held her Bible and a few essentials. The final touch was a delicate floral scarf tied around the handle of her bag, a subtle nod to her personal style and love for small, thoughtful details. As she walked, her entire ensemble exuded a sense of reverence and quiet sophistication, perfectly suited for the solemnity of the day.

Today was different than the hundreds or thousands of times she had entered the church before, mostly when she was a young girl. Today she had the body of a man, which included broad shoulders, a broad but flat chest, and a penis in her panties.