Meridith sat across from Jennifer in the dimly lit living room, a sly smile playing on her lips as she watched the other woman blink slowly, emerging from the trance. It had been so easy-Jennifer had come over for what she thought was a casual chat, oblivious to the simmering jealousy Meridith harbored over her flirtations with Meridith's husband. A few carefully chosen words, a swinging pendant, and now the hypnosis had taken root. Jennifer believed, deep in her core, that she was and had always been a macho man-strong, rugged, the kind who commanded respect and chased after pretty women. But her body, her memories of flirting only with those women, and the world around her would tell a different story.

Jennifer shifted in the plush easy chair, her auburn wavy hair with bangs falling slightly over her forehead as she glanced down at herself. Her eyes widened in horror. There, beneath the skin-tight nylon pale mint ruched v-neck wrap surplice jumpsuit that hugged her every curve, was a body that screamed femininity. Full, heaving breasts strained against the fabric, a 44D bust that rose and fell with her quickening breath. Her waist narrowed to 38 inches, cinched by the belt around her middle, before flaring out to 56-inch hips that made the outfit cling like a second skin. This wasn't right. She was a man-a macho, burly guy who lifted weights and wore jeans and flannel. But this... this was all wrong.

"What the hell?" Jennifer muttered, her voice trembling despite her attempt to deepen it, to make it sound gruff and masculine. She poked at her chest, feeling the soft give of her breasts, and a wave of revulsion mixed with an unwelcome spark of attraction washed over her. No, she couldn't think like that. Men didn't get turned on by their own bodies. She ignored the flush creeping up her neck and looked up at Meridith, who was sipping tea innocently.

Meridith tilted her head, feigning concern. "Jennifer? What's wrong? You look upset."

"This body!" Jennifer gestured wildly at herself, her hands hovering over her curves as if afraid to touch them. "I'm a man! A macho man! I've always been one. But look at this-breasts, hips, this tiny waist. It's like some nightmare. I should have a flat chest, broad shoulders, muscles everywhere!"

Meridith blinked, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "What are you talking about, Jennifer? You've always been a woman. A beautiful, plus-size middle-aged woman, just like now. We've known each other for years-don't you remember?"