Different or Superior?

 Different or superior?

I didn't think there would be that many differences between dressing as a boy and dressing as a girl. After all - it's only clothes right?

But the body underneath makes all the difference. When I was a man, clothes hung loose, they concealed and hid my body.

These clothes though... they enchance and cling to every contour of my new curvy body. They make me feel so fucking sexy and powerful - I love them.

Of course I know not every woman dresses like this in expensive lingerie, sheer stockings, tight dresses and heels - but my new body is so perfect, why wouldn't I show it off?

When I drank the Elixir - I wasn't sure what it would feel like to have a womans body. I can confidently say it feels great. It feels so strange to be the centre of attention in every room I enter. Even other women stare at me jealousy and I like how that feels as much as the hot hungry stares of men.

I guess my brain got rewired when I transformed because I'm finding male attention more and more of a turn on. I've also noticed how easy it is to get men to do what I want. Even married men seem to flirt with me and are eager to carry my things and serve my needs.

The clothes and makeup definitely help with that. They enhance and amplify my new femininity allowing me to take full advantage of my firm rounded tits, thin waist and curvy ass. I have become a Princess and it feels good.

Now I lie in bed at night in my tight clingy lingerie imagining male hands all over my horny responsive body as I play with myself and cum multiple times. Mmmmh it feels great.

So to sum up, I began my experiment to see if being a woman was just different to being a man but the longer I stay this way and the more Elixir I drink, the more obvious the truth becomes.

Women aren't just different... they are superior and I'm so glad to be one now.


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