Look at you!” Shayla squealed as they waded across the pool together. “You didn’t blush once when the bartender flirted with you! Three days ago, my little sis would have stuttered all through her drink order, but now you are thriving, girl!”
“It’s not, like, hard,” Bianca rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at Shayla’s extra behavior. “I'm not some helpless little girl.”
“After you suited up in the hotel room, you were scared of your own shadow.” Shayla raised an eyebrow, and Bianca gave her the most criminally potent side eye imaginable. She glanced back over to the poolside bar, the bartender catching her eye and giving her a friendly wave. Her own smile widened, but then she felt warmth underneath her cheeks. She didn’t want to look too interested, but then again she was on vacation.
A giggle bubbled up before Bicana could even stop herself, a giggle so soft and bright that it actually startled her. The hesitation and timid nature from three days ago had all but vanished as new instincts and tendencies flattened the curve of navigating an unfamiliar shape.
The truth was that she had stopped thinking about the suit at all, yet she still remembered the first time her male self put it on. The satin-like lining felt impossibly inviting as Bennett slid his leg inside. It filled and flowed around him as he pulled it up, surrounding his body and warming to his temperature. Inch by inch, it wrapped around him completely, just before it sealed itself.
First came the adjustments. His waist cinched inward while his hips pushed outward into a delectable swell. The strange, dizzying weight on the chest felt so real and natural as they inflated to the proper size. Bennet’s groans rose higher and higher to a melodic register. It was exhilarating, but it felt like he was wearing someone else. Then the adaptive systems kicked in.
It gave tiny corrections at first, sending minuscule pulses of warmth to his mind to relax him, shifting posture to bring the knees together and sit with his back straight. Thoughts of panic and anxiety gave way to a growing sense of familiarity cultivated by the suit's protocols. Instead of overwriting Bennet, it injected Bicana between the spaces to make her feel and appear feminine and natural.
That had all been within the first day of their vacation. As effective as the adaptive system was, it couldn’t take over. Bianca still had to process the truth of BEING the woman everyone saw her as. But by the second day, she subconsciously leaned into the instincts and compulsions gifted to her.
Bianca's new curves bounced and swayed with a decidedly feminine rhythm that emphasized her hips and constantly reminded her how much her body occupied space differently now. Even the water seemed to move around her in unfamiliar ways. Even now, the tug of her swimsuit almost demanded her body display itself in the most enticing way possible.
She also found herself brushing her hair back gently with delicate fingers, and at first the constant curtain of dark hair had been distracting. Now she found herself gathering it over one shoulder while she ate, twisting absent-minded strands around her finger while she thought, and smiling at the sensation of it brushing against bare skin after a swim.
The makeup Shayla had applied on the first day was suddenly knowledge Bianca had access to. She could blend a lip color combo with such ease that it almost shocked her. What should have surprised her most was that she wasn't reapplying gloss because she needed to anymore. Bianca was doing it because she enjoyed it. There was something strangely satisfying about catching her reflection, noticing the shine had faded, and pulling out a tube from her purse just to make herself feel pretty again.
“Do you regret coming on this trip?” Shayla asked. “You look so happy this whole time. I honestly forgot who was inside.”
“I’m still me!” Bianca protested, though she wasn't nearly as certain of that claim as she wanted to be. “I’m just trying to jump in with both feet. It’s hard to have a bad time when you’re in paradise.”
“This is the girl’s trip I imagined!” Shayla sighed, sipping on her own drink. “I was mad the other girls couldn’t come, but you really have been a good sport about this. It makes me wish you really WERE my sister all these years.”
That statement should have annoyed Bicana, but the thought didn’t seem nearly as offensive as it should have. She truly was trying to have a good time and make the most of it. Shayla was fitting the bill for both the trip AND the bodysuit. Bennett would never have been able to afford an all-inclusive resort or first-class elite tickets. Bicana herself came with a pretty hefty price tag, but Bennett had never been able to say no to his sister.
“Maybe that wouldn’t have been so bad,” Bianca mused as she glanced around the pool area. Her level of comfort with that admission unnerved her, but it was surprisingly easy to imagine life as a woman. No doubt she felt closer to Shayla than she did before the trip. Having to rely on her sister the past few days had deepened the bond between siblings. Just last night, they had stayed up to watch the sunrise from the balcony of their room, both women still buzzing from sharing a few bottles of wine.
Shayla had shared secrets with Bicana that she would have never told Bennett, including the fact that she had lost her virginity to Bennett’s best friend from high school. The male version of Bicana would have been upset at this news, but she instead hung on every graphic detail about the beginnings of her sister’s sex life. For the first time in her life, Bianca felt like she was sharing those conversations from the inside instead of listening from the outside. At some point during the exchange, Bianca stopped filtering through Bennett’s perspective and simply saw it through the eyes of a woman.
And then there were the guys.
Bianca hadn’t meant to flirt with them, but the suit understood how a woman like her would move in the world. It was surprisingly enjoyable to lean into those new instincts and preferences. Playful, lingering glances combined with playful smiles invited attention, and she would subconsciously arch her back when she caught men gawking at her breasts in her swimsuit. They always reacted instantly to her, stepping aside to let her through doors and complimenting her looks. She returned their attention with a warmth that was as sweet as honey. Every time she leaned into one of its suggestions, Bianca discovered she genuinely wanted to.
She would have to have been blind not to see how stunning she was, so it wasn’t a surprise that men stared and went out of their way for her. But the instinctive sweetness combined with her beauty created a devastating combo that was fast making her the resort darling. Earlier that afternoon, a handsome tourist had pulled a chair out for her at lunch. The gesture was small and probably meaningless, yet Bianca had thought about it for nearly an hour afterward.
Shayla had joked that she was a unicorn; one of those impossibly gorgeous girls who looked like she should be intimidating but shocked people with a genuine kindness that made people obsessed with them. Now, sitting there reflecting over her experiences, she was starting to understand what Shayla was talking about.
Bicana caught her reflection in the surface of the pool: long, dark, damp tresses matted against bronzed skin, plush lips still shining from recently applied lip gloss. Lashes framed eyes Bianca sculpted herself without a tutorial or Shayla’s assistance. Pliant curves all framed by a tantalizing blue bikini that enhanced as well as displayed Bianca’s shape. She was the kind of woman Bennett would have given his left arm to get to know. But she was now that woman.
Bianca was so lost in thought that it took a gentle nudge from Shayla to break her moment of reflection.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She leaned closer, whispering. “You're thinking, 'How did I manage to become such a baddie?'”
“I feel like I shouldn’t like this so much,” Bianca admitted. “I should hate this or at least put up a fight. But all of it - all of this,” she gestured to her body, emphasizing her curves with her hands. “Feels so right.”
“I’ve never seen you this happy, this vibrant, this alive,” Shayla shared. “I just wanted to share a few girlie moments and hoped you would come out of this with a better appreciation for women, but it’s awakened something inside you. . . maybe it was always there.”
Shayla couldn’t deny it; she WAS happier. She loved being pretty. She loved being feminine. She even loved being desired. Putting the suit on stripped away layers of uncertainty and awkwardness that Bianca didn’t even know she carried. Every moment she spent in this body blurred the edges around the reality of her old self. But femininity was sharp and dazzling. This was a new energy that not only awakened self-assurance but new desires with her heart. A heart that felt more at home in Bianca than it ever had in Bennett.
“You know, I didn’t really think I would tell you this because I never expected you to take to being a girl so well,” Shayla told her. “But all I would have to do is log into the suit’s service portal and make it permanent.” Bianca turned to face her sister, eyes full of surprise. “Just a few clicks and you could be my sister forever.”
And there it was. Permanence. The possibility should have frightened her. Instead, Bianca found herself imagining life after the resort. What would her new ID look like? What would she wear to work? Would she keep her apartment? Would she need a new wardrobe? What would her coworkers say? Would she date someone new and exciting, or could she perhaps find some of Bennett’s friends attractive?
“Forever?” Her lips remained parted, the question spilling from them with hope.
“Permanently, my little sis. But don’t decide right now. Personally, I would love having a sister, and I want Bianca to stay.”
Bianca’s gaze shifted back to her reflection in the water. Even distorted by the gentle sway of the water, it was clearer than the image of her old self in her head. The image of Bennett felt more like a distant memory than a lived reality.
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