Like many people, Henry rarely remembered what he ordered online until it arrived. Even so, a burgundy velvet box embossed with gold lettering was enough to make him pause. Certain it had been delivered by mistake, he checked the label and found his own name. Inside rested an ornate postcard:
Hello, Henry!
Babecrate is relaunching its service, and you've been selected for a complimentary platinum subscription. Your first package is Sugar & Spice. We hope you enjoy getting a good taste of both!
—The Babecrate Crew
Beneath layers of silk and tulle sat a white polka-dot dress, a matching purse, jewelry, a ladies' watch, and a pair of thigh-high leather boots. Henry had never worn women's clothing and had never wanted to. Yet something about the outfit, the boots in particular, held his attention.
A spark ran through him as he slid the panties into place. Warmth spread up his legs, smoothing his skin and erasing every trace of body hair. His waist narrowed, hips widened, and a pleasant pressure coaxed his chest into a delicate swell of generous cleavage. Dizzy from new sensations, he reached for the dress.
The moment he pulled it on, the heat intensified to a delicious simmer. His chest swelled against the neckline while firm muscle softened into lush femininity. His hips broadened further, his rear filled out the skirt, and the strange sensation between his legs culminated in a sudden rush before fading into a lingering glow.
Henry was gone.
She stood quietly, catching her breath before pulling on the first boot. Soft leather hugged her calf, and with every inch she zipped upward, chocolate tresses spilled across her shoulders. The boots felt daring, almost wicked, in contrast to the dress's sweet charm. By the time she pulled on the second boot, naughty whispers of indulgence filled her mind, and new thoughts and instincts settled comfortably into place.
At last, Nadine knew who she was.
She smiled at her reflection and opened the included makeup kit. She had a month to enjoy her new life before the next package arrived. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t imagine waiting that long to make this permanent.
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