Not The Usual Date

Gabriel leaned by the window as he eagerly waited for his date to finally arrive, wearing a stunning white skirt and buttoned shirt, both of which laid bare his thighs and midriff, in order to give a good impression. Truth be told, this wasn't his first rode with a man at a restaurant, but he still felt nervous about how things could go tonight. And yet, he was more than certain that he could never feel as nervous as he felt just half a year ago.

Six months ago, Gabriel had been on a doctor's appointment because of a weird rash when he received the bad news that he had the Second Puberty gene and that the rash was the very first symptom of the transformation he was going to experience. Unsurprisingly, he didn't take it very well that in just a couple of months, he was going to transform into a full woman in every sense of the word, but what could he do about it? There was no cure for Second Puberty available anywhere in the world, so the only thing he could really do was to buckle up and just get through it.

In no time, his rash gave way to more substantial changes in his body. Some of them were nothing too dramatic, such as the ever-increasing pitch of his voice, the gradual smoothening of his skin, or the lengthening of his hair bangs which soon enough passed beyond his shoulders. But other changes were far more overwhelming to bear. As the weeks passed, he was powerless to do anything about his hips growing wider apart, his chest slowly swelling a pair of perky breasts, or his manhood dwindling into non-existence.

And yet, even as he faced the daunting experience of seeing and feeling his body changing into that of a woman, he started to notice how everyone around him suddenly began to take an unexpected interest on him. On the one hand, women began to give him complements about how great he looked or what a nice taste of fashion he had thanks to the many dresses he had just started to wear. On the other hand, men started to look at him in a more romantic light, up to the point that some of them would try their chances at asking him out on a date.

At first, Gabriel was taken aback by just how blunt and crude many of his male pretenders could be with their snarky compliments, but once he realized that they would more often than not take him on free dinner dates or buy him things as gifts, his mind quickly wrapped around the idea of dating men for his own gain. It was strange to explain, but in some way, he felt like being a woman gave him some kind of arcane power over men, only needing to put on some nice clothes and act a bit flirty in order to get them to do whatever he wanted. So why waste an opportunity like this?

It had been some time already since his transformation had finished, and today's plan was not that different to what he had already grown more than accustomed with: Tonight's date was a guy he had met just a few weeks ago when he and his new Second Puberty friends had gone for a girl's night at one of the local bars. But unlike all of the previous dates he had had with other guys, this time he was looking forward to more than just a free dinner and a few compliments. Sure, he was still going to enjoy and expect these, but unlike previous dates, he was actually hoping for things to go further than just a dinner date. The guy had given him a good impression, and well, he was quite good-looking if you asked him, so if his date asked him to spend more time together after they finished their dinner, then Gabriel was pretty much certain that he was going to say yes.