As a man I never had any issues picking up women. Even
being average looking I could always come home from the club with a new
conquest. Nothing that difficult really, one or two drink offered, a couple of
clichéd pick up lines and the trick was done. I guess my way of life really
impacted me in the way I treat women and on the opinion I have of most of them.
To me they are just… disposable, like a prop, and eventually I’ve been
confronted about it.
It was Sarah, one friend of mine and one of the few
women I actually respected, who one day threw a temper tantrum at me, saying
that I was an asshole in and that I should have experienced how difficult it
was to be a female and how degrading it was to be treated like nothing more
than a piece of meat. I shrugged it off, women can get so emotional for minor
things after all. Never would I have thought that she would have gone through
with it.
When I saw the bodysuit she had bought for me I was
speechless. It looked so creepy with its soulless eyes staring back at me from
the box. And I should have worn it that thing? No way! But she convinced me in
the end. We made a deal: I had to go clubbing wearing it and pretending to be a
woman in order to experience how it felt like. If I accepted, she would have
gone out on a date with me while wearing it and she would have had sex with me.
She knew perfectly well how to persuade me. After all I had been after her for
countless years, and the fact that she was one of the few women I was actually
interested in dating and that she would constantly turn me down always drove me
crazy. Plus despite how creepy that suit looked without any person filling it,
it actually would have made an incredibly hot woman. Those humongous tits in
particular were particularly tempting. I was amused at the idea of transforming
my best friend into a busty eye candy. In the end I accepted the terms and wore
it.
I have to admit that getting ready for my night out
was quite difficult. While I was able to slip into the suit with no problems
and despite how natural it felt, I soon learned to my expense that women have
to go through a very long process before they can be ready to go out. Doing my
hair and make-up was a pain in the ass, as well as walking around in the high
heels Sarah prepared for me. And those huge tits turned out to be really heavy
and really uncomfortable to carry around, constantly getting in the way and
jiggling uncontrollably with every step I took. They looked and felt nice
though, and after a little bit of practicing I was soon able to get around on
my new shoes with little to no problem. Besides, I didn’t really need to go
around in those, I would have just sat at the bar and waited for men to flock
at me. I knew how that worked, and I would have had one hell of an evening in
the end.
Just as I planned it didn’t took long for me to start
getting approached by men. In no time I managed to get three drinks offered,
and I was basking in all that attention. All of this was pretty new to me given
my new perspective, and even the poorest pick-up line would flatter me, and it
felt so good to have all those eyes on me. I actually planned to play hard to
get a lot more than what I actually ended up doing. Maybe it was the drinks
that now were a lot more effective in getting me drunk due to my new body, or
maybe Sarah fucked around with the personality settings of the suit more than I
thought. What stands it that by the end of the night I was in the back seat of
some guy’s car ready for some sexy time. The deal never required for me to
actually get all the way through with my experience as a woman, and I was
pretty scared of what was about to happen. But I just shrugged all my doubts
off and decided that since I was there I might as well truly understand how it
felt like for women. Needless to say, it was the most incredible experience of
my life.
That should have been it. I had won the bet and now I
was owed the date I always wanted. But for some reason I still have not
collected my winning. I keep going with my mind to that evening. What was I
thinking? I had sex with the first rando who offered me a drink and told me
some nice words. I behaved like a slut! That couldn’t possibly have been me!
Why am I even still thinking about it? That was it, I did what I had to do, and
the woman I impersonated will never be heard of again, right? Sure, I still
have the suit, but that is only for Sarah to use now. And I will never see that
guy again. That was the plan. This is driving me crazy. Why was I so stupid to
give him my real number? But most importantly, why isn’t he still calling me? I
feel so… used.
