Full of Myself

I have no problem admitting I’m a bit full of myself. After all, I’m pretty much perfect in every way. I’m six foot three, I have and I have a strong toned build. I also happen to be the captain and star quarterback at my college.

So hot and athletic, so I must be some dumb jock right? Nope, I actually have the third-best grades in my grade. If I didn’t spend all my time playing football, I’d easily beat out those two nerds above me.

So as you can imagine I’m pretty much the most desired man in all the lands. So there's never a day I don’t have girls fighting over me, and you know what I love it. I have so many options for partners that I can switch every week.

Which is great, because I tend to get bored of these bitches not long after a week. Once that happens I begin my sad routine, telling them it's me, not them blah blah blah. Then I break up with the chick and move on to the next good-looking one.

Sure they’re made for a while, but most of them would come running back if I merely looked at them. I was once again doing this with a girl I had been dating named Jenna. She got really mad and slapped me hard in the face.

She sprouted something saying she was going to make sure I knew what it felt like to be treated this way. I was mad that she slapped me so I just called her a bitch as she ran off, then I shrugged it off and went to football practice.

I got into my shorts and began to flex and check myself out in the mirror. Suddenly the lights around me started flickering like crazy, and all the lockers in the room began to open and slam over and over.

I began to look around, slightly freaked out. I was about to leave the room when I saw Jenna holding some sort of large book. Her eyes were glowing and she was reading something from the book out loud.

When she finished a light shot out from her and hit me. Instantly my body began to heat up and I fell to the ground in pain. As I sat on my hands and knees on the ground it felt like my body was changing.

At first, it felt like I was shrinking, I managed to open my eyes and looked towards my legs. I was shrinking, in fact, it looked like I lost over a foot of my height. I lost all the muscles in my arms and my legs seemed to be getting bigger, but they also lost their toned look.

I felt my dick begin to shrink as well. It felt like it sucked inside me and sorta inverted. Then to my horror, my chest began to grow fat lumps on them. My nipples seem to also move to the center of these lumps and become a bit longer.

The pain went away after the lumps finished growing. The lockers stopped banging and the lights stopped flashing. I managed to get up and yell at Jenna, I asked her what the hell she had done to me.

She then walked me over to the mirror I had been checking myself out in. Instead of my peak male body, I saw a reflection of a petite girl with huge breasts on display. I touched my face and then groped my new boobs.

Then I checked the situation in my pants. I then turned to Jenna and demanded she turn me back to normal this instant. She refused, saying that she was going to leave me like this until I learned how to respect and treat women well.

She then ran out of the room, stealing my shirt on her way out. I couldn’t leave without a top on, so I ran back to the mirror to grab a towel to wrap myself in when I once again caught my reflection in the mirror. I was smoking hot, much hotter than any of the girls I had dated before.

I suddenly found myself in my old habit of flexing and posing in the mirror, this time with a much sexier view. Of course, I forgot I was still in the men's locker room. The room began to fill with my football teammates, and It didn’t exactly click at first that I didn’t belong there.

I also still had no shirt, or bra on, so the team got a good show before one of them decided to ask me why I was there. I quickly covered myself up and said something about someone stealing my shirt.

They began laughing, but one of them walked up to me and handed me a shirt. I put it on and we began talking. He mentioned I looked familiar to him, then he had some sort of light bulb moment. Apparently, Jenna’s spell rewrote my history as well as my body.

Instead of a football star, I was now the cheerleader squad captain and the best female lead in our school's theater class. So Jenna’s attempt at trying to teach me a lesson didn’t really work. I was basically the same super popular sexy person.

The only difference was I was now a small woman and not a big strong man. Jokes on her though, I was full of myself for being smart and talented, not because I was a man. So I didn’t really have any reason to change, I even accepted the change after a couple of months, cheering and they are funner and safer than football.

I also get a lot more attention in this body. In my old male body, I only had girls checking me out, but now I have both males and females checking me out and getting jealous. You could definitely say I’m an attention whore.

All of that happened over a year ago now. I’ve since graduated and started a career in acting and modeling, and it’s going quite well. I’ve also come out as bisexual, and I’m in my first poly relationship.

I’m dating the man who took over my former team as captain after my change. He’s now playing pro football, and is quite the star, although nowhere near my level. The other person I’m in a relationship with is Jenna.

We had gotten back together not long after she changed me. It was actually about a month afterward since I didn’t learn the lesson she wanted, she had come to offer to change me back. It surprised her when I declined, I was much happier with this life.

After that, we began dating and she opened me up to the world of the LGBTQIA+. That’s when I started exploring and experimenting. That's how I learned I was bisexual. Eventually, we decided to open our relationship, and we became a poly couple.

I started dating a man, and she got another woman, and life was amazing. Jenna doesn’t know it, but I kinda did learn some lessons from the change. After all, becoming a woman did show me I treated them awfully, of course, I still kinda do it, but I make sure it’s always in playful ways, and not ones that leave people hurt.

I’m still very full of myself though, and I sure don’t let anyone forget about it. I mean, would you if you were as sexy and smart as I am? No probably not, now shall we get down to having some fun handsome?