The Cupcake

"Mom, please stop fussing, I'm going with Brooke and Marco!" I moan at her as I fumble my phone.

Trying to make my way up the stairs to my apartment, with my shopping and holding the phone to my ear, was proving a challenge.

"I know you feel safe with them, but we always worry about you going to these parties," Mom replies with worry, as I finally reach my floor.

"I've been out as trans for ages Mom," I reassure her. "With my shapewear on, most people don't even know."

That was pretty much true. My breast and hip forms looked almost real. They had been worth the money, that’s for sure. Recently, I was even starting to get compliments.

"Charlotte, we worry that's all." Mom continues stressing, with a worried tone.

"Mom," I frustratedly reply. "I go by Cynthia now!"

"Sorry baby,"

As she apologizes, I turn the corner and look down the hallway. A guy in a delivery uniform stands waiting outside my door. 

He looks pretty disheveled, with his messy unkempt hair and beard. He was also smoking, which I thought was pretty odd. I knew he had something for me as he held a plain white box in one hand.

"I've gotta go, Mom," I tell her as I hang up the phone.

Awkwardly sliding the phone into my purse, as I juggle my bags between my hands, I approach my apartment door and the strange delivery man. He watches me approach, but his expression remains blank and lifeless.

"Hi…., can I help you?" I ask in the most feminine voice I could muster.

Putting out his cigarette with his fingers, he looks up at me. His eyes are wide and his pupils dilated. The guy was clearly spaced out and high on something.

"Err…. hello," he mutters as he scratches his messy hair with his free hand. "You the chick that lives here?"

"I live here, yeah…..," I awkwardly answer as he blatantly blocks my route to my apartment door.

"You Cynthia?" He asks as he sniffs loudly.

"Yes......," I confirm as I look down at the box he holds.

It looked like a cake box and had my name written on it in big bold black handwriting. No obvious branding on the box either. I couldn’t help but feel it was a little suspicious.

After a few moments of trading glances and gormlessly standing in front of me, he moves aside and lets me get to my door. I reach for my keys and swing open the door to my apartment. Letting out a sigh of relief, as I drop heavy bags on the floor. I anxiously turn back to face him from within my doorway.

"Are you….. ok?" I ask as I tilt my head to onside.

He just stares at me blankly. like the lights are on, but no one's home. It takes a silly amount of time for him to even acknowledge my question.

"Err...here," he mumbles as he thrusts the box at me.

Cautiously taking it from his hand I give him a wry smile.

"Thanks," I comment as I slowly start closing the door on him.

His oddly vacant expression doesn't change as I basically close the door in his face.

That was one of the strangest interactions with another human, that I'd ever had. That's saying something from an outwardly trans woman too! I suppose having people ask if my dick still works is worse, but still.

Forgetting my shopping, I take the box into the kitchen and set it on the counter. I hadn't ordered anything, so this box was completely unexpected. Curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't wait to see what the strange man had brought me. 

The box was super light, so it clearly wasn't a big cake. Unsurprisingly, as I folded open the lid, a single pink cupcake sat in the center. It was quite a disappointment. A real anticlimax. I mean, who sends a single cupcake?

That’s when I see the small note, that was nestled underneath. 

"Don't worry. This cake won't ruin your diet," I read out the note.

I'd been restricting my food intake recently, to try and drop some of my male muscle. I'd brought a black dress as my motivation. It was like a ball gown type number, with sexy slits up the side. A real show stopper! Once I was skinny enough and looked more like a real woman, the dress would fit me perfectly. Well, that's the idea and what I told Brooke, about my dieting. I guess this cake must be from her.

Deciding I should thank her, I reach for my phone and give her a call. The phone keeps ringing and ringing. Getting a little impatient, I pull out my hairband and let my hair drop down and around my shoulders. 

It had taken me years to grow my hair out and it was just starting to look just how I'd always wanted. My only wish was that I'd inherited my father's blonde hair and not my mother's brunette. I love fiddling with my hair, it’s my new favorite habit. Being able to actually play with my own long hair, made me feel so feminine. Waiting for her to answer, gave me a chance to enjoy a good fiddle.

"Hey, girl! I hear suddenly screeched down the phone as Brookes scares the crap out of me. I accidentally pull the hair I was playing with, as I jump a little.

"Ouch! Jesus Brooke!" I huff. "Almost gave me a heart attack! Why'd it take you so long to answer?"

"Oh sorry," she says sincerely. "I'm still getting ready for the party."

Running my fingers through my hair, hoping I hadn't pulled out a clump, I ask. "Are you wearing that sexy blue dress?" 

"Yeah, babe!" She answers with confidence.

"Brooke," I reply with a curious tone, changing the subject. "Did you order me a cake?

"No," she replies bemused. "Why would I order you a cake?"

"This err.... cake has," 

Brooke doesn't give me the chance to finish my sentence

"Sweety, I've really gotta go!" She says with haste. "Marco's already here and I've still gotta shave my legs!"

"Right," I say trying to get a word in edgeways.

"Girl, you better wear heels tonight! I don't want excuses!" She continues blabbing on. "See you there ok sweetness. Lov ya..bye!"

“Charming,” I scoff as she promptly hangs up the phone and the line goes silent.

Looking at the time, as I place my phone on the counter, I let out a little whimper. I’ve only got an hour to get ready!

Marco and Brooke are expecting me to meet them there! I don’t want to be late, as they would be drunk by the time I get there! That will mean Brooke will drunkenly try and match me up with all the straight boys. So embarrassing!

“Well, no dinner for me tonight,” I sigh.

I hold myself up with my arms, as I lean on the kitchen counter, trying to build up the courage to start getting ready. That’s when I start my staring contest with that single cupcake. I hadn’t eaten a cake in forever!

I wasn’t going to have time to eat, and If I didn’t eat, I’d get drunk and probably flash someone my penis. Not a wise thing to do.

I reach for the cake and savor the sweet smell as I unwrap it

“Mmm cake!” I moan with pleasure. “Oh, I have missed you so!”

I open my mouth as wide as possible and stuff the entire thing in. I may look like a young lady, but I’ve still got some male habits. Eating like a pig was one of them, but I didn’t care. No one was around to see me struggling to breathe, as I munched away on it with my mouth completely stuffed full.

As I chewed away, I pull off my work polo and step out of my slacks. I discard them, like the smelly work clothing they are. This leaves me standing in my kitchen in just my matching brown bra and panties.

“Argh,” I muffle out a complaint as my breast forms are making me itchy. “I can’t wait until I get my implants. These silicon ones are so annoying!”

Walking to the bathroom, itching the skin around my chest, I finally finish eating the cupcake. I wipe the crumbs from my face, and I look into the mirror. My brown eyes looked tired and worn. Layers of makeup are going to be needed tonight!

Running my hand across my face, I could feel the stubble on my chin. Such a pain when you're in a hurry. Sometimes, I really hated my cis male body!

Turning the tap and reaching for my razor, I start studying my face. I had to look hard for the worst areas of facial hair. To my absolute surprise, the skin around my eyes and nose looked cracked and shattered, like an eggshell that’s been dropped. It almost looked like my face was made of china. It was freaking me out!

“What the,” I yell out worried. “Gosh! What was in the cake!”

In complete horror, I watch as a small part of my face peals off and falls into the sink. As I reach down to investigate, my heart starts pumping like crazy. What the hell is happening! Why is my face cracking!

My expression becomes worried and wrinkled. This, in turn, causes a whole chunk of my face to fall into the sick. In a panic, I hold my face with my hands. Half expecting blood to come pouring out, I start squirming and squealing. I have no idea what to do!

Like a frightened kid, peering out from under the bed, I gently remove my hands from my face. My imagination had started working overtime. Was I going to open my eyes and see the mechanical insides of a robot? I had no idea what to expect! I’m a real person… I’m sure of it!

“My eyes!” I scream! “My eyes are…..blue!?”

From under the cracks, appeared beautifully fresh, soft pale skin. It surrounded the most brilliant sky blue eyes I’d ever seen.

“My god!” I gasp as I come into contact with this sensitive new skin.

As I stare into my new shiny blue eyes, hair interrupts by falling into my face. I blow it away with my usual puff, but it wasn’t enough to stop my face from getting completely covered. Parting the hair away from my eyes was almost like parting the seas. My hair had becomes so thick and lush.

“Blonde?” I question myself confused, as I hold a clump of hair in my hand. “OMG! My hair turning blonde!”

With both hands, I grab clumps of my hair and hold them above my head. I watched, in real-time as my brunette hair completely changes into this thick, arrow-straight blonde hair. I could have passed out from the confusion. What the hell Is happening to me!?

However, passing out with panic wasn’t an option. My crotch area started to feel like I’d been kicked hard. I keel over with the pain. It felt like someone was trying to pull me inside out. My penis started sucking in, and it felt unreal. Like someone threading a loaf of bread through the eye of a needle. As the pain starting subsiding, I start shaking like a leaf with the surge of adrenaline rushing through my system.

Anxiously, I reach down there. I could feel how swore the whole area was, but I could no longer feel anything else. I felt flat. It felt extremely sensitive and moist.

I don’t get the chance to investigate before my ass started feeling like it was swelling. I could hear my hip forms tearing and ripping as my ass starts busting out of them. I could feel how heavy my ass was becoming!

“Oh my god!” I scream as I bend and twist my body to look down at myself. “I’ve got a massive ass and hips!”

My hip forms then completely tear off and fall to the floor. As I reach to pick them up, my breast forms fall out and hit the floor. Slamming the floor with a thud, they cause me to jump nearly jump in fright.

As I jump back, I feel the usual wobble and bounce on my chest. But how could that be with my breast forms are on the floor!?

Slowly peaking down at my chest, the impossible has happened. Two fleshy perky mounds stick out proudly, completely filling my bra. In fact, my bra looked as if it was struggling to contain them.

Utterly flabbergasted and taken back, I stare into the mirror with a wide-open mouth. The reflection looking back at me was of a young, blue-eyed, and blonde-haired lady. No sign of facial hair or even an adam's apple.

“Have I…..” I talk into the mirror. “Have I turned into the woman of my dreams!?”

Frantically, I pat myself all over, checking all the new nooks and crannies on my new figure. In place of my penis was a sensitive, wet and excited pussy. My bum had become plump and super round. My chest felt heavy and for the first time ever, I could feel the skin on my chest as my nipples rubbed against my straining bra.

“Cynthia!” I scream. The higher-pitched sound surprising me and causing my voice to crack. “It’s a dream come true! You’ve finally become the woman you’ve  always wanted to be!”

I could contain my excitement as I playfully bounced around on the spot. Allowing my boobs to jiggle and my hair to flop all around my face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the black dress I’d be saving! It was the perfect outfit for tonight and now it would totally fit me without making me look fat and like a guy in drag.

 I savor every moment as I pull on my dress. From how the material clings to my new curves, to how my actually real tits burst from the neckline. At no point in my life had I ever come close to loving my body, but now, I couldn’t stop checking myself out. I’m a fucking babe! I’m a real fucking woman!

A little late, I arrive at the party. Excitedly waving my ticket at the doorman, who was clearly more interested in my figure, I knew this was going to be a night to remember! I couldn’t wait for Marco and Brooke to see me. They’d be so excited!

I spy them from across the dance floor, standing just off from the bar. Just as I expected. Knocking down the free booze.

Brooke was indeed wearing her stunning blue dress and Marco look dapper in his tuxedo. Grinning, like an idiot, as I strut my stuff, I approach them with my newfound confidence. My heels clicking with every long stride I took. Confidence was oozing out of me. I knew that for once in my life, I actually was the prettiest girl in the place, and they wouldn’t just be telling me that to make me feel better

I stop just behind them and strike a sultry pose. like a supermodel, my long feminine leg peaks from out of the dress skirt slit. I cough to get their attention.

“Hey, guys!” I say with a smile beaming from ear to ear.

“Cynthia!” Brooke screams. “You made it!”

I throw her a playful smile. “Do you guys notice anything different about me?” I ask with glee.

“Oh, did you die you’re blonde?” Brooke asks with a grin. “It looks so good on you!”

“M-Madre mia,” Marco mutters with an extremely dumbfounded expression. His eyes are wider than wide!

“Brooke,” I lean in and giggle. “Are we drunk enough to approach the single guys yet? I feel tonight is the night I lose my cherry!”