I think I will stick with this one.

This body, this gender, this age, this life was not his first choice.

He wants to be a young, handsome man.

He wanted to have a massive dick.

But this was all that was available at the time of his death.

 

His insurance provider had his mind transferred into this body.

It would hardly hit what complicated, and it was annoying being a young woman at that first.

Clothing, shoes, and makeup were just complicated and on necessity.

Then there was the hormone administration, and the constant wetness between his legs every time he saw a handsome man was annoying.

He was frightened of what he now had between his legs and the power he had over his mind.

For the first couple of weeks, as a woman, he refused to even touch it more than was necessary.

But the longer he was a woman, the more control it had over him.

It wanted to be played with, and it made it known constantly.

He found himself constantly distracted, especially when there were men in the room.

Just the smell of their aftershave made him horny.

He knew the time had come, the time he would have to play with himself.

He fingered his pussy the first time five weeks after becoming and it opened his eyes to a holy world of pleasure and happiness.

Now he views his new body, his new gender, and his new age in a completely different light.

He no longer fears his sexuality and men. 

He now accepts all aspects of womanhood.

There is not a day that goes by where a woman does not dress pretty, wear makeup, and flirt with every handsome man going.

Since becoming a woman, he has had more sex, more sexual partners and more sexual fun than he had ever had in his  62 years as a man.