Happier

"Of course I'll help you," my best friend said, "but you have to understand, you might not like my help."

"Why?" I asked. "How can it be worse than this?"

"It won't be worse, it will be better, I guarantee it, you just won't like what I'm going to tell you to do."

"It doesn't matter," I said.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure," I said.

She nodded. "Fine," she said. Without another word, she reached for her shirt, pulled it over her head, pulled down her skirt, sat on the bed wearing just a white bra and panties.

"K...Kristen," I gasped, "what...what are you doing?"

"You're problem," she said, "is you're trying to be a man but when you get the opportunity with a woman, you botch it. Again and again and again."

"I...I try," I said.

"That's the problem. You're trying. You need to stop."

"Stop trying with women?" I asked.

"You want my help?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"You need to stop trying to be a man."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"You try to be a man and you repulse women. Stop it, stop trying to be a man. That's what's making you unhappy, your failure to be a man, your failed masculinity. We're going to eliminate that starting today."

"Eliminate it?"

"Eliminate it," she said. "Emasculate you to eliminate any male thoughts then feminize you to introduce proper, feminine thoughts. Trust me, you'll be so much happier as a girl."