This Is The Life...

	"It all happened so fast. One minute, I was opening envelopes, checking for approvals on important decisions my department was making, the next... well, you see how I look right now." I glanced slyly over at my coworker, taking a bit of joy out of seeing his blushing face. It was clear he was still shocked by my carefree attitude about the whole situation.
	"...What did it feel like?" he whispered tentatively. It seemed like he was worried about being too pushy or offending me in some way, which was kind of cute.
	"It was pretty intense. I was panicked and flustered at the time, so I don't really remember much, but I do vividly remember realizing how much softer my fingers felt against the pencils and paper that day, the hair cascading down my head, and the sudden swelling in my chest. It was unusual, and I could tell something was up, but nothing really clicked until someone else pointed out the changes in my physique. At that point I started freaking out and went home, and by the time I got to visit a doctor's office the next day I basically looked like how I do now. Except for the styling and clothing choice, of course." I paused and took a sip of my drink. "Anyways, apparently the changes are basically permanent now. My fault for not escalating it further and going to an emergency room that night, I guess." There was a long silence as my coworker took in what I just said. I kept my gaze on him as I continued to drink.
	"You seem so unbothered... do you like being a girl?" he readjusted himself as he spoke, .
	"Do I look like I hate it?" I smirked knowingly and continued, "No, I find it very pleasant. Truth be told, being a guy wasn't all that bad, but it just wasn't for me. I just wasn't proactive my feelings. Thought it would be too much effort. In all fairness, it IS a lot of effort. Looking hot isn't easy, you know?" I winked at my coworker and laughed.
	"H-hey!" his face went bright red, as I expected. "Jeez! Two months off has given you such a temper. Be careful with that! You've got to be selective about who you tease. Some people might get the wrong idea..."
	I finished laughing and grinned softly. "You're right, but I wouldn't mind any advances from you... nor expect them, truthfully." I continued smiling to myself. "You seem interested in what I have to say, but you also seem more envious than aroused... though I wouldn't fault you for feeling both."
	"I..." he froze up. Perhaps the alchohol was too much... maybe I went a bit overboard. "Ha. Sorry for pushing your buttons on that front. I won't go any further." Silence hung in the air for what felt like hours. For the first time tonight, I was truly nervous. Then my coworker broke the silence. "...So you think it's worth it?"
I beamed at them once more and spoke up without hesitation.
"Of course. This is the life I wish I chose long ago."