The World Is Mine For The Taking

Johanne's POV

The cold water cascaded down my bare skin, each droplet crashing against my body like tiny needles.

I stood there beneath the stream, letting it pour over me, as if it could wash away the confusion, the doubts and the fragmented thoughts swirling inside my mind.

This body… the body I now possessed…

It was a woman's body.

And that realization—no matter how many times I whispered it to myself—still sent shivers down my spine.

Not from the temperature, but from the sheer weight of everything I'd come to accept. Or rather, everything I could no longer deny.

I was still struggling to process it all.

Still wrestling with the truth I had been circling around for so long.

I had become this.

No...

I had always been this.

Looking back, perhaps it had never been a transformation.

Maybe it had always been inevitable—fate, reality, or perhaps, truth—finally pulling me into its embrace.

I had been a woman ever since I was born.

Not by force, not by illusion… but by something far deeper.

I raised my eyes toward the mirror in front of me, its surface fogged and hazy from the rising steam.

My hand moved instinctively, wiping a streak across it.

And there—slowly—my reflection emerged.

What stared back at me was soft, unfamiliar, and yet… painfully familiar.

My facial structure had softened.

Rounded cheekbones.

A slender jawline.

Lashes that seemed too long.

Lips that looked naturally pink.

I studied them with a quiet intensity.

Did I still resemble the man I used to be?

Was there even a trace of him left?

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring his face to mind anymore.

That version of me—his expressions and his features—had started to blur.

Like a distant dream that dissolved the moment you tried to remember it.

Because for over a year now, I had lived as a woman.

No.

That wasn't quite it.

The truth was… I had returned to being a woman.

Because this—this flesh, this skin, as well as this soul—it had always been mine.

I had always been a woman.

Through and through.

In every breath.

In every heartbeat.

That was the reason for the aching cramps that visited me each month without fail.

That was why seeing Leon standing close to another woman felt like someone was tightening a vice around my chest, squeezing until I could barely breathe.

It all made sense now.

This—what I had become—was never a mistake.

The person I was when I lived as a man… that was the lie. The mask. The act.

This body—this soul—this was real.

My gaze dropped lower, scanning the lines and curves of my body as they reflected in the mirror.

Wet skin glistened under the light.

The faint outline of toned muscles clung beneath the softness of my shape.

Would this body… be enough to make a man call me sexy?

I had trained harder than anyone I knew.

I pushed myself beyond what my body could endure, even back then—when I was still a woman the first time around.

Maybe not just sexy.

Maybe… my body could be described as muscular.

Muscular… but still a woman's.

Would Leon like that? Would he be disgusted?

No. He probably already found me repulsive.

And yet… what could I do?

These muscles—they were a result of years of discipline. Years of effort. Years spent thinking I had to be a man.

Now… it wasn't something I could undo.

Even if I wanted to.

And truthfully, it was far too late to think about that.

Because today… I would finally find the answer I'd been chasing.

Today would be the day I would know whether I wanted to remain a woman… or go back to being a man.

Today, I would have sex with Leon.

And no—this wasn't a reckless decision made in the throes of emotion.

I had already spoken to Tris.

I had looked her in the eyes and told her everything.

"If what you want is to stay with Leon, that's fine with me," she had said gently, with a calmness that startled me. "For years, I've been thinking… that I wanted to set you free. Free from your role as the Sword Saint's heir… and free from the responsibility you feel toward me as my husband."

She smiled at me as she said that. It was a soft, melancholic smile.

"But," she added, her voice barely above a whisper, "in truth… you don't love me at all, do you?"

I remembered how I had sucked in a deep breath when she asked that. It was like something had been yanked out of me. Like I'd been stripped bare in a single second.

"Fufufu… don't worry, Johanne," she said, her tone light, almost teasing. "I feel the same. I think I have feelings for you as a friend… but anything beyond that? I couldn't force it. I've known, even since we were little. I've always known you were a girl."

Then she looked at me, serious again.

"If your mind can't decide what path to take… then why not follow your heart instead? I know how you feel about Leon. But if you choose duty and become a man again, you're afraid that you'll lose him. Because love between two men is considered taboo. Isn't that why you keep hesitating? So why not stay as a woman? Don't let your mind shackle you. Follow your heart. It already knows the way."

Now, in the present moment, I stared at myself once more.

The bathroom lights hummed above me, the sound of water still dripping onto the floor echoing through the stillness.

This was the day.

The day Leon would make me into a woman—not just in body, but in soul.

And it would be the moment I would finally make my decision.

One way or the other.

With only a towel clinging to my damp skin, I stepped out of the bathroom—and stood before him.

Fully exposed.

Completely vulnerable.

Ready to face everything.

Even if it shattered me.

***

Leon's POV

Johanne stepped out of the bathroom, the only thing shielding her flawless body from view was a single, thin towel hanging precariously around her upper body.

She had discarded the usual cloth that bound her breasts, and now the towel barely did enough to conceal her curves.

It clung loosely but couldn't hide the undeniable truth that her body was nothing short of breathtaking.

Her breasts were firm, full, and impossibly large.

The way they pushed against the fabric, pressing just enough to tease the eye, sent a low heat rolling through my gut.

The sheer sight of them was overwhelming.

It was almost cruel how much power they had over me, without even trying.

Only that thin strip of towel stood between me and the stunning reality of her bare skin.

She spoke softly, breaking the silence that had settled between us, as if she could feel my gaze lingering too long on her.

"I'm... too muscular for a female, right? I'm sorry," she said, a hint of vulnerability threading her voice. "If I'd known I was a woman all along, I would've trained more... carefully."

Her words were quiet and unsure, like she feared I'd recoil, or worse, judge her.

But the truth was far from that.

I wasn't bothered. Not even a little.

If anything, I was fucking captivated.

My mouth felt dry, my heart hammered in my chest just from seeing her like this.

"No," I said firmly, cutting off any self-doubt before it could take hold. "I'm honestly impressed... amazed. Your body is incredible."

Her cheeks flamed crimson as she looked down, shy but somehow relieved.

"T-Thank you... that means a lot. Really."

I could tell my words had eased some of the tension knotting her shoulders.

Good. I wanted her to feel safe.

She looked up at me, her eyes searching and uncertain.

"W-What do we do, Leon?" she asked, voice small but earnest.

It was clear she had no clue what was coming next... what steps to take.

That's why I was here.

To guide her. To show her.

"For starters," I said softly, "lie down here."

She hesitated only a moment before obeying, lowering herself gently onto the bed.

The towel still hugged her body, but her shyness was palpable.

"Show me, Johanne," I urged, trying to keep my tone gentle.

"But…"

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "Your body is amazing. Besides..."

I pulled back my pants just enough to reveal my cock.

It stood at full attention, flushed and throbbing.

"Ah…!"

She gasped, eyes widening in shock and awe at the sight of it.

"My cock's hard for you right now," I said, voice low and certain.

She swallowed hard, clearly nervous but intrigued.

"I-It's really big, huh?"

I grinned. "Yours was big too when you were a male."

"T-That was just…"

"I'm kidding," I cut in with a teasing smile. "Now then..."

Her breath hitched as she gulped again.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled the towel away, revealing herself fully to me.

And I swallowed hard.

There was no denying it.

She was stunning.

Lean and fit, every curve sculpted perfectly.

Her waist cinched in dramatically, hips flaring out. She has an hourglass shape that demanded attention.

"For starters…" I said, leaning down, my hands gently taking hold of her legs.

"I'm going to get you ready…"

Then, without hesitation, I lowered my face toward her pussy.