Hands

Owen looked down at his hands. It was the first thing he actually noticed after the Great Shift had swapped him into a woman’s body. Sure, there were probably other things that were more obvious--like the large breasts beneath the pink top, the long hair tied up, or even the flat lack of a bulge in the front of tight leggings--but he noticed the hands. Those dainty hands. They were so much smaller than the hands he used to have, so much fairer. These hands certainly hadn’t seen the years of hard work his old hands had; they had been well maintained and taken care of. It was such a change, and it was the change he kept noticing over and over.