The Better You - Part 2 (TG CAPTION)

As the weeks passed, Ryan’s life—*Myah’s* life—had fully transformed. He had embraced his new body and everything that came with it. With the confidence of someone who had spent years perfecting himself, Ryan applied the same dedication to his sister’s neglected body, and the results were astounding. His breasts were full, perky, and shapely, drawing the kind of attention Myah had never experienced. His waist was slim, hips curvaceous, and his skin, glowing from the constant self-care routines, looked flawless. 

By now, Ryan had mastered makeup, his social media presence was flourishing, and he had become something of an online sensation. People flocked to his Instagram, enthralled by his radiant beauty and bubbly personality. He had taken Myah’s art account and evolved it into a lifestyle and beauty page, showcasing fitness, fashion, and his now perfectly sculpted body. Every photo he posted drew thousands of likes, and companies began reaching out for sponsorships. 

But as Ryan’s confidence soared, Myah’s went down the drain. She had tried—really tried—to keep up with her brother’s former life, but it was becoming unbearable. Ryan had always made everything seem so easy: the workouts, the grooming, the self-discipline. But now, in his body, Myah was fumbling every step of the way. Her workouts were pathetic compared to what Ryan had done; she couldn’t lift the weights or maintain the rigorous routines. She barely lasted ten minutes on the treadmill before giving up. 

Her once-chiseled abs softened. Her arms, which had been muscular and defined, were now losing their tone. She had even let her diet slip, indulging in junk food and skipping the strict meals Ryan had once religiously followed. Ryan’s social circles had noticed, too. His friends commented on how “he” seemed to be losing his edge, letting himself go. Myah was drowning under the pressure, spiraling into depression.

She would lie on the couch in Ryan’s body, scrolling through Instagram, where her *former* body—now occupied by Ryan—shined with stunning pictures, flaunting a curvaceous figure that she had never been able to maintain. Each photo was a painful reminder of how far she had fallen.

Meanwhile, Ryan had embraced every aspect of being a beautiful woman. The pleasure that coursed through him daily had become an addiction. He couldn’t stop touching his new body, exploring every curve with awe and delight. Every time he went to the gym, the sensation of his breasts bouncing lightly under his sports bra sent waves of euphoria through him. He loved the way his hips swayed when he walked, the way his waist curved inward just enough to accentuate his figure.

His clothes had changed, too. Gone were the baggy hoodies and worn-out jeans Myah had favored. Now, he wore form-fitting leggings, cropped tops, and dresses that showcased his body in all the right places. His favorite part, however, was the chest. It had grown steadily over the weeks, and every little bit of growth had been an almost erotic experience. Ryan would often catch himself admiring his reflection in the mirror, cupping his breasts and marveling at how good they felt, how sensitive his skin had become.

One morning, Myah couldn’t take it anymore. She confronted Ryan, frustration boiling over.

“Ryan, this isn’t fair! You’ve taken my life and turned it into something I don’t even recognize!” Myah, in Ryan’s deep voice, shouted. Her eyes were filled with desperation.

Ryan, perched in front of a mirror, adjusting his makeup, barely glanced up. “And what exactly do you want me to do about that?” he asked, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His lips, now plump and perfectly glossed, shone under the light.

“You’ve… you’ve ruined everything! I can’t keep up with your life. Your friends think I’m a joke, I can’t even lift half of what you used to, and I’ve let myself go,” Myah sobbed, clutching her—Ryan’s—face in her hands.

Ryan finally turned, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and pity. “Maybe you’re just not cut out for my life,” he said, standing up. His body moved with the fluid grace of a woman who had long since gotten used to her curves. “But me? I’ve perfected yours. And I love it.” He twirled in front of the mirror, watching his dress spin. “I’m hotter than you ever were.”

“You’ve become a different person,” Myah whispered. Her voice trembled with sadness. “You’re not my brother anymore.”

Ryan paused, finally looking at her seriously. “Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m the better version of who you could have been.” He crossed his arms under his chest, the sensation sending another thrill of pleasure through him.

The friction between them grew, but Ryan didn’t care. He was thriving. Myah, on the other hand, was sinking deeper into depression, watching from the sidelines as her old life slipped further out of reach. She tried going to Ryan’s gym, but it only made things worse. The guys there, who had once admired Ryan’s dedication, now barely glanced at her. Some even snickered, noticing how she was losing her former edge.

And then, there was Ryan’s latest challenge: dating.

With his newfound popularity on social media, Ryan had caught the eye of a young, attractive fitness trainer named Jake. They had met at the gym one day, and after weeks of playful banter, Jake had finally asked him out. At first, Ryan had been hesitant. Dating as a woman? Could he really go that far? But the thought excited him more than he expected. And so, he agreed.

Their first date was magical. Ryan had dressed in a stunning little black dress, heels that accentuated his long legs, and makeup that made his already perfect features stand out even more. Jake was mesmerized. Throughout the evening, Ryan couldn’t help but notice how different things felt. The way Jake’s hand rested on the small of his back as they walked, the way his eyes lingered on Ryan’s curves—it was thrilling. 

And when Jake kissed him at the end of the night, it sent a wave of pleasure through him that rivaled anything he had felt during the transformation. It was different than he had imagined—softer, more sensual—and yet, he loved every second of it.

As they stood there, under the streetlight, Ryan couldn’t help but feel like this was where he belonged. He had fully stepped into his new life, and there was no going back.

When he returned home that night, Myah was waiting for him, looking miserable. “Where were you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan smirked, touching up his lipstick in the hallway mirror. “I had a date.”

“A… date?”

“Yeah. With Jake. He’s great, by the way. Totally into me.”

Myah’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re dating now?”

Ryan turned to face her, his expression softening for a moment. “Myah, this is who I am now. I’m not going back to the way things were. I’ve made a life for myself—one that you never could have. And honestly, I don’t think I want to change that.”

Myah stood there, speechless, as Ryan walked past her, his hips swaying with confidence. As Ryan disappeared into his room, Myah’s heart sank. She had lost everything—her body, her confidence, and now, even her brother. But little did they both know, this was just the beginning of a much larger transformation… one that would change their lives even more dramatically than they could ever imagine.