An Email...

Sarah opened up her laptop to journal more, but her eye caught an email in her inbox from Hannah, the gurl she met running the SISSIES clothing store. Hannah had the fashion moment captured, a crop top with her SISSIES engorged breasts showing huge underboob. Rocking a schoolgirl skirt that hid her balls, Sarah spotted the SISSIE shaft exposed before it descended into opaque thigh highs. Sarah was in dire need of help, in an entirely undersized tee and ripped yoga pants...

She remembered the conversation, how Hannah was a well endowed gurl like so many others, but could carry on an intelligent conversation unlike every other boi and gurl that Sarah had met, or had the pleasure of converting.

"You're the first one in a while. Maybe one in five hundred or a thousand. I've been open a few weeks and yeah, second or third." Hannah went on. "Everyone comes in here just one minded, you know? Cock and boobs, leaking pre cum everywhere. Asking if I knew any locations in the city where uninfected existed."

"Thanks, I think?" started Sarah. "I get a similar vibe from you. Like we could have a coffee and talk and not just mindless fucking, as much as I do enjoy that."

It was a strange interaction, the first Sarah had since being infected. They were both aroused, she remembered. Engorged hard ons and nipple pokies, but no desire to rut. What kind of mental dance was it? Flirting? Friendship?