Becky struggles

Becky slipped into the shower after masturbatory struggle session, making sure to keep the water cool. It didn't help much. The burning sensation in her vagina had not gone away. If anything, it had spread.

Becky's tiny little breasts felt hot and swollen. Rubbing a finger against her right nipple, Becky found the situation almost as intense as touching her clit or vagina. Before she knew it, Becky was rubbing her chest, nearly bringing her to orgasm once again.

A voice inside screamed for Becky to fight this. It was wrong. Tainted somehow.

Turning the water to cold, Becky blasted herself in pain for the rest of the shower. It didn't do much to help the heat.

Becky stepped out of the shower and took a deep breath. The reflection in the mirror caught her attention. She looked different some how.

Was she wearing makeup? Becky's face seemed to have subtle changes that she just could not place.

Becky dismissed it. She had bigger worries. The sensation between her legs was stronger than ever.

*Touch yourself. It'll feel better* an alien voice whispered in Becky's mind.

Where had that come from? Becky panicked and looked around the room, expecting an intruder. She was the only one there.

But the voice had seemed so tangible. So real.

Becky felt urged welling over her. She looked down at her naked, glistening pussy. It had felt good. So good.

**NO.** another voice seemed to say within her mind. This one she knew was within her. It was her own voice.

Becky dashed out of the bathroom and started to change for bed.

Becky had worn the same Nightgown since she turned thirteen. It consisted of a Scooby Doo tank top and a pair of gray, jersey cotton shorts. Even now at eighteen, the outfit fit perfectly.

Puberty was something that seemed to have left Becky behind after its first pass over her. She had grown older and a little taller, she had boobs by the barest definition. She was a grown woman and no one who spoke with her for even a moment would have denied it. Becky was intelligent, thoughtful, sophisticated even. Still, she was rail thin, boyish, "cute".

Becky simulataneously hated this fact and yet also felt it was a necessary part of her identity at this point. She was one of those girls that was always destined to be one of the guys. Or a little sister. Never a lover.

Becky wasn't unattractive. Just not attractive in the right way. That's why she still wore her dopey scooby Doo night gown. It was embarrassing, but it was also her.

The burning in Becky's crotch brought her back to reality. She needed sleep. Whatever this was inside of her, Becky needed all the strength she had to fight it.

Slipping into bed, however, Becky felt the heat seem to double within her. She didn't feel tired, she felt horny. Becky bit her, hoping the pain would distract from the growing need, and begged for the feelings to be gone by the morning.