Cleaning up sounds like a good start

You nod suddenly aware of the sticky fluid still cooling all over your chest. You urgently need to get clean so you collect some clean clothes before heading back to the bathroom.

You give a sigh of relief as the hot water washes you clean. Steve is a good friend, you feel sure that with his help everything will work out. The tension runs out of you and as it does you become increasingly aware of your new anatomy. You allow your hands to drifts down, tracing the contours of your new vagina. Again you find yourself conflicted. Part of you is horrified, you've been emasculated, a "fate worse than ****" if you want to be melodramatic about it. Yet what you feel as your fingers carefully part your outer lips is not a lack of anything instead, a world of sensation is opening up between your legs.

Gently you explore the soft flesh of your labia, breathing heavily as you probe deeper. You gasp as you brush against the tender nub of your clitoris. It's so sensitive you can hardly touch it, after only a few minutes of rubbing you have to stop to catch your breath.

By now your pussy is soaking with more than water. Clear viscous liquid coats your fingers helping them slip rapidly over your lower lips. Eager for more stimulation you find your entrance and then slip one finger inside. You hold it there while you take in the feeling of being penetrated. It's weird, to say the least, but also kind of nice. Comforting in a strange way, like something you didn't know was missing has returned.

You experiment for a while, moving your fingers around looking for the most sensitive spots. You feeling it move inside and you try to grip it with your new internal muscles. Probing and teasing until you feel you have a handle on how things work down there. Feeling more confident you slide a second finger in and then a third feeling yourself stretch to accommodate them, you wonder how much you can take up there. It feels like you could take more but you worry about hurting yourself by trying to do too much. Three is enough, for now, you decide.

Feeling more confident you start to move your hand, pulling your fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in. You feel a perverse thrill of pleasure from the alien feeling of penetration. Again and again, you bury your fingers in your eager sex steadily increasing the pace. With each thrust the heel of your palm pounds against the oh so delicate button of your clit. You suppress a moan as you feel yourself clench. Gripping your fingers tightly inside yourself you ride the waves of pleasure that surge through your body. You stumble from the shower on shaking legs, gasping and dizzy in the wake of your first female orgasm.

"Jesus, what's wrong with me?" You ask yourself as you sit on the toilet trying to catch your breath.

You can't believe your own willingness to experiment or how easily you've accepted your transformation. Did the genie do this to you or have you always been this way?

Perhaps you have always had these perverted desires, hiding them even from yourself? You can't say all you know is it feels pretty good to cum like that. It wasn't as focused or as intense as a male climax, but the way the feeling spreads out from your pussy making you whole body quiver was definitely very nice. Most interestingly you don't feel drained like you usually would. In fact, you are energized and ready to go again.

For the first time, you consider not changing back right away. Instead, you wonder what other new experiences the genie's magic could show you...