Crystal makes some changes

Crystal spent much of the next week learning about her new body. It was a slow process, and not without its positive discoveries. She was a good deal taller than she used to be, and considerably stronger in a way that gave her a sense of security she had never felt as a woman. But as she washed herself in the hospital shower, she couldn’t help but frown. There was a crudeness to her new form, it was middle aged and hairy in a way that might have been fine in a lover, but not what she desired of her own body. Don Connors was a moderately attractive man, but Crystal Minx had been sex personified.

One positive that she discovered was the joy of having a penis. Don was well endowed and having external genitalia meant it was far easier to get herself off, rubbing and tugging along the shaft as she imagined dozens of scenarios, past lovers and experiences until finally her orgasm burst forth. The feeling of hot cum in her hand had always been great, but it was near euphoric when it came from within her own body.

But even so, she spent the next few days playing it safe and biding her time. She would allow Don his little moments, whenever his little wifey came to visit. But they were fleeting, just enough to keep everyone else from being too suspicious. When the day of discharge came, she wasted no time getting an uber and booking a flight to LA. Don’s money allowed her to take the next steps.

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When Don next gained consciousness he was in bedroom he didn’t recognise. It was dark, the shades had been pulled over the windows, and the room was rather nondescript. He lay on a bed with a collection of pillows, a thin sheet covering his nude body. Though he was awake, he found it hard to focus and his vision blurred when he looked around too much. There was a weird taste in his mouth that he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but his whole body felt groggy, sluggish. It was a Goliath effort just to lift his head from the pillows.

His body felt strange. His chest tingled in a way that was weird, his nipples being incredibly sensitive. He also felt a strange fullness in his ass, as though he were horribly constipated. It was confusing, frightening even, but the intoxication he currently felt also muted much of his responses. The most he could do was lay back in bed and fight valiantly to keep his eyes open.

Eventually his dull, **** gaze drifted over to the bedside table where a collection of pill bottles sat in perfect rows. Most of the script written on them was a blur, but when he leant forward and put all his effort into focusing he could make out a few key words. “Horse…” something. He looked again, really tried to make it make sense. “Horse…tranquilliser…”

His doped up brain struggled to register the significance, failed to understand that Crystal had felt the familiar tingle of Don’s reemergence and had **** herself with a heavy grade sedative to keep him from interfering with her plan. Had Don been able to put any more focus on the other medications he would have been feeling a greater sense of urgency and fright, for Crystal had also been taking high amounts of oestrogen for the last several weeks.

But Don didn’t register any of it, merely collapsed back into his bed and fell into a deep, **** sleep.