Doing hot girl shit

"Are you okay? The door's locked."

Alice yanked herself up on the bed. "Yes! Coming!"

"Yeah, I can tell," Sam said, without a trace of irony in his voice. "Can you open the door?"

"Just a moment," she said, looking around for something to clean up with. "I'm getting dressed."

"Don't feel like you have to," Sam said wistfully.

The cum splattered across her torso and face dripped down, causing a new wave of throbbing sensitization, especially on her belly. As she watched, her hard earned abs faded, replaced by the gentle curve of a feminine belly. She placed her fingertips there gently and gasped, running her fingertips from her pubes up to her belly button. She bit her lip. She had lost count of how many times she'd cummed, but damned if she wasn't already looking forward to next time.

The nightstand didn't have any tissues on it, but in the drawers, along with a vibrator, lingerie, and some 1978 vintage porno mags, she found a stash of full sized bath towels. Whoever used to live here didn't mess around. She wiped herself off, although most of the cum had already absorbed into her skin.

Alice reached for the bathrobe, wondering if she could get away with it, but she realized that she wasn't ready for the awkward conversation that would arise if she got an erection. Her penis was flaccid now, but that could change at any moment.

Her penis. Alice stopped a moment to think about that. Even with her boy equipment still in place, something had shifted in her image of herself. In that moment, it was very hard to feel masculine.

I'm Alex, and I'm a dude, she reminded herself.

Alice grabbed some panties, a green midi skirt, and a low cut top out of the closet.

She pulled on the panties first, glancing in the mirror. Just to be on the safe side, she pointed her dick backwards. It wouldn't help all that much if she got turned on, but maybe it would buy her a second or two if she crossed her legs.

Without warning, she felt the panties shift. She instinctively tried to pull them off, but they resisted, digging into her hips and tightening down on her shaft, holding it in place pointed backwards. It started to knead her cock and balls just a little, then started to squeeze.

"Nonono!" she whispered, then felt a pop as her balls slid inside her body. She slid her hand inside the waistband and felt them. They were still there, just pulled inside her in a way that left the front of her panties flat in the mirror. She shifted her weight. It felt strange but not exactly bad. The panties squished around her shaft and empty sack a little more, then tightened down firmly, leaving no visible sign of male genitalia. As if to reward her for her patience, the panties stroked and kneaded the length of her shaft. She felt her penis stiffen, but the panties refused to give it room to grow. Her turgidity began to ache.

"Okay, that's enough," she whispered. Nevertheless, the kneading continued. Then something shifted, and the turgidity went away. Instead, the feeling began to spread out. Her whole groin, her hips, her butt, her... her butthole. They throbbed and tingled. Her face flushed. Her nipples stiffened. Everywhere the feeling spread to almost burned with sensitivity. She wanted nothing more than to feel fingers brush her up and down her ass, but something stopped her from trying it. The kneading stopped, and to her disappointment, the feeling quickly faded.

She picked up bra hesitantly, fumbling with the clasp. Just like all of the other women's clothes, it fit, although it felt a little uncomfortable, squishing the bottom part of her very sensitive new breasts. Suddenly, her boobs bounced a little. She gasped, grabbing them as the bra rearranged her into a more comfortable and better supported configuration. Okay, that was helpful.

"Alice?" Sam asked again.

She looked herself over in the mirror. She needed to look like Alice right now, but it was undeniable that things were getting out of hand. With her new breasts and hidden junk, dressed only in underwear, Alice still looked basically like a girl, albeit one who was lazy with shaving, with no hips or ass, bigger shoulders, and zero curves. Hm.

The maid corset lay on the floor by her feet. She picked it up gently. "Hey... if you don't mind, could you get on me? And hurry, please."

"I'd love to, but the door's locked," Sam replied.

The corset shuddered back to life, wrapping around Alice's arm like a snake. It wrapped itself around her waist, the bust retracting back inside and the edges softening to conceal itself under her clothes. It tightened around her, seemingly even tighter than before, but the feeling wasn't as uncomfortable now that she knew what to expect. Meanwhile, the skirt slid up her legs, the top crawled over her arms and head, and a pair of pantyhose, which she was certain she had not selected as part of the outfit, slithered up her legs. Two hair clips placed themselves near her temples, brightening her face, and makeup brush swooped in, followed by another. She tried to shoo them away, but they merely dodged. A necklace clasped around her delicate neck, and two hoops slid up either side.

"That's enough!" she mouthed. "Stop! I don't need--AAAIIEE!" A sudden wave of pain flashed across her eyes.

"What's wrong?!" Sam asked.

"N-nothing!" she replied, as calmly as she could. She gingerly touched her earlobes where the stabbing pain had come from. No blood, and though her heart was still pounding, pain faded away quickly. She looked in the mirror, her eyes widening at her new hoop earrings. Her eyes looked bigger than ever, and she wasn't certain how much of it was horror, how much was eyeliner, and how much was that last batch of cum that absorbed into her face. Her red lips parted. She looked... glamorous. The corset, now a waist cincher, gave her body a gentle curve. The top was more revealing than she intended, but it was too late to change. It was going to be really hard to convince herself that she was a guy when she looked like this. But she couldn't worry about that right now.

She opened the door.

"Hi Sam," she said, leaning against the doorframe. He just stared at her, looking even dumber than usual, but not, to Alice's chagrin, any less hot.