Envy

A few days later, Anne went through her days on autopilot confused as to what compelled her to do what she did with Chris. What did it mean for her? Was she a lesbian now? Was she like Chris? A crossdresser? A...boi?

She stopped short in front of her porch and stared at the brown unmarked box on the rocking chair addressed to ‘Andy’. Anne quickly walked inside slamming the door. After a moment she thought better of it and grabbed the box before slamming the door again and running into her room locking her bedroom door behind her. “God damn it, Chris.”

Before Chris had dropped her off she told her that she could get her one for her if she wanted. Anne had given a noncommittal answer which Chris apparently took as to mean yes.

For the longest minute, the box sat unopened on her bed. It's generic brown surface clashing with her pastel pink bedspread and the stuffed animals aligning themselves against the wall pressed against her bed. She wanted to throw it away but that meant sneaking out of the house on trash night after everyone had gone to bed. Which was several days away. She had **** but to keep it until then. But she didn't have to keep it on her bed.

She picked up the box and opened her small walk-in closet and as she was depositing it under a shelf she noticed for the first time words were in fact printed on the ticket. Curiosity thrummed through her entire body and had **** but to look at its origins. ‘Real eyez Real u.’ Anne slid the box under the shelf replacing the shoes ensuring it’s hiding place from any prying eyes. Anne sat at her desk continuing her homework and as usual, found herself distracted by more fun activities. The difference this time was where her thoughts strayed. She found herself on a beach, the sand between her toes, the warm salt air blowing across her legs, a smooth delicate hand tracing her way down her stomach into her board short the warm taste of strawberry against her lips. As the girl gripped her stiffening penis Andy pulled away quickly. His chest was flat and his hair was shorter than before and maybe worst of all the girl she was with was not Chris but Vickie from the cheerleading squad.

Anne woke up at her desk when her mother came into her room. “Annie are you okay?”

“I, I’m fine.” She wiped the drool from her chin. “I guess I just crashed.”

Her mom walked inside and ran her hand through Anne’s short hair with a sigh. “I don’t know what possessed you to cut your beautiful hair.”

“I...just felt like doing something different I guess.” She lied, she didn’t know how to tell her mother that she didn’t know what possessed her either.

“Well, come on, your dinner’s getting cold.”

All through dinner she kept thinking about the box and its contents. What would it feel like to wear it, to have one of her own, the weight of it in her hands? Between her legs. Finally, she could stand it no more and took the package out of the closet.

Anne sat naked on her bed marveling at the faux penis. It was much heavier than she imagined it would be when she held Chris’. She made sure the door was locked one more time before coating the outer edge with the quick-drying lube the box provided to ease its insertion. It was awkward at first until it set into the proper position.

The sensation of standing up with its new weight was much different than she expected. It was not as heavy as it had seemed in her hand. Ecstasy rippled through her body as she gave her limp penis it’s first test strokes. “Oh, oh god.” She continued to stroke her and watched with lustful excitement as it stiffened with every stroke, she could feel every touch not just from her hand but the sensations were coming from her new penis as well, was this what boys felt? No wonder they masturbate all the time!

She quickened her pace as each stroke of her cock brought her ever closer to the edge. It was maddening as she felt the pleasure build and build until...it would stop. She tried twisting her nipples with her free hand but she found the same result. Normally she would have been on her third orgasm at this rate but it seemed like nothing would ever get her over the edge. She found herself masturbating furiously until finally, something akin to an atomic bomb went off inside her. Her pent-up orgasm erupted with the **** of a dozen orgasms igniting every cell in her body with a level of ecstasy and euphoria she had never known before.

Left exhausted in post-orgasmic bliss she curled up on her bed, having to find the right angle so as not to hurt herself with her new genitalia. She still didn’t understand how she felt about Chris, or her dream, or her new toy but she knew she had at least found one positive in all of this.

She laid gently stroking her softening cock between her legs, amazed at how it was somehow sensitive to the touch when another bodily need arose within her. “This...is gonna be weird.” She slipped her panties on, admiring her new bulge, giggling at the sight of its, no, her testicles being too large to fit inside of the thin satin material. She quickly removed her panties and found the underwear Chris had insisted she buy. She still had her bulge but at least her testicles wouldn’t be bouncing about. “Well, they are called balls after all.” She slipped on a shirt with some football team and number stitched into it that she had stolen from an ex a few years ago. She left her room to find the bathroom instinctively placing the seat down when she stopped. The box said it could be used for everything...even the bathroom. She had to admit she had always been curious about what it would be like to stand while she went to the bathroom.

It was a night of new sensations as she retrieved her cock from her boxer briefs and relaxed her bladder. She thought it quite funny to stand to pee for the first time, even though aiming was new to her, she quickly mastered it. “I think I owe Jimmy an apology.” She chuckled now having this new first-hand knowledge.

She would apologize tomorrow after she took off her toy off she told herself before slipping under the pink and purple covers of her soft bedsheets and soon drifted off to sleep with a sigh of contentment.