Explore her body

“Wanna… be my research subject?”

I gave one of Jane’s iconic lines to my reflection, like she was talking just to me. My eyes were half closed, a teasing glance that fully encapsulated her “fuck me” look. My fingertips teased over my nipples, pinching them suddenly, moaning out in pain at how rough I’d been. Hearing Jane’s smooth voice let loose that irritated, pained little sound only got me wetter, puffy pink areola spiking up and growing harder.

I could feel an itch between my legs, my newly formed slit growing needy. My eyes widened as I looked down, Jane’s body stretching below me, seeing everything from her POV. Between my reflection and knowing I was wearing her body so flawlessly, it was all way too hot. I reached down and felt between my thighs, fingertips tracing my toned midriff before lightly touching my entrance. Experimentally, I pushed inside, the heat immediately encasing my finger while a tingly rub of dopamine pulsed inside me.

“Ffuuckk…”

It was only the slightest touch, but it was enough to ignite such powerful feelings inside me.

“Is this how it always feels for girls? It’s not fair…”

I shoved my finger all the way in, squealing in a way that sounded too sexy in Jane’s voice. It was like I could feel every centimeter of finger, perfectly superimposed inside me. My pussy was so sensitive, the feeling so indulgent. I pulled my finger out and watched a glistening line of love juice still connected, my creamy, slutty entrance itching for more.

“I can’t wait anymore… give it to me.”

My voice sounded so needy, pleading for sexual release, my stolen voice making it sound like beautiful music to my ears. I dove my finger inside, pressing apart my inner walls, feeling my legs shake as the feeling got to me too much. I stumbled back and fell onto the bed, soft sheets against bare skin, as I pulled my fingers back.

I was aching for more, the sudden absence of them inside me feeling like a tragedy. I dove in again, and again, forming a rhythm. The momentum was like going up and down on a seesaw, that rush when you drop down the steepest decline on a roller-coaster, but so much more primal and deep within. My free hand gripped and pawed at my breasts, a mixture of squeezing their indulgent shape and teasing those needy nipples.

I cried out as I increased the tempo, in and out, a subtle squelching sound filling the air as the room began to take on the potent smell of sex. It was a little disgusting, but in a way that only made me hornier, more aware of how much I was desecrating my new body, a rat girl pushing herself in pleasure and getting exactly the kind of filthy I could get addicted to.

I could feel an energy building within me, pooling in the back of my knees and my elbows, lightning in my bones crackling with static. All at once, the dam broke, my **** fingers pushing me over into a woman’s orgasm. Dopamine and serotonin alike slapped through my system, rushing up my pussy through my spine and filling my every extremity.

I cried out shamelessly, not caring how loud I was, utterly and totally absorbed in the feeling of pleasure. It was incredible, overwhelming, and in that moment I felt like being born a man had totally cheated me, not having access to sensations like this. I didn’t know if it was my enhanced sense of hearing, or my senses in general getting so much stronger, but through the haze of sexual ecstasy and release I thought I heard something.

I tried to zero in on what it was, struggling not to lose myself totally as my brain fought for the right to simply bask in the sensations that were rocking my body. It sounded like… a key in the door?

And then immediately, I could hear the door opening, the hinges giving their characteristic streak. In the dark of my room, my eyes were wide, clearly female body splayed and naked on my bed, fingers slick with my juices, heartbeat rocking in my chest.

Could it be…?