I Am Overwhelmed

"Look at it," Rachel coos, back in the real world, "Can you even imagine taking something like that? Stretching you out and filling you up?"

"Intense," I shudderingly whisper, to her laughter in response.

"Too intense for you, my dear," she smiles, "No, let's find something a beginner can manage."

Somehow I blush. I'm not sure why.

But Rachel calls me a beginner and even though that is what I am and even though there is nothing to be ashamed of in that, still I think I am.

Blushing and letting her still drag me, still pull me and it does take pulling to bring me away from the intimidating artificial cock that I'm fairly sure I would never in a million years be able to take and yet still calls to me somehow.

Rachel leads me along, pointing at and immediately dismissing a few options before finally she settles on a far more reasonable selection.

"This one could work," she muses, pointing at a vibrantly pink and hard plastic one. A long thin stick with a bulbous head, clearly far on the vibrator end of the spectrum.

"That looks... stiff," I say numbly.

"That's the point," she smiles, "You twist the base and the whole thing starts vibrating. You can use the head of it against your clit or even push it inside. And it's not so big that you'll struggle to take it. Plus, you see how the head is angled up? That means you can curl it around inside yourself to hit your G-spot."

I nod, trying to imagine it. But whether because of the fantasies from earlier or because we were seriously considering this one, I couldn't get my mind to a place of real fantasy.

"This is an option too," she plucks up a little metal number that looks a bit like an oversized pill, "Just a bullet vibrator. Only for the outside, mind you, but easy to conceal."

"What?" I quip,"In case I need it on the go."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," she says, half-dismissively and making me wonder what it was she was hiding inside her purse, "But in my opinion if you're going to go for something like this, you want multiple options. One for home and one for on the go."

She spins, plucking a rubber dildo off the shelf behind us that is shaped like a luridly hard cock and indistinguishable from one, but for the fact that it's formed from vivid blue silicone.

"Of course you could always get one that works in tandem," she spins the cock around and points out the hole in the base, "That's for inserting the bullet. Then you've got two in one. A dildo and a vibrator."

She hands it to me and I hold it, wrapping my hand around it as if it was real. And it's not the first time I've had a cock in my hand since I became a woman, not even the first time today, but that doesn't change the fact that this time feels different.

Maybe that's because this one could be mine, albeit different from how I used to use this phrase. This one could be mine and I would use it in wholly different ways to meet the same end in the end.

Oh fuck, was I really considering this?

"Best option, though, is a combination of things," she says, grasping up the bullet and sliding it into the base of the vibrator before grabbing the hard plastic vibrator as well, "Get this dildo inside of you just pumping and filling and shaking you up and then slide this vibrator around to your clit. That'll give you an earth shattering climax. It'll leave you absolutely breathless."

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