Lazy Saturday Morning

You wake up, well rested and contend. With time to muse, you stay in your bed with your eyes closed and let the week pass by in your mind. The opportunities taken; the ones missed. You sure as hell would never have dreamt of where you living as a woman would take you.

Without you even noticing it, your hand wanders between your legs, teases your swelling clit, enjoys the warmth and wetness between your lips, the other hand wandering between your ass cheeks, massaging the brown hole. You enjoy masturbating as woman so much more. Your body has so many ways to get aroused and to react to being aroused. And you're not ashamed or inhibited to explore them all. Jerking off as man seems so – limited. Dull, in comparison. Always just squeezing the tiny cock, always over in a matter of minutes. You can't even be certain if you missed out because the male body just isn't equipped for the kind of pleasure you find in your female one or if you were just too stupid and prude about your own self that you didn't dare even consider to explore it. You sure as hell wouldn't have done what you're doing with your asshole right now as man...

You touch and tease yourself all over your body for the better part of an hour, small waves of lust; short shivers running all through you when you touch the right spots that you're so familiar with after five days in this body. So much deeper, so much more varied than what you had as a man, you edge yourself several times, enjoy the burning longing inside Alexander could have never have endured, until you eventually cum in a big crashing wave. Goddess, female orgasms are good. You stand up smiling, shower, have breakfast… well. Brunch. Get dressed - crop top and shorts - and go shopping.

Today's your Dad’s birthday, you get a bottle of the indecently expensive whiskey he loves, laze around some more and eventually make your way to your childhood home.

It's a warm and sunny day, so of course your father is standing at the grill already. You remember him trying to teach you the manly art of Barbecue when you were – a boy… You frown a little as you walk though the gate. Your mother sees you, walks up to you and hugs you.

“Lexi. So good to see you.”

You hug her back. The last uncertainty falling off of you. You talked to her on the phone – and Dad and your siblings since your – change, so you knew none of them finds anything strange about having a daughter/ sister. Always having had one. Still, seeing your Mom in person as her daughter - you think it should feel weird, but it really doesn't. You got used to this body so much more than you would have thought you ever could.

“You’re early. Not expecting anyone else for at least half an hour.”