Onward, brave explorer!

You don't even have to unbutton your jeans. You just give the waistband a tug and they slide right off. Seems like that weight got shifted upwards a bit.

Your boxers go with, and all of a sudden you're looking at an honest-to-god vagina.

Looks like you're an outie.

It's fascinating. Everything was simple before, just a cock and balls. But now there's all these folds and ridges. Also, it looks like Basic pills don't control for pubic hairs.

In all, it's a far sight from the trimmed, discrete pussies you're used to seeing on porn stars, but you don't mind. It fits with the rest of your body. It makes you feel like more than just some sex object. It makes you feel like a real woman.

(As if you care about that.)

Anyway, you can't help but reach out a finger. You prod it suspiciously, as if it might bite you. It feels a little weird, but nothing more. But then, you wonder, poking your dick doesn't really do anything.

So you stroke it. And that warmth starts to come back. And it's getting stronger. And oh, by the way, what's that bump near the top?

WOW!

That, it seems, is your clitoris. You find yourself bent over the sink, trembling. You feel a bead of liquid roll down the inside of your thigh.

Do you want to stop now? Can you stop now?