Outside at night like this? No way. Doors.

You can't remember ever feeling more exposed or **** than you do as you pad along the cold floor of that hallway. Knowing that anyone could be behind any of these doors and pop out at any time to find you colors your cheeks. As you walk, you discover that the material of the dress rubs softly against your nipples in a very pleasant way. Between that and your clit piercing teasing you with every movement, you wonder if it would have been easier to just go naked.

You pick a door at random and knock softly. When no one answers, you knock a little louder. Every moment you remain standing in that hallway is nerve-wracking, so you hurry to the next door. It occurs to you that you have no idea how long you were **** before waking up as a woman. You are not at all aware of the time, beyond that it's dark outside. It could be three in the morning. Who is going to open their door to a random knock at three in the morning?

Still, you don't have a lot of options. So you continue. Eventually adding your voice to your knock.

"Hello? I need help! Is anyone in there?"

After exhausting the doors on the first floor, you groan and try the second floor. The chilly stairway hastens your steps so that when you reach the second floor, you're starting to get wet between your thighs. These piercings are driving you crazy; your body is flushed with arousal and need. The whole situation you're in is just crazy, and you are accustomed to using sex or masturbation as a coping mechanism. Stressed? No problem just bang one out.

You ponder the nature of your curse as you knock more doors. 'Every orgasm makes a change. But... how much? I'm sure one little one wouldn't hurt.' That one brief moment on the rug when you had enjoyed yourself freely was so exhilarating and pleasurable, you almost don't care what it would cost to feel that again.

You pound on another door, losing faith in your method. With your wandering mind, you aren't even paying attention anymore. "Hello! Anyone? I'm so horny!"

Just as you're about to turn and move on, the door in front of you swings wide open and you're momentarily blinded by the brighter lights inside.