Four weeks ago

You open your eyes. You're eighteen today! Legally a man! Free to drink and smoke and have sex with anyone.

But something's wrong. You feel different. Completely different. You feel sexy, seductive. You feel smooth and soft. A fluttering feeling in your stomach. And horny. Hornier that you've ever felt before. But it doesn't feel right. For a start, you can't feel your erection. Instead, it pulses in waves from your crotch. It's almost overwhelming. You need something inside you, filling you. Wait...what? That doesn't make sense.

You leap out of bed, landing lithely. You instinctively know you're not even moving the same way as you normally do. You feel more elegant, poised. You walk to your cupboard, hips swaying seductively. It feels good, but you know it shouldn't. You reach out a slender arm, a petite hand with long, soft fingers tipped with red nails. You wrench the door open and see your reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. Your mouth drops.

Reflected back at you is a goddess. A red haired, green eyed teen sexpot, wearing only a short t-shirt and scimpy panties. You gasp and feel your face, the girl mirroring you. "How...How can?" Even your voice is different. Higher pitched, feminine, sounding like there's a soft giggle to it. "It's not possible,"

In a daze your hands rove across your body, disbelievingly watching your reflection. You gasp as your hand softly caresses your shirt covered chest and you nearly collapse at the jolt of pleasure as you accidentally brush your crotch.

The sight of this girl is driving you crazy. You need to see more. You feel the waves grow stronger, hotter. Almost without conscious thought, you grab the hem of the shirt, ripping it over your head. You moan softly as the material scrapes across your nipples. You feel them harden almost instantly.

You stand there, hands roving across your body. You give your breasts a slight squeeze, moaning again. Part of you, the part that knows your male, tells you to stop, that this is wrong, but your touches feel too good. Slowly, as if against your will, your hands snake down your soft stomach, thumbs hooking into the panties. Your slide them down as they drop to your feet.

You gaze at yourself. Your little mound is smooth and hairless. It simply oozes beauty and elegance. You have to touch it. Your hand slips between your legs. You're already wet and you can feel your heat on your hand. You lightly brush against yourself. You stumble back, landing on your arse on your bed. You've never felt anything that good. It was pure, electric joy. Just from the lightest touch. You need more.

You lie back and open your thighs. You rub at your crotch, groaning and sighing. It feels so good. But it's not just from the pleasure rolling through you in waves. Your...yes your pussy, is slick and smooth, hot and sexy. It is sex. Pure sex. You need to be inside yourself.

You slide a finger past your pouting pussy lips and inside you. You moan and ever so slowly begin fingering yourself. It feels so much better that when you wanked your cock. You add a second finger and build the pace. In moments, your hips are bucking, your head thrashing as your fingers piston in and out of you, your palm slapping your hard little clitoris with every thrust. You feel it building, like nothing you've ever felt before. You explode. It's too much and as your vision darkens you scream, loud and long, uncaring of whether anyone hears you or not. All that matters is the pleasure.