Andrea is in the bathroom:

Back home, Andrea had removed ‘her’ top layer to let ‘her’ waist relax from the corset training and found ‘herself’ examining ‘her’ shrunken boobs in the mirror, which now had returned to their natural AA-cup and level of sensitivity.

Curious, ‘she’ played with ‘her’ nipples a little, finding that although they were still incredibly receptive to ‘her’ touch, they were nowhere near as enjoyable to tease as before.

As ‘she’ massaged ‘her’ chest, arousal still bubbled away, and ‘she’ found ‘herself’ thinking about using the dildo Charlene had gifted ‘her’.

Andrea ceased ‘her’ self-pleasure and went to ‘her’ room to calm down but could not shake the mounting lust, and ‘she’ became curious about the new items ‘her’ mother had gifted ‘her’; the vibrator and love egg.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of Andrea; ‘her’ parent would still be at work for a good hour, so ‘she’d’ have plenty of time to relieve ‘herself’ before she returned.

After efficiently douching her hole clean, Andrea lubed it up, fingering ‘herself’ a little as ‘she’ sucked on the vibrator.

‘She’ teased it into ‘her’ rear a little, then took a deep breath and turned it onto its lowest vibration setting.

Andrea gasped at the sudden burst of sensation erupting from within ‘her’; it was as if ‘her’ cavity was being titillated by a thousand microscopic massages and it felt even better when pressed up against ‘her’ prostate.

As ‘she’ slowly eased it in and out of ‘herself’, Andrea increased the vibration intensity and the **** and speed of ‘her’ thrusts.

Time flew by as soft gasps turned to moans turned to screams of pleasure, ‘her’ body writhing as waves of orgasms washed over ‘her’ continuously.

So caught up in ‘her’ self-pleasure was Andrea that ‘she’ failed to notice both the passage of time and the fact that Charlene was watching with a smirk on her face from ‘her’ open bedroom door.

Courteously, she waited till her ‘daughter’ had finished another round of orgasming till she smugly mocked, “I see you like you new toys”.

Andrea shrieked girlishly and pulled ‘her’ bed covers over ‘herself’, screaming, “MOM, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” at Charlene, who in turn replied, “Alright, I get it, a girl’s gotta have her private time!”, before closing the door.

Andrea was mortified; ‘she’ could never deny to ‘her’ mother that ‘she’ hated anal now.

‘Holy shit, Mom’s right! I am a slut!’, Andrea thought to ‘herself’ as ‘she’ screamed into ‘her’ pillow in frustration.

After calming down, Andrea finally went downstairs to get some dinner, weathering the compliments and comedic jabs Charlene had for ‘her’, including special praise for ‘her’ new hair and nails and remarks about Vicki being jealous she didn’t get to work on them.

Around 8 PM, Emily called Andrea, checking ‘she’ got home okay and presenting ‘her’ with an offer.

“I’ve got some free tickets for some outdoor theatre thing in the town park tomorrow night, and I thought it could be a lovely date for you and Brian. Would you be interested? I know Brian is!”.

Andrea didn’t want to spend to with Brian but would feel bad if ‘she’ denied Emily.

Plus it was to take place in a public setting so it wasn’t like Brian could **** ‘her’ into anything lewd.

“Ooh, colour me stoked, I’m in!”.

“Wonderful! I’ll let you two text to sort out details or whatever you kids are doing nowadays. Toodles!”.

Andrea spent much of the night texting with Brian to sort details out, till ‘she’ claimed ‘she’ was sleepy to end the conversation.

Instead of going to bed, ‘she’ called Kristi and they chatted all through the night as though they were childhood friends, talking about their plans for the party and gossiping like a couple of bitches.

‘She’ tried to stay on the line for as long as possible, dreading the next day when ‘she’ would have to get through an appointment with a psychiatrist for the gender dysphoria diagnosis needed to begin ‘her’ legal gender change, but ‘she’ could tell Kristi was tired and let her go to bed.

Eventually tiredness overtook nervousness and Andrea finally fell asleep.