Ride it!

You shake your head. That creep is getting enough from you already. 10% from your income as a model and the photos he took. Not to mention that you're certain he's wanking off to the pictures of the models in his head, including you now. You're a strong independent woman, you don’t need a man to drive you, especially not if he expects a reward

From your basement you you get your old bike – haven’t used that in a while, but it’s not in a bad shape. You get on and …. hum a little, as you feel the saddle between your legs. You move your hips and rub against the hard faux leather. Very nice.

You sometimes got a boner from the vibrations of the saddle when you went over rough terrain as a man, and back then your genitals didn’t even touch the saddle. And were less – sensitive to anything but direct stimulation than your female parts are, you have to admit in hindsight. You lick your lips. Suddenly you're kinda looking forward to this trip a lot more

You get on the bike and drive off. Thankfully, your city has generous bike so you can go most of the way to the industrial district off road. They are not perfectly maintained though, bumpy and uneven, some even made of cobblestones instead of straight pavement.

But while that bothered you immensely in your old life, it sure as hell doesn't today. You feel every bump in the road on your crotch, every pothole shakes you to the core and in connection with the constant vibrations the rolling wheels send to the saddle your pussy rides on and the physical extortion, it doesn't take long until your stomach is full of butterflies and your pussy wets your panties.

You need to stop to catch a breath. This can't be normal, can it? You have no doubt it would increase popularity of bikes among women enormously if it was, but you're sure you'd see women getting – more exited about cycling all over the place if this was the effect on all of them.

Is your body just overly sensitive? Again you have to wonder if the curse turned you into a nymphomaniac or if that’s just an expression of your true inner female side.

Or is it just a question of getting used to? This is your first bike ride in a woman's body, maybe you just needed to get used to it. Be that as it is, you're halfway there, turning back is useless now. You keep going, unsure whether you should try to suppress the feelings the vibrations create in you or just let them happen. Even though that could likely very much increase the danger of you having an – accident - at least on the bike lane you won't have to worry about hitting a car.

About five minutes later, the musings become academic - you can’t help it. You just manage to come to a halt besides a lamp post and hold on to it to not fall over as you feel your pussy convulse and send shivers all through your body.

You vaguely notice the other bikers ion the lane passing you watching, but there's absolutely nothing you can do about that, your body has taken full control.

When the orgasm finally ebbs down and you can catch your breath you notice three cyclists, two men, one woman have stopped and watch, now compliment your performance by ringing their bells. You blush hard, hit the pedals and get back on the road, but the three are following you in an inconspicuous distance, obviously hoping for another show.

You can keep yourself under control even though you so feel the tingles rising again after a few minutes, but not enough to lose control again. You do have a little bit of control over this new body by now, you’re getting used to being a woman.

You wave your slightly disappointed looking followers goodbye as you reach your destination in the industrial area, get off, lock your bike to a fence and move to the metal building in which your new modelling gig awaits you.