You have to.

You look at yourself for a few minutes. With a sigh, you carefully take all of it off and put it back where you found it. Naked you then carefully putt the dresses back in their bags. The oversized dildos are next to go. You put them back exactly where they were before. On the left Flint, on the right, Tyson. In the middle… you look it over, it’s just so big, heavy in your hand. “There’s no way this fits in someone’s ass. I’m gonna look it up.” It takes a bit of looking before you find the right website, “Bad dragon.” “Holy shit, there are so many. Oh and they have lore and art and everything. No wonder she has a little start of a collection. This is cool. Let’s see. Orochi, a kaiju, 3 heads, heh, ya, that’s a sexy dragon, hydra, whatever.” You laugh, read the little story, the dimensions, head 2.28”, shaft 2.7”, useable length 9”. “I think ginger said her dick was 9”. God, why did it feel so good. Ugh, what’s wrong with me? I don’t really like it, do I?” You heft it in your hand. Open the bag. Look it over. The end is concave, like a built in suction cup. You stick it to the desk. It stares at you. It sticks out for several minutes before flopping on the floor.

“Whoops. I better wash it off.” You turn on the tub and get it all wet. Lather it with her body wash. It glistens. You rub it in. “I bet it would stick to tile for a long time.” You stick it to the wall. “Yup, that’s on real tight.” You just stare for a minute or more. “There’s just no way. Heh, eh, ginger said my ass was built for anal, that she was in really easy, and it was tight, and nice, and that I was… Fuck it…”. Your cock is raging hard. Squirting on a bunch more body wash you turn around, aim, guide it, and the head just slides in. “Oh fuck. It’s in. It hurts. Oh I fucked up. I bet I’m bleeding.” But it didn’t hurt. Not really. You yanked it out, spin around, inspect it for signs of blood. Finger your tight hole. “I’m fine. It felt… weird. I’ll just put it back.”

You stand up, grab it, it doesn’t want to come off. Not yet. “Oh, so what you want to fuck me now?” You wag it up and down, it’s nodding, yes, it wants to…. You turn around, guide it, the head slides in. You gently grab your cock, stroking, pushing back against the wall. Cum drips over your fingers. “Oh fuck that’s nice. I’m an anal slut. Fuck why is it so good.” You rock forwards and backwards, slowly fucking yourself. You can feel the scales, rubbing your insides. At least you think you can. You aren’t sure how much of all this is just in your head. Soon you are bouncing off the wall, grabbing the curtain rod, hammering away. Giving yourself a good fucking. “Fuck. It is a monster. It’s never going to get soft. Never going to cum. You rub the tip of your cock, lick your fingers, just fucking and fucking, and fucking till your knees are wobbly. “Fuck.” You slide off. Sit down. Panting. It’s still hard. Mocking you. You can’t help but smile. “You win Orochi. You win. But next time I’ll best you. You just wait. Fuck. I need a drink. My mouth is so dry.”

“I better clean this up and get dressed. I still need to go get my stuff. Fuck I’m really hungry. What time is it.” You quickly and carefully put all her stuff away. When you look in the mirror, you can’t resist putting on just a bit of lip gloss, which is easy enough, eye liner, which is much harder, then just a little bit of eyeshadow, which proves to be very difficult and you spend way to long on it. Just a bit of purple and…. You give yourself a quick ponytail, then tie it up. “Cute. Ugh, stop smiling. You’re not a girl. I’m Alex, not Lexi.” As you say Lexi you instinctively rise up on your toes a bit. Your voice just a touch higher. “Fuck me, I fucking love saying Lexi. It’s just I dunno, cute, sexy. Heh, sexy Lexi.” You grab your phone. “Wait how the fuck is it 6:30? I’m so stupid. Eh, that explains why I’m so hungry. Gah. Clothes. Food. Get the stuff tomorrow. What if they aren’t open Sunday? Fuck Lisa is going to get home and find me naked in her room. Damn it Lexi. Move your sexy little ass. Get dressed damn it.”

You look at the outfit she got for you. “I bet we’re actually pretty close in size, her underwear fit great. I could…”