Tracy's shower

Tracy stood in the bathroom, staring at her again female body. How had she always taken her boobs for granted? Her hips? Her toned abdomen? Her hair? She was such a beautiful girl and she’d almost lost it forever. She wanted to cry.

She would have too, but she couldn’t right now. She was covered in her own cum and she needed to call Rick. Covered in my own cum she mused how fucking weird is this day? Curiously, she scooped some of her cum up with finger, putting it on her tongue and swallowing. She widened her eyes in surprise, she hadn’t expected it to be good, not like Rick’s ever was.

She stopped distracting herself and took her pants off. They were too big now, so it was nice to just have them off. She called Rick as she started turning on the shower.

“Hey Babe? Everything ok? You’re late.” Rick answered after the second ring.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” Fuck, it was so good to hear her own voice again, “I’m with the girls, I totally forgot, babe. Can we reschedule?” She asked hopefully.

“Of course, Babe. We can meet tomorrow, kay?” He heard the running water through the phone, and Tracy could hear his smirk. “How about sending me a pic to make up for it?”

Tracy rolled her eyes, but only a little, after what had happened, she kind of wanted to send a nude, if only to confirm she was herself again. “Ok, babe. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Rick hung up and Tracy stepped into the shower, sighing as the warm water washed her cum down the drain and cascaded over her body. She avoided washing her hair, as she had only just grown it back, but took extra time around her waist and stomach.

Lost in the water, Tracy’s fingers gently found the folds of her reformed pussy. She’d missed having this part of herself, and took a moment to indulge, rubbing her finger against her clit and leaning against the wall. She let the pleasure consume her as her world became moans and sighs.

Stopping for a moment, she took a selfie of herself with her fingers against her clit, sending it to Rick with a heart emoji. The rush that sending a selfie sent through her nearly sent her over the edge, it felt so good to be a woman again, and as she watched the “read” icon appear she could have cried, imagining Rick seeing it, beating himself off. She massaged herself faster and faster, writhing against the wall.

Tracy groped her breast, letting the soft flesh fill her hand and relishing the feeling of it. The weight of her tits, the softness of her skin, the feeling of her nipple. She was so happy to feel it all again. Her phone dinged and she checked it, greeted by a picture of Rick’s cock. Thick and stiff, the cock she loved. She rubbed herself more as she imagined herself on her knees, forcing Rick’s cock deep into her throat, gagging herself with it while she touched herself.

She moaned and pushed her fingers into her pussy, yearning to simulate the feeling of Rick’s cock inside her. She yearned to feel his length all along her pussy, sliding along his shaft and kissing him deeply. She needed him, to feel him, to hear him call her beautiful, to feel like the woman she was.

Tracy orgasmed against the wall, crying out in moans. She closed her eyes and tensed, then started to cry. She was a girl again, and she was so happy.