You ignore the voice and give your new body a more "thorough" inspection

You ignore the voice and stare into your new brown eyes.

"Fuck. This girl is hot!" You whisper to yourself.

You probe your new breasts with your hands and smile at yourself. A sudden wetness forms between your thighs. You giggle.

"I'm a horny little thing!"

You slide a hand down to your groin and lightly probe the wet lips of your pussy. A tingling sensation washes over you. You pinch a nipple with your other hand. This new body is definitely enjoying this.

You approach the mirror and give your reflection a sloppy wet kiss, still teasing your labia. You lightly brush two fingers over your clitoris. The sensation is foreign, and without question, very pleasurable, but you feel your body long for a deeper thrust. You slowly slide a few fingers into your pussy with little resistance. A loud involuntary moan slips out of you. The thought of stopping doesn't even enter your mind - each audible slosh from your pussy takes further and further from this foreign bedroom.

Just as you're about to reach what may have been the climax, you hear another knock at your door. You pause, fingers still inside your pussy.

"MICHELLE. Time. To. Go. Get dressed, you have to go to school." The woman says sternly.

"Just, um, a sec. Getting dressed." You say waiting for the woman to leave.

"You better not still be in bed." Says the woman.

She opens the door and you swiftly slide your hand out of your pussy and put it behind your back.

"Just picking out clothes," You giggle guilty.

"Oh! Sorry, honey. Wear the dress I got you - it's on the dresser." She replies, clear embarrassed, and shut the door.

Alone once again, you inspect your wet fingers and place them gently in your mouth. Not bad, you think.

You slip into the yellow sundress your mother picked out and leave your room.

The house around you is comfortably upper middle class. There's art hanging in the hall, it's clean, relatively spacious, and although there's a certain sense of "home," you most definitely feel out-of-place.

As you walk down the stairs you hear her voice from the kitchen: "You're going to be late, your bag is by the door. Don't miss the bus!"

You grab your bag and head out the door.