[A Vagina] (But You Take It In Stride Through A Bit Of Lucky Pawing...)

You see no penis, no testicles, nothing but a moist and glistening slit! Your hand desperately darts down to try to find a dick that isn't there anymore...!

And instead brushes up against your swollen and sensitized clitoris!

"OOOOUUUH!" You moan as your mind arcs and snaps with little bolts of lightning-like pleasure, so very intense yet so different from how it was when you were male...

You can not resist the temptation to just jill-off right there; if you overlook the fact that the Dryad is flat as a griddle, she's not bad looking at all, very cute face, nice sveltely curved hourglass figure, amaze-balls hips that you just KNOW sport a taught and toned posterior, and the best part is that although she's not exactly 'displaying' herself, you can see the tiny bit of sap oozing out between her thighs. It does not take you long at all, mere seconds in fact, to furiously rub your brand spanking new clit to the point where you hiss through your teeth as you cum, hard and fast.

"Just evolved, huh?" The Dryad asks with a look of subtle interest in your newfound appreciation of having a vagina instead of a peen.

"Uh, yeah." You begin, realizing your voice has changed to a more 'smokey-feminine' register, too. "I think you know something about it, huh?" You ask in a cautiously hopeful tone.

"Yeah, started as a 'Twig-Sprite'; Dryad is a standard metamorphosis from that if you level a bit." She explains.

"Um, okay, this is going to be a little bit weird," you begin, "but I don't think it counts for the terms of my renewable micro-quest to jill-off in front of someone, or it would have proked just now. I'm pretty sure that I have to touch someone else to make it count for the achievement. Now, as long as you're touching your tree, you're kind of 'One-and-the-same', right?"

"Maybe, where are you going with this 'Shiela'?" The dryad asks, cautiously.

"I got this power from the upgrade called 'Succubus Kiss' that lets me transfer energy from myself to another being. We can satisfy each other's needs, I'm pretty sure that a deep French Kiss would count for my requirement, and your tree was hurt, so you probably hurt too. I'll give you HP and mana to heal yourself, (it's me that hurt you, after all), if you help me stay a 'named character'; deal?" You ask.

The dryad, for her part, looks you over intently, tapping her chin in thought...