Nope! You're too distracted...

“I… uh…”

You continue to speak words but don't really say much of anything as your eyes still linger on the tent in his boxers.

It must be huge…! You were shorter now than before, so it was understandable why you felt so… so… Jealous? No, so envious, rather. So, desiring of it. Old, foreign memories of your male size came to mind and, even from underneath the material, you could tell he was so much bigger. You would have relished having a dick that big. Just imagine how girls would stare at it, dreaming about it and the pleasure it could bring you. You would relish taking a dick that big. Just imagine how it could completely fill you, claim you. Make you- Wait…

“Ah, I get it now”

“Wha-”

You’ve barely snapped out of it before his arm was around your waist, fingers dancing about your waistband…

“Wh- whoa, hold on!” you protest, weakly pushing against his solid frame.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your first job simple - Did Mike send ya?”

Mike? What was he talking about? Why was it so hard to stay focused!?

“No, look, please, this is some kind of misunderstaaaah-” You try to explain, but are cut off yet again as a sensation you never experienced before races through your body.

Pleasure. Pure, unfamiliar pleasure tears through you as his fingers find your groin, teasing your lower lips. If he wasn’t there to lean against, you fear you would have fallen over. His hand was already in your pants, the thin, black underwear Alicia gave you the only thing separating his fingers from your new womanhood. Your eyes have trouble focusing and your breath dances between short, sharp gasps and longer periods of breathless twitching, mouth agape, and head refusing to remain still. Your eyelids flutter, physical perception narrowing to where you’re being assaulted below.

“Damn, you’re a sensitive one! Really must be your first time." He almost seems to chuckle at your delirious state.

His voice brings you out of it again, and you try to focus once more, finding yourself leaning against his torso, your head laying against his chest and hand gripping his shirt. You’re walking along with him. You don’t remember walking, but find yourself almost floating along as he leads you somewhere. Slowly, but surely... you’re not certain where... but you’re not sure if you even care…