Might as well give your new body a test drive

"Alright then, I need a minute to figure this out," you grumble. "Go to tend to the people outside while I think."

Shizune nods, and gives a bow before she disappears behind your office door. Finally, you can take a second to breathe, so you rest your elbows on your desk, rubbing your temples as you take a long, deep breath. You still haven't gotten the chance to examine your new 'equipment.' The outline of your new member is easily visible through the thin black elastic of your bottoms. The pressure of it had been poking against your inner thigh all day.

Your eyes dart to the door for a moment, then back below your desk. Surely there's no harm in giving the thing a test run, purely for medical purposes of course and not because the testosterone flushing your system is making you horny as hell. Your hand snakes down between your legs, cupping the warm, pulsing pole of meat firm. A sharp jolting sensation arcs down your legs, and the familiar heat of arousal starts to pool in your stomach. So this is what a man's pleasure feels like. You certainly don't hate it. In fact it's so foreign, you find yourself preferring it a pinch.

A long, low groan escapes you with an exhale as your palm starts to knead your shaft into your inner thigh. Your free hand meanwhile pushes the robes away from your upper body to grope at your chest, which only seemed to amplify the sensation. Every inch of your body glows in a lewd warmth.

"Fuck me, that's good," you mutter to yourself. "But I wonder what it feels like underneath..." With that, you take a moment to take a few short breaths. You had gotten so worked up so quickly. It's completely improper, but you just can't help yourself. A pulse pounds in your ears, hypnotizing you into a trance of your own baser instincts. The bulge in your leggings glares up at you intimidatingly, daring you to peel away the tight fabric and free him from his prison of constricting spandex.

And you comply. Your not-so-little friend greets the air with glee, bouncing and swaying as if stretching after a long rest, and it pulses and throbs in hunger. Luckily you know just what it needs. Two hands encircle your girlcock, squeezing a drop of precum out to test the waters. The bright red nail polish on your thumbs matches the soft eraser pink tip nicely, and the length of your shaft is smoother and more feminine than you've seen on past partners.

Either way, the allure of orgasm is chanting your name louder than ever. So you grip yourself tight and start to slowly rub your palms along your length.