Even more surgery

Post-surgery grogginess aside, the main feeling Devin was experiencing was the pervading sense of depression and self-hatred from his revelation a week ago.

That was until he went to the toilet, sitting down as he was taught to by his digital tutor, but felt the sensation of peeing was remarkedly different than normal.

Unable to see past his boobs, Devin felt air where his tiny dick and balls should be, instead finding a fleshy slit with a sensitive nub where his male anatomy once was.

“OH PLEASE DEAR GOD FUCK NO!!”, Devin screamed, as he ran to the full-body mirror, seeing for himself the vagina replacing his meat and two vegetables.

“ANNIE!!! YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING COCK?!!”, yelled Devin into his room.

“Well Clarice and I thought if you want to learn your lesson about how it feels for a girl to be fucked and disposed of, then you ought to really know how it feels to have sex as a girl. And if you want the points to change back, then you’ll have to use that tight little twat of yours, capiche?”, Annie answered.

Down at breakfast. Rebecca, Maria and Stacey were delighted to see Davina after a week-long absence, the vagina taking longer than the other procedures to fully heal, even while accelerated.

When they asked her what procedure she had done, Davina just gave a vague indication of some internal surgery, and the girls took the hint not to pry more, letting them know they were there for her if she wanted to talk and changing the subject to update Davina on all the sexy times they had been having the past few days, till Darnell and Becky showed up.