Chapter 7
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Masturbate for John
You're hesitant about exploring yourself this way in front of John - you're still very much unfamiliar with this exquisite, petite little pink thing you are, and feeling very self-conscious.
But John's words have moved you. You're not Sophie, really - you don't know how you feel about wearing that name - but you are most definitely a girl now. You chose this. You also confessed your submissive nature to John.
Standing here, wet, dripping, stark naked, your hands already at your shorn crotch, your nipples hard, hair hanging lank over your breasts, you can't really hide anything. John can see you - see right through you, and see into you.
This is what you've always wanted.
And still you feel a deep sense of embarassment as you slowly rub your fingers over your labia, searching for that little hard nub that's already overly sensitive, finding it, turning the tip of your finger in tentative circles around its perimeter.
“Try massaging your tits, Sophie,” John says. You open your eyes and see him smirking down at you.