Recovery

You grab the sheet to try to cover your nude form and maintain some form of decency as you swing your legs over the side of the hospital bed to stand up. Everything looks slightly different. You're not quite sure why, but you figure once you have a few moments to spend in quiet, maybe you can figure that out too. Your balance is a little off with these breasts - your new endowments, and you’re still quite weak from the entire ordeal.

“Take your time resting in the recovery room. I’ll send for Samantha shortly.” Dr. Lybeck takes a moment to eye your form and then, as if disinterested, motions to the door to your left.

You shuffle over, open the door, and enter.

The room is small, dull, coated in pastel blue. There’s a full sized bed along one wall, a porcelain sink and stall on the other. A full length mirror hangs on the back of the door but you aren’t ready for that sight just yet. Instead you find your eyes drawn to the only colorful item in the room, a small stack of folded clothes on the bed. You walk over and sit there next to them, a chuckle escapes as you realize what you’re looking at.

You hold the colorful plaid skirt out before you and as you examine it, dangling from your slender fingers, you reason out that of course they would have girl’s clothes for you to wear. You can’t really pass as a man anymore, and your old clothes wouldn’t fit. But you still feel uncomfortable accepting all of this just yet. It’s so sudden.

You slowly breathe in and take a moment for yourself, as the good doctor suggested, to examine your new form a little better. Long red hair falls down over breasts, somewhere in the D cup range, hanging from your chest. Quite nice. Reaching up with your hands you explore and manipulate them and all the sensitive tingles they present to you. The weight, more than you would have imagined. The areolas are large. The nipples easily harden under your caress as you roll them between thumb and forefinger. God that feels nice! All of it feels so new and sensitive. You find that grabbing and squeezing them releases some unexplainable ache within your chest. You massage them a bit, enjoying that release of tension for a time and tell yourself that this is going to take a while to get used to but it does have it's good points.

Your mind returns once again to the present and the rest of the clothes on the bed as you look down and notice the pink lace panties and bra which sit atop the pile. There. Staring you in the face. The truth of the your current existence lays before you.

Panties.

Lace Panties.

Pink Lace Panties.

Your Pink Lace Panties.

You slowly pick them up and hold them in front of you. The sight is so normal and odd at the same time. Feminine hands, small fingers complete with long fingernails holding delicate rose pink panties before you. It's so surreal. As if it could be someone else's hand, as if your viewing some immersive commercial for a new Victoria's Secret lineup. And yet you feel them with those tender fingers. They slide between thumb and forefinger and you notice how smooth and soft they are, like the petal of a flower, subdued, gentle. They're pretty and nice. They would probably feel great against your skin.

Wait. What are you thinking? You aren't really wanting to wear panties. You're just kind of stuck in this position because of some mistake in the experiment. Dr. Lybeck will get this whole thing straightened out soon and you will be back to normal. This is only because they don't have clothes that fit you. You'll just have to pretend for a while. You only look like a girl. You've still got a dick, right?

Looking down between your breasts, there it sits. Looking out of place amongst your smooth narrow waist and wide hips, small and pathetic, but definitely a penis. You reach down to grab hold of it once again. What once was a cock to be proud of, Long and Thick and Hard, is now shriveled and tiny and pitiful. It looks so small, even in your new petite hands. It's shameful what you've become, some sissified version of your old self. A gentle sigh escapes your lips. Even that sounds girlish.

Looking once again at the panties, rose pink lace intricately woven throughout, considering this foreign concept of wearing women's underwear, you resign yourself to your new but temporary situation and grabbing them in hand decide to get on with it. Not quite sure of what you're doing, you note how small they are and after turning them around a few times you figure the tiny pink bow must signify the front as you bend over and place each leg within them. There’s a certain indescribable feeling, a tingle as you slide them up your soft bare girlish legs, which last time you saw were manly and covered in hair. The silky feel of fabric as they are slowly pulled up to your hips encasing you. Instantly you're aware of how they grab your ass. As if they are tightly holding your cheeks yet digging in to your crack at the same time, making it impossible to not be consciously aware of your ass and groin, making you even more apprehensive of your predicament. You adjust your undersized cock, making sure it's bound within them, even if it does look a little off with the slight bulge. The panties are constricting but for some reason you feel somewhat empowered by the touch of lace against your nethers. That fabric sliding between your cheeks, as if you’re doing something dirty, something deviant. And it feels good.

You walk over to stand before the full size mirror hanging from the back of the door. A beautiful red haired girl stares back from behind bright blue eyes. Large D-cup breasts rise and fall with each breath. You reach up to brush some of that hair back behind your ear and notice just how sexy you actually are. You even turn a little to accentuate your curves and show off that perfectly round ass in those tight pink panties. God, you make a sexy woman! And that ass looks so nice. You stare for a moment to fully examine and appreciate this woman in the mirror, sexy curves, soft skin, beautiful tits, full pouty lips. She's amazing. You're eyes are instinctively drawn toward her crotch and you see that small package oddly protruding within the panties. Whoah. Your little cock is getting hard just looking at yourself. If it were anywhere near a normal sized prick it would have busted free from that feminine enclosure by now but it's just barely pushing outward, straining for release. You watch in the mirror as girlish hands reach down and give that slight bulge a slow short rub through the panties. Oh that feels nice. She does it again. Oh yes. She begins to rub, up and down, back and forth. You hear a tender moan part from her luscious lips. This hot woman reflected before you, rubbing her pussy through those panties, back and forth, faster now, truly masturbating for you. She can feel the moistness soaking through her panties, letting her fingers slide faster, back and forth, up and down. Her breath coming in shorter and shorter inhales. Moaning in pleasure. Her other hand reaches up and squeezes a breast.

"Oh yes!" You hear her scream.

Faster and faster she rubs, sliding those fingers across her panties, the fabric tugging between her ass cheeks with each motion and it feels so wonderful. You know she's about to cum, you feel it growing within, welling inside. And you feel so dirty watching this scene play out before you. Faster and faster, over and over. Her hand slick with her own juice. Her face, a show of rapturous lust and desire, her tongue licking her lips as she moans louder and louder. Groping her tits with one hand, her waist making small thrusts back and forth working with her fingers to speed her rising pleasure. Building and building, up and down, up and down, again and again, more and more and more, until finally that building pressure within releases. "YEEEEESSSS!" A high pitched moan of ecstasy fills the air as spurt after spurt of hot cum drenches those panties. She shivers and shakes in delight as pleasure roils through her body. Her legs wavering as she bends over slightly at the waist succumbing to her indulgence. It seems to last a lifetime until finally a long slow sigh exhales from her mouth. She slowly raises back up and stares back at you. Her face depicting that of a woman completely sated. Her eyes droopily staring into yours, mouth open and still slowly panting from the rush of excitement.

And then you notice it. A slow line of creamy cum, dripping out of those panties and making its way down her milky thigh.

With a slight gasp you come to your senses, a feeling of shame washing over you as you look down at the mess you've made. The pink panties wet from semen. Your hand raised out before you, strands of cum web between your feminine fingers and dangle towards the floor like little slick drops of remorse, that unmistakable stench of jizz permeating your nostrils. What did you do? Why did you do that?

In an attempt to hide your sin you rush over to the sink and begin washing your hands. You can still feel the cum dripping down your leg, runny and slick, reminding you of your recent pleasure. Why did you do that? Oh, but it did feel good. What are you going to do? You're not some sissy boy are you? Thoughts are racing through your mind, full of confusion and embarrassment, as you rush to clean up any evidence of what you just did. No one will ever know. You hear a womanly gasp escape your lips as you splash water on your leg to clean up your mess. It's cold on your flesh. You pull off the panties. Great, you've got cum all over your pretty panties. You begin running them under the water, scrubbing to wash them clean, to remove any indication of your regret. What are you becoming? After a bit of work, you decide they will pass for now. You wring them out, letting the last drips of water fall to the sink and then brace yourself as you slide your legs back into the wet panties.

That same tingle of being naughty, deviant, sparks through you as you feel the cold wet fabric latch on once again to your ass. You try to put it out of your head as you reach down, pulling and tucking your little cock and balls and positioning your legs just right. You examine yourself in the mirror again. "There." She says. No one would ever know you have a tiny dick hidden in those panties now. You look like the perfect girl. Now to get dressed.

You walk back over to the clothes on the bed and grab the pink bra. Uh oh, you think as you brush your hair back. Taking one off is one thing, putting one on is something else. You seem to recall seeing women sometimes put them on backwards and then rotating them around. So, you try that. You get it hooked and spun around and slide your arms through the shoulder straps. Immediately you notice how weird and foreign it feels. This contraption wrapped around your chest, binding you within. It feels awkward but also as though it's taken some of the weight off of you. You are also very aware of how it suddenly improved your cleavage and without thinking you blurt out, "Damn those are some nice titties!" And quickly bring your hand to your mouth. You notice you're giggling at yourself and it sounds so very cute, which just brings out more giggling. What is going on?

You grab the plaid skirt, pull it up over your still wet panties and zip it tight along the side. It’s uncomfortably shorter than you’d like as you grab hold of the bottom and try to impossibly stretch more fabric out of it. How do women deal with so little clothing? Ugh, It’s no use, apparently you’ll be displaying the catholic school girl look today no matter how much you want for more modest clothing. You find a white blouse among the clothes and put it on. Slightly confused at first because you notice the buttons are on the opposite side than you're used to and it’s quite tight in the chest region as you button it up. In fact, you can't get the top buttoned around your ample bosom. A small girlish grumble escapes as you become more aware of your predicament. There are so many things you're not ready for. You slide the socks on only to find that they are more like stockings, thin and white, and coming up just below your skirt with a little lacey pattern at the top. Another girlish sigh escapes your lips. You slip into the impossibly small shoes, black Mary Janes, that fit your dainty new feet perfectly. Thoughts begin to drift to how amazing it is that they had the right size for you but you are quickly distracted by the reflection in the mirror.

"WOW!" You spout in that feminine voice. Damn you're hot. Dressed up in the whole package is far more than you could have ever expected and despite having just recently cum all over your panties you feel that tiny cock begin to swell again. No. You squeeze your cheeks together forcing them to hold that cock in place as you close your eyes. You inhale long and deeply, relaxing your mind and body. You need to control yourself. You need to learn to accept this body, for now, and relax. Don't think about it. Just breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You slowly open your eyes and smile at the girl in the mirror. This is going to be difficult.