Scott Explores Her New Situation

Scott stared off onto the ocean, she could tell something was amiss. She could tell she wasn't a he. She could tell this wasn't a dream.

She could tell the girl from before was gone. She could tell that she was the girl. She could tell that she had heavy breasts hanging free from her chest. She could tell there was a rift between her legs. She could tell her hair was longer, and that that it was tickling her new nipples. She could tell this might be bad.

She could tell this was the necklaces doing.

Scott snapped out of her daze. And looked down at her nearly naked form. There was the girl's bikini from before, and all that Scott had on was her shorts from before the merge.

Of course, if this was a dream, why would she try to escape it. Scott lifted her hands up to her face, examined them, then ran them down her facial features. Her hands feel smaller on her head. Her lips are bigger. She moved down to her neck and found her adam's apple to be much smaller than before.

"Hello... me." Scott told herself, "I really am a girl," she continued. Her voice was an alto, she also had a much more flexible tongue. "Am I, hot?"

Scott's hand continued moving, flinching for a moment above her breasts, and continuing down around her nipples. She lifted each breast in one hand. "They're heavy," She noticed. "Much heavier than I thought." Scott pressed her breasts together, and made an astonishing amount of cleavage between them.

Going farther down, she felt around the her new stomach. The girl from before works out a lot, she was tone. Although, she did inherit a bit of Scott's stomach fat from before. Her hips were also of great interest. She unbuttoned her shorts to relieve the pressure from her hips and rear. It was like having a cushion attacked to her butt - her fingers sunk in and could knead around just like at her boobs.

Scott didn't care about going lower, she already had reached what she was interested in. Her vagina. Her crotch. Her pussy. She was entranced just by feeling it on her body. Scott's fingers danced around her nether regions, squishing the lips between his legs. It was like a plump fruit that released juice whenever she pinched it between her fingers. Blood flowed rapidly between her thighs, and her clit had poked out of it's hood. At the same time, something else began to collect blood in a much familiar way.

Scott hadn't noticed it, but she still had a dick between her legs, right below her newfound womanhood. It filled with lust and the head reached out from under it's covering. The tip of her dick pressed against her pussy lips, meeting tip to tip with her clit. Scott's hands pinched her lips around the head of her penis. She moaned in her low alto. Just hearing her own voice could get her dick harder.

Her fruity juices slicked Scott's dick in precum. And giving a pinch to her head let out a slippery liquid all over her crotch.

It wasn't time for fingers anymore. "Okay girl," She said while stroking her cock, "I hope we're ready."

Scott bent her dick over and pushed it into her pussy. It didn't take so much as a flinch for her penis to reach straight back up and slip all the way inside her fruity walls.

She was hitched to the brook on herself. Scott sang a sexy tune from the discovering what it felt like for her vaginal walls to get a massage from her penis entering through it all in one move.

Scott began to run her right hand back and forth over her base and vulva. And moved her left back and to her boobs to pinch down on her nipples. When she did her pussy crunched down around her dick. "How the hell can girls have it this good!" She cried out. Her dick was slipping around all throughout the folds of her pussy.

Scott's legs shut on instinct. She was lying on her side in the shaded sand beneath the pier, writhing in an unexperienced pleasure. Her hand reached out of her filled thighs and brought a sweet and savory taste to her mouth. She sucked down on her fingers, mimicking the sucking of her nether lips on her shaft.

She filled her hands full of her own tits and kneeded them like a baker does his dough. Scott began to spread her legs again as her undiscovered peak approached. She squeezed both hands down her breasts and clasped onto her areolae.

She screamed like a girl when it hit her.

Scott's dick flung from her vag as the joint orgasm ran up her legs and through her body.

Semen gashed out of her pussy, and a clear fluid squirted from her cock. Scott had not only been through her first female sexual experience, but with her own penis none-the-less.

The girl was grasping her breaths as she recuperated. Her tits swayed back and forth from the hard movement of her lungs.

Scott sat up on the beach, and took a look down at her sexes. Her dick was covered in sperm and white nutrients. She wouldn't want to clean that off in the ocean. But, "Maybe I'm flexible enough to.."

She began to bend her back over and move her face down between her legs. She ran her tongue along the height of her vulva, and licked the tip of her head. Scott took her own penis into her mouth and licked off all the sperm from it. She held the white liquid in her mouth for a moment, "It's just like I've heard..." She thought, and swallowed.

Scott felt her body begin to calm down. And then, her mind was clear again. "Guess that doesn't change," she joked to herself.

She looked at her necklace. The gem hanging from the gold chain was green, and under the beach sun, reflected a separate blue and yellow light. It was at least three inches tall, "Must be worth a fortune, especially for what it can do." But what Scott really wanted to know was how to unmerge herself. It would be fun to go walk the beach looking like this. She'd be able to bed anyone she wanted with this body. But if someone found her while looking for Scott, or even the other girl from before. There'd be no explanation for her condition, or what happened to the other girl, or even a way to know if anyone would believe she was either of those people.

All Scott had was a description to go by and her cellphone to try and find a lead. She began to browse the endless sea of the internet for answers.

Her search led to old forums threads and blog posts from before the internet was organised. When anyone could say anything and there was no way to tell loons from mages. Scott searched for anything that could relate to the object around her neck, "green gem, gold chain," "fusion necklace," "magic necklace," "merge necklace." And it took a bit of searching, a bit of panicking, a bit of going to the twentieth page or search results, and a lot of fearing what would happen if this was just Scott's life now, until she found a lead.

It matched the description, "green gem, gold chain. A hexagon baguette cut." All she could find was a post from someone, who heard from someone, who claimed to be the previous owner, that it could merge bodies together and apart at the wearers whim. And that after having their life ruined by it, the last person to have it threw it into the ocean. If that's the case, then Scott should just be able to become himself again with a whim. She could go back to being a he, and just hide the necklace away. Or maybe, considering how many other good looking people are on the beach, could try to hook up with someone with a greatly improved physique.

And in her exploration, masturbation, and investigation, Scott had failed to remember that she was still under the pier, and was very much lacking any covering. "Elisa, what are you doing!" a girl yelled at Scott from behind. Scott curled up in shame, and slowly turned her head to face whoever was behind her.

The girl became red and looked away. "Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said, believing she was talking to the wrong person - or was she. This girl was also Spanish, and looked likely to be the sister of the girl Scott is merged with. Whatever the case, she's hot. And Scott would not want to lose someone like her.

Scott spoke up, with a very different accent to the girl's own, "Are you looking for someone? Uh, if so, I could help you!"

"Really?" The girl replied. "Well, you seem a bit under-dressed to be out at the beach here."

Scott looked over to her clothes, down to her tits, and let out a sigh. "It's no bother to me. But, uh..." She went over to put on her swimsuit, the girl behind her slowly tried to avert her eyes. Scott removed her shorts, exposing her full nudity to the girl behind her, and slipped on her orange bottoms. Before realising she still had a penis to hide, and fumbled to quickly put her shorts back on. "I- uh, I'm... Carly, by the way." Scott, or now so Carly stammered. She put top back on and turned around to fully face the girl.

The girl took a slow look up and down Carly's body before replying, "I'm, Anne."

"So Anne, what brings you down under the pier." Carly asks with a wide smile.

Anne continued to be hesitant. "My sister, Elisa, I'm looking for her," she explained, "Have you seen a tan girl, brown hair, brown eyes, with an orange bikini on; kinda like the one kind you're wearing?"

Carly was sure of her previous suspicion. "Oh... No, don't think I have."

"Okay, thanks anyways." Anne replies. And as she turned away, Carly caught her by the arm.

"Wait. I could help you find your sister- Elisa. I think I'd be a good help," Carly continued, "we could search the pier together and try the beach and with twice the eyes I'm sure we'll be able to find her!"

"Sure, I suppose."

"Great!" Carly exclaimed. "Wait, but before that. Um, can you take a pic of me? I don't really have anyone else who can do this for me."

"Sure." Anne complied, and was given Scott's phone to take the picture. Carly sat down on the beach as her existence was forever saved onto Scott's gallery. "Actually, can you take just one more?" And as Anne went to take another picture, Carly pulled her top up and exposed her boobs in front of the camera and few who were lucky enough to notice, forever saving her nipples to Scott's gallery as well. "Alright! Thank's for doing that for me!"

Anne had diverted her head. Embarrassed to see such oddly familiar breasts flashed to her. "Yeah. No prob." She said as Carly skipped over with her top still off.

Carly wrapped her arms around Anne's torso and pressed their boobs together. Anne didn't express her ****. In fact, the more she had her body pressed up against Carly's, the less **** she felt, and more she began to enjoy it.

Carly releases Anne from her embrace and redoes her bikini top. "Alright! Let's get looking for Elisa!"

Anne was growing more and more flustered around Carly, as the two began to make their way back onto the pier to start their search for Elisa. A search which will not reach a conclusion until Carly decides so.

It's clear what had just happened. And it while it doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what it was. What it does take is a teenage boy willing to throw out everything he thought he knew for the sake of his own sexual desires. Luckily for Scott, that's exactly what she is.