Size Matters

You've got pep in your step as you navigate the though the normal tedium of the work day. Happily you complete task after task with a smile. Cheerful would be a way to describe you.

Passing by your cubicle, Wanda stops for a brief visit. "Hey, Patrick" she greets. "Hey, Wanda. What's up?" You return. "You seem really up today." She compliments. "I'm feeling great!" You respond. "Well I couldn't help but notice. Well, since I know your secret and all. Well, you might benefit from a trip to the rest room. If ya know what I mean." As she sets a new panty liner down on your desk while winking.

"Uh oh!" You think. "What in the world could that be about?" You silently ask yourself. "I better go check it out." heading quickly to the men's room and into a stall, you latch the door and drop trou and take a seat. You then see what Wanda meant. There was a small wet spot on your khaki pants right about where they would have ridden up to your pussy back when you had such a thing. You're also seeing a bit of a bigger wet spot in your boxer briefs in the same vicinity. Confused, you verify that your male equipment is still there. Then you spread your knees and lift your balls with your left hand and slip your right hand into your crotch only find a well lubed sopping wet cunt!! "What the....How did this happen? But how can I be surprised? After all I have been through, Man!" Your thoughts race as wipe that hot mess dry, well, semi-dry. As long as you are seated you decide to pee. "Yup still peeing through my dick." You confirm before attempting quite unsuccessfully to wipe dry the wet spot on your pants and then in your boxer briefs before installing Wanda's panty liner, standing and recovering to return to your cubicle.

Wanda slips you a note which read, "Did you catch that?" You flip it over and write the answer on the back, "I'll explain later. TY!" and pass it back to her.

The afternoon went by uneventfully as you made a point to remain seated at your desk. Your demeanor has fallen a bit since you realized, "I have my maleness back but I'm still a man with a vagina!" "Shit!"

As you are carefully walking toward the exit at the end of your work day, Wanda catches up to you at the door. "Ok Pat, spill it. What has changed?" "Please sit in my car with me while I explain." You don't want others to hear. "Ok." Slam, slam. "You remember how I got into my secret situation." You start. "Yes." She listens, "Well the X-Change Company made me a special pill to restore my correct genitalia but when I took it, all it did was increase my body hair." "Nice beard." She interrupts. "Then after I attended the tent revival, I felt better about everything and the next morning I woke up with my junk back! I just assumed that the pussy was gone but obviously, it's not! Thank you for the protection, by the way." You stop there. "You're welcome. How can I help?" She asks knowing that there just isn't anything she can do for you. "Well," you say, "For starters, just like today, please keep an eye on me in case I'm having an accidental leak through or a feminine hygiene product is showing through my pants. I'm a bit self conscious now that, well, I can't wear the panties I wore with a panty liner now with my man equipment in the way so I'm going to have to figure a way to improvise." You reveal your fears. "I have some ideas but you'll have to stop by my place for me to figure things out for you." She suggests. "Ok. What options are there?" You ask. "You'll see. Follow me home."

Upon arrival, Wanda invites you in and closes the door behind you. "Nice apartment." You compliment as she leads you into her bedroom. "Take off your pants." She commands as she steps away from the closet with a measuring tape. "What?" You question. "Don't worry." She tries to relax you. "I have to get some measurements in order to be able to help you." She explains. "This should just take a second." As she drops to her knees and slips the tape between your knees with her right hand and reaches around your right leg and grabs it with her left hand. Then, holding the tape in both hands, she thrusts them up to your crotch and measures from your rectum to the back of your scrotum and releases the tape with her left hand while holding her right thumb on the measurement. Red faced, you stand there with your dick beginning to harden in your boxer briefs.

Now Wanda is in creativity mode in the bathroom with the measuring tape on a regular panty liner. "Hmmm. Looks like we can lose about an inch and a half off the front and she shortens the liner with a scissors. Then she brings a Sharpie and says, "Hold still." while holding the shortened liner over your pussy, she marks the front and the back on your boxer briefs so you will know where to stick the shortened liner. Then explains it all to you before putting the shortened liner in your shirt pocket. "I know where I'd like to stick 'em!" You think just as Wanda's right hand brushes your now hard cock through your undies. Then she reaches up and gets the waistband and gently slides them down to your knees and starts licking the head of your high hard one. She takes your shaft in her right hand and presses her left hand into your belly to get you to fall back onto the bed. Then she begins the BJ in earnest. Her head bobbing up and down on your cock while her right hand strokes it. Her left hand invades your twat with a couple fingers plunging in and out. You are now not in control of your movements as your hips buck to the action until you climax blowing your load down Wanda's throat as she continues her **** your pussy driving you over the edge to ecstasy! "Wow! A male and a female orgasm all in the same body!" You think, smiling.

After you catch your breath, you thank Wanda and say, "Good bye" as you need to get home to Tammy. Much to your surprise, you get home before she does. "Good time to get some things done." You think. You grab a scissors and your box of panty liners. Using the one that Wanda cut for you as a pattern, you quickly shorten all of them in the box and put them back under the bathroom sink in the vanity cabinet. Then off with your pants and boxer briefs. You find a Sharpie and mark all of your other male underwear just like Wanda did the pair you were wearing so you could easily position your renovated leak protection as needed. Clothes to laundry basket and then into the shower you go for a much needed wash.

Tammy arrives with a car load of groceries, finding you dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and tank top style T shirt. You help carry in and put away the groceries and stick a pizza in the oven, open a couple beers and sit down with Tammy to "talk".

Tammy opened with, "Where did you go? and How did you get your man parts back, Patty?" You explain, "I went for a walk and listened to a preacher at a tent revival. They prayed for me and I had a changed attitude. More positive, I'd say. Then when I woke up, it was here...there..uh..I mean down there." "I know what you mean." Tammy mused. "I enjoyed the sex we had this morning. Your cock is the perfect size for me!" She said in an inviting way. "Wanna do it again?"