Some Stuff.

After my earlier escapade, I have come to realise a few things.

Firstly, my new life has a past, meaning the past of this body exists, and I was simply transferred into it. I called my parents, and they didn't seem to mind my 'new' voice, which confirms this. Do others know about this body? The phrasing sounds a bit off.

Secondly, it's like a constant state of arousal for a female version of myself. The only difference is that this body is attractive. I have experienced intense sexual pleasure repeatedly, to the point of exhaustion. After only 20 minutes, my arousal returns and my mind is consumed with lust. Although this body is smaller and weaker than my original body, it possesses the same properties. The areas where I feel tingling are the same, as well as the scar between two of my toes, and so on.

Lastly, I feel great.

Was I complaining because I was bored? Because I was being boring? Well, lucky me, because this is so exciting, even if it's a bit unusual. I don't oppose any of this, but I can't see myself in the role of a woman, in whatever way that may be, just yet. Initially, I was hesitant to use the dildo or the buttplug. However, I must admit that I tried both and enjoyed them. While one is for temporary use, the other is not. As for my current situation, I am still using it.

Moving on, I am dreading going to university, but fortunately, I have already completed the entrance ceremony on the first day. Yesterday's event was uneventful and many people were disengaged. Today is the official entrance ceremony, which all students are required to attend. However, it is not very exciting and most people prefer to attend the unofficial party the following day, which tends to be more lively. Nonetheless, the first event is still useful for getting to know others and deciding whom to look out for at the party.

That means I should prepare for the first evening on time. It will start in approximately three hours, which is barely enough time to organize myself with everything I have at hand right now. I don't really have the consciousness that I'd need such a long time to prepare for an evening out. It seems like my personality and tendencies have shifted as well. Does that mean I became a totally different person with only my memories remaining? To be honest, I felt a strange sense of acceptance when using the dildo.

Let's stop there. I shouldn't dwell on it too much, or I might become aroused again.

I reach under my skirt and feel myself. It's too late, I'malready feeling aroused.

I glance towards the magic wand.

No! Stop it and regain control. .... I should go out for a while. I stand up and move around a bit. Something feels off. It's strangely uncomfortable. I glance back at the magic wand, then towards another toy.

I really shouldn't do this....

....

Why did I decide to do this?I am currently walking through town, although it may be a risky situation for me at the moment.

A bunch of dudes pass by, checking me out as they go. I gulp nervously, heart pounding. What if they can tell how worked up I am? What if they know I'm just putting on a show?

I try to act all confident, throwing my shoulders back and strutting a bit more. Feels like I'm on display, like everyone can see through me. Keep telling myself it's just a game, but the more attention I get, the harder it is to believe.

Why did I do this? And why with such a short skirt? What if anyone sees? Will they think I'm a slut? They will definitely think so. Will they call me out? Will they make advances towards me? Will they **** themselves upon me?

My mind drifts to the fantasy - being pursued by a stranger who won't take no for an answer. The thought of being overpowered, having someone make me do things, tall dude in a leather jacket... he doesn't say a word, just watching me. His presence intimidating yet exciting. My heart racing as I try to figure out what he's thinking.

Slowly, hed reache out, running his hand down my arm. I catch my breath as goosebumps rise on my skin. He pulls me closer, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispers, "You look like you're in trouble." I gulp, heart pounding. "I... I don't know what you mean," I stammer, trying to sound confident.

He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening on my arm. "Oh, I think you do. You're just not used to admitting it." He pulls me even closer, his hand sliding down to grab my ass through my skirt.

I gasp as pleasure shoots through me. He's right - I am in trouble for having such thoughts! But I cant stop my imagination...

"What do you want from me?" My voice is trembly as I ask.

He smirks, while his fingers digg into my skin. "I want to show you what happens to girls who play games," he growls. "I want to make you beg for it."

Without warning, he spins me around and slamms me against a wall. My breath catches as his hands fondle my body, tearing at my clothes. I try to fight back, but he's too strong.

He rips my shirt open, exposing my tits to the cool air, causing my nipples to harden. He squeezes them roughly, making me moan in pleasure and grinding my hips against him.

He pulls me away from the wall, hands moving to my skirt. Ripping it down, he exposes my pantyless pussy and something else.

"The reason you were walking as though you had a stick shoved up your ass was because you actually had a buttplug inserted, you naughty girl. And youre so wet because of it?"

I gasp as he touches my clit, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I moan, head falling back against the wall.

"You like that, huh?" he asks in a low growl.

"Yeah," I whisper, voice shaking.

He smirks, teasing me more. "Then maybe you should beg for it."

"Please," I whisper, barely audible over my pounding heart.

He chuckles darkly, stopping his teasing. "Not good enough," he says. "You're gonna beg for it, and you better mean it."

I look up at him, eyes wide with fear and desire. He smiles wickedly, cock hard and throbbing.

Without warning, he grabs my hair. "Now beg," he growls.

"Please," I whisper, voice trembling. "Please... do me."

He smirks, tightening his grip. "Beg like you mean it."

"Please, do me hard," I whimper, voice trembling. "I need it so bad."

He lets go of my hair, hands on my shoulders. He pushes me down, cock at my lips. "Open up," he commands.

I obey, taking him in. He's bigger than I expected, filling my mouth. I start to suck, swirling my tongue. He groans, hips moving.

Grabbing my hair again, he pulls my head back. "That's it," he growls. "Suck it like the slut you are."

I moan, sucking harder, flicking my tongue. He groans, hips thrusting.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally pulls out, leaving me whimpering.

Grinning, he says, "Time for the main event,".

Lifting me up against the wall, he spanks me hard. "Tell me you want it," he growls.

"Fuck me," I whimper. "Please fuck me silly."

He smiles, hand on my pussy, teasing me. I moan.

"Please!" I plead with **** voice.

He chuckles, hand on my hip, he pushes his cock against me. I moan, my body aching for him.

Slowly, he enters me, inch by inch, pausing, he grips my hips.

"You like that?" he asks in a low growl.

"Yes," I whimper. "Please, do me harder."

He smirks, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. I cry out, body taking him in. He starts thrusting and hitting my sweet spot.

I moan with head back against the wall.

He withdraws before plunging back in, hitting deep. I scream, pleasure and pain mixing. Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy through me, my pussy gripping him desperately.

He grins down at me with eyes full of lust. "You like that, right?" he growls.

I whimper, nodding. "Yes, please... more," I beg.

He chuckles darkly, hands tight on my hips as he pounds into me relentlessly. The sting of his handprint on my ass adds to the pleasure.

I feel myself edging towards release, body craving the climax. His cock hits all the right spots, bringing me closer to orgasm.

As he continues, becoming more primal, I surrender to the sensation. Arching my back, I offer myself to him for more.

Breathing hot against my ear, he whispers, "You're mine now." I moan, trembling with need and desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes me over the edge. I cry out in ecstasy as pleasure washes over me, body convulsing.

He watches me, predatory gaze hungry. I've surrendered, brought to the brink by him.

I tremble with pleasure an he gives in to his own urges aswell. With a groan, he finds release inside me, warmth filling me.

Panting, spent, the air thick with sex. Sweat covers me, mind in a fog-

OH MY FUCKING GOD! SNAP. THE FUCK. OUT OF IT, YOU CRAZY IDIOT!

Oh my fucking fuck. You stupid motherfucker, what do you think youre doing midtown?!

I realise I was standing still trhoughout my whole fantasy.

Fuck. Some people are staring.

Better keep walking...