Storytime

Naoto slowly sunk down beside me. Suddenly realizing that my boxers were still in her grip, she let out a nervous laugh, and tossed them aside.

"A-heh. Um. Well...to start at the beginning. I guess you probably know that I, uh, spent the last several years of my life...most of my career, really...pretending I was, well...male."

"Yes, it was a surprise to everyone in the community when we learned otherwise," I told her. It was only partly a lie. I'd never been fooled, but the game had treated it as a huge surprise, so... "If you'll allow me to guess...you adopted that persona because our profession tends to be something of an old boy's club, no?"

"You are...perceptive, John," she said, actually smiling for the first time since she'd been here. "That was...certainly part of it. I never felt comfortable in my own body...until last year, I...met some people who helped me come to terms with myself. But ever since then...since I started living as a woman...I've started having these...thoughts. These...these nasty, perverted thoughts! I never used to think about things like this...let alone touch myself in a handsome stranger's shower while I wondered what his cock looked like!" The last part slipped out in a sudden rush, and her eyes grew wide as dinner plates when she realized what she had just said.