Take a shower

Jack looked at his new female body in the mirror, his pants no longer fit and had fallen below his ankles, neither did his T-shirt which looked more like a dress as it reached below his buttocks. He noticed that his skin was still glistening after all of the sweating.

He looked at Bobby "I need a shower"

Bobby just nodded, and opened a drawer to find a towel for Jack. "You have any clothes that would fit you now?"

"No" said Jack and took the towel from Bobby, who just stood and looked at him. "Get out so I can take a shower"

Bobby almost jumped in place, "Sure, I'll get moving. You wanna get something to eat, I mean after you puked everything out."

"Yeah, sure"

"Cool" said Bobby, as he started to leave the room, then just before he close the door he lingered for just a second "Hey Jack?"

"Yeah"

"You look pretty" And immediately Bobby closed the door.

"Fuck you too" yelled Jack, he didn't want to be pretty, he just wanted to be normal again. He felt really angry about all of this, the pills, the transformation, it just made him plain mad. But still it did feel a bit nice, to be called pretty.

Jack locked the bathroom door, he didn't think that Bobby would try to sneak a peak, but he couldn't put it past him.

He pulled of his T-shirt and quickly removed his underwear, and just looked at himself for a moment. He was pretty, he did a little spin and tried to get a good look at his but. Then held his tits and tried to massage the nipples a bit. They felt weird and good, he moved a hand down between his legs and tried to feel his new vagina.

It was wet, almost felt dripping as he started to move his finger around, keeping eye contact with himself in the mirror. Jack thought for a moment that it was a strange feeling looking at a woman touching herself, and that being himself, or herself. Jack quickly dismissed the thought from his brain, he was definitely still HIMSELF, not herself.

He suddenly gasped as he found his G-spot, and as he started moving his fingers faster, he slowly moaned a bit. It felt good, better than masturbating as a man. Jack suddenly got and idea and looked around for something longer. His eyes fell upon a shampoo bottle, which was tall but slim.

"It might fit" whispered Jack to himself.

He got into the shower and turned the water on, still with one hand teasing his clit. Then he took the shampoo bottle and slowly held it before his vagina. He stood for a moment, just looking at the bottle.

"Maybe I should sit" he whispered to himself, and he got down on the shower floor and leaned against the wall. He started playing with his slit, slowly moving it round the entrance to his vagina while savoring the feeling. To get a better look, he tried to move his legs further towards his shoulders and slowly thrust his waist upwards.

"Wow, I'm flexible" he said to himself as he without any difficulty moved his legs behind his elbows and had a free view of his shaven vagina. Then he again placed the shampoo bottle above his slit and slowly worked it in. He moaned as it entered, he stopped when the bottle was a bit over halfway inside of him.

"No way" He thought, it felt weird and good to have something inside of him, he slowly took the bottle out again. And then back in, he started going faster, masturbating with a bottle in his vagina and a hand on his breast. He thought of Jen, how she moaned and how her face looked when she came on his penis. He moved it faster, and started to moan himself. He instinctively moved the hand at his breast to his mouth, and started sucking on his fingers, and then with a muffled moan through his fingers, he came. Harder than he had ever cum before, he sat for a moment. Moving the bottle slowly back and forth, even managing to push it all the way in. "Guess I am not a virgin". He said to himself.

Then he noticed that he was indeed sucking on his own fingers, as one would on a dick. He quickly removed them, feeling a little bit of shame as he placed the shampoo bottle back. His only comfort from the shameful orgasm, was the fact that he was thinking about Jen when he came. How she had looked on the giant penis, that he used to have. He almost started masturbating again, as the thought of her sucking on his dick sent a shiver down his spine. She looked really good with a dick in her mouth, and she seemed to enjoy herself. Maybe it wasn't so bad, Jack quickly stopped masturbating, as he realized he was touching himself, thinking about dick, maybe his old dick, but still not a proud moment.

He quickly washed himself, and tried not to get his hair more wet than it already was. He knew that girls made some kind of hair-towel thingy, to get their hair dry. Well Kate did. But he had no idea how to do it himself.

After showering he dried himself, and sneaked naked to his bags, where he found some clean underwear, which was way to big. He found a T-shirt, which again looked more like a dress and which he could see his nipples through. And he put on a pair of shorts with an elastic, that was just barely able to hold them above his but.

As he entered the kitchen he found Bobby warming some leftovers, Bobby looked at him with red cheeks. "So... Jack... The walls are quite thin".

Jack looked at him, both embarrassed and mad "Shut up you idiot."

They both ate food, and as they were doing the dishes Bobby looked at him "What now?"