Take up Jessica's offer

Jessica returns the favor: soon your Trish body is on her bed with Jessica's face at your new Trish crotch, her tongue doing amazing things to your new-to-you Trish clitoris. You're so turned on already that it doesn't take long for you to reach your first orgasm as a girl, and it's hard not to cry out -- but you don't want to make too much noise and attract the attention of anyone who might be in the house, although Jessica hadn't seemed worried about that in the least when as your usual self you were bringing her to orgasm in the same way.

Jessica brings your Trish body to orgasm two more times before she finally gives up. "So, how do you like being Trish instead of David?"

"Right now I wouldn't mind being Trish for the rest of my -- or do I mean her? -- life," you find yourself saying, your Trish voice striking you as just the voice you're supposed to have. "That was totally amazing! I'm not sure it's better for us girls but I loved it! But David can't just vanish, and I don't know how to be Trish."

"Well, I can help you with the second problem," she says, getting up. She licks her lips and makes a contented noise, as if your Trish crotch was delicious, then goes to get something from the other side of the room. You get out of bed -- it's different, with the lower center of gravity you have as Trish -- and Jessica is next to you again, holding two objects that look like somewhat expensive pens, one black and one brown. "The black one made the original Trish into the Trish suit you're wearing," she said. "If I zap you with the brown one, you get Trish's memories too!"

"And lose the ones I have of being David?"

"No," says Jessica. "You keep those, and when you take the Trish suit off you'll lose your Trish memories."

"So one zap from the brown `pen' and I'll be able to pass for the real Trish completely?" you ask.

"Yup," says Jessica. "Look, you don't have to take over her life unless you really want to, but if you're going to be Trish outside of this room, don't you want anyone you meet to think you're the real Trish?"

"Well..." you say.