I knew that I had to at least try out what it felt like. I could figure everything else out later but right now I wanted to find out just how much of a woman I was.
I slowly brought my hands again to my underwear and slid them off fully. I threw the underwear into my washing basket and drew my attention to my crotch. I lent back against my pillow tried to relax, something rather difficult to do after just changing genders.
I started to touch my breasts tentatively, they felt warm and filled my hands. I touched my nipple and felt jolts of pleasure throughout my body. "Wow, I really am sensitive," I say again shocking myself with my high pitched voice.
I explore my breasts again with my hands, managing much better to cope with the jolts of pleasure. Whilst my right hand explored my breasts my left fell to my pussy. The moment I touched it ripples went through my body. I felt warm, I felt perfect. My hand rested on my lips and the warmth spread into me filling me up with pleasure.
I began to rub lightly, slowly, just making circles on the outside. Every movement felt perfect. I could not believe how this felt, it was one thousand times better than anything I had ever felt before in my male body. I had had enough of playing around on the outside, it was time to feel how it felt inside.
I pushed lightly in, passing the first folds and beyond. I gasped at the sensations that I was feeling. It was on a whole new level. It was as if all of my nerves were re-routed to emitting pleasure. My fingers explored inside me, as they did so I closed my eyes, moaning at the pleasure. In the blackness of my pleasure I saw myself on the bed, exploring my new body.
Not only did I see and feel my pleasure but I began to see other things. I saw the younger female version of me, about a year younger. She was at a party with friends, then I saw her in the cinema, then at school, then at the park. I started to realise that the better I felt the closer I came to orgasm, the more intense the images or rather memories got.
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