You nervously explore..

The full curves were unfamiliar, yet mesmerizing. Your gaze lingered on her - your breasts, large soft mounds that seemed so out of place on your tiny body. You reached out to cup them, feeling the weight and the gentle give of the flesh. The sensation was alien, yet curiously arousing.

Your breath grew shallow, and your heart raced as your fingers played gently over your sensitive female flesh. The softness and responsiveness of your breasts was intoxicating, and you felt a strange, almost **** need to feel more.

Your eyes trailed downwards, to the apex of your thighs. There, nestled in a thatch of fiery hair, was a sight that made your heart skip a beat – her sex. Your sex. You were truly a woman. You seen a whore’s sex up close and it had been only vaguely interesting. But the sight of your delicate folds and the tiny, sensitive bud of your clit took your breath away. You slid your hand down your cutely rounded stomach, tracing the curve of your waist, and then further still, to the warm, wet heat between your legs.

The clit hood, a delicate shield of skin, covered and uncovered the sensitive little nub as you gently touched it. You felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear, as you explored further. You had no cock. No balls. Nothing to pleasure a woman with… a tiny sensitive clit, tingling and swelling with an undeniable eroticism. Lips to a womb.

As your fingers played over your new sex, you couldn't help but feel a traitorous arousal building within you. Your new clit felt over swollen. It was as if your female body was betraying you, responding to the sensations in a way that was utterly foreign to your male mind. The realization that you were becoming completely aroused in a woman's body was both embarrassing and thrilling. You had never felt so... unmanned.

You struggled to push these feelings aside, to assert your masculinity but sadly the more you touched, the more your body responded. The more you wanted to explore and savour these sensations.

You heard a gentle feminine moan that seemed to perfectly express how good your fingers felt on your new pussy. Your mistresses pussy you though guiltily. Her loyal servant you shouldn't be doing this but… you had thought many times about her lushly feminine body, naked and in your hands. This was not exactly your fantasy. No… This was even better, but it felt like a betrayal of her, taking advantage of her body. A betrayal of your own masculinity - revelling utterly in these female sensations. That guilt was a strangely erotic narcotic, addictively so. You felt like a naughty girl. You mewled in inarticulate arousal.

Embarrassment burned in your cheeks, in delectable contrast to the fire building between your thighs. You were trapped in this dainty form, aroused and **** for release. You had never felt such an intense, unyielding need to touch yourself, to bring yourself to a female climax, utterly at the mercy of Lady Giselle's feminine urges. Had she felt like this? It was a consuming need!

With trembling hands, your slim fingers explored the slick folds of your sex, marveling at the softness, the way the lips parted easily to reveal the sensitive pink flesh within. You couldn't help but rub inside, feeling the arousal spike as your new body reacted to your touch. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your legs wobble and your breath catch in your throat.

You could feel your first female orgasm building slowly, surely, inevitably… Your body was responding in ways that were utterly alien to your male experience, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The walls of your vagina tightened around your probing fingers, and your tiny swollen clit begged for more attention. You had never really considered how a women felt when they were with a man, but for whatever reason this seemed so much more intense than anything you could possibly have imagined.

The tension grew until you were teetering on the edge. Your breath hitched as your fingers danced over her clit, and the feeling was so intense that you almost didn’t notice the lock click and the door handle turn. Panic shot through your body like a lightning bolt. Someone was entering the room! You quickly pulled your hand away from your wetness, trying to compose yourself as your maid, Danica stepped in.

“Mistress! You started without me?” She pouted prettily as she eyed you, naked and guilty fingers having just been knuckles deep in your new pussy.

Danica, Giselle’s personal maid, and attendant had a look of shocked pleasure on her face. She was now taller than you, and she seemed slightly dominant, with raven hair that fell in waves down her back. Her eyes widened as they took in the sight of you, her lady, standing before her in such a compromising position.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be... joining me," you stammered, desperately trying to cover yourself with the discarded silk gown. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Danica only chuckled softly as she closed the door behind her and locked it. She had a key to your bed chamber!?

"No need to apologize, Mistress," Danica said, her eyes darkening with desire. She strode across the room with the grace of a panther. "I know how much you've longed for adventure," she whispered, her voice husky with longing. "Let me help you indulge in one... before you leave as Alex…”

You frowned, your mind racing. Did she know you were Alex? Your heart hammered in your chest, and you took a step back, suddenly wary. But Danica's expression was one of pure adoration, not betrayal. “Um… yes… about that…”