A New Experience

The short elevator ride was stiflingly silent, a heavy awkwardness hanging in the air as the three women stood shoulder to shoulder, each stealing occasional glances at the gleaming metallic walls rather than at each other. Kaylee, Natalia, and Chloe were the first to split off from the main group, each eager to escape the bizarre reality they found themselves thrust into.

“19th Floor,” the robotic voice announced with an eerie cheerfulness that felt almost mocking.

As if the elevator had suddenly become a pressure cooker, the trio bolted out the moment the doors opened, heels clicking and sneakers thudding against the plush carpeted hallway as they fumbled for the hotel cards tucked away inside the purses they had ended up with.

‘Room 19D.’ Chloe mentally noted, her gray eyes flicking up to the room indicators affixed to the walls. ‘Sign says to the right. Gah… both of them are following me.’

Sure enough, when Chloe veered to the right, Kaylee and Natalia followed. However, out of the corner of her eye, Chloe noticed Kaylee struggling slightly. The matronly woman’s stride was awkward, her “Resting Bitch Face” tight with discomfort. The answer why was obvious.

Kaylee grimaced as her new, magnificently sized breasts bounced with every step she took. ‘Darn these things… I can barely walk straight. I thought bras were supposed to contain them! And this tight sweater is doing nothing to help…’

She tugged awkwardly at the hem of her top, failing to adjust it without drawing more attention to herself. Each motion only made her generous chest jiggle more, and the mortified flush on her cheeks deepened.

Meanwhile, Natalia, walking with effortless confidence, looked unfairly comfortable in her high heels. The natural sway of her hips looked practiced and perfect, not something that should have been possible for someone who, up until about two hours ago, was very much not a woman. She strode ahead of Chloe and came to a graceful stop in front of the exact door Chloe had been approaching. Kaylee, still wincing at each step, came to a stop at the door directly across the hall.

“Room 19D. You?” Natalia asked as she turned to the tomboy.

“Yeah,” Chloe grunted with a curt nod. ‘Great, I get stuck with the secretary bitch.’

“Lovely.” She spoke as she scanned her hotel card on the RFID reader on the door. A mechanical buzz sounded, and with a soft click, the door swung open to reveal a luxurious suite.

The living room was tastefully decorated, where a sprawling velvet sofa dominated the center, flanked by armchairs and a glass coffee table. Beyond that, massive floor-to-ceiling sliding glass windows showcased a balcony with a sweeping view of the city skyline. To the immediate left was a small kitchenette that led to a short hallway, which in turn led to one of the two bedrooms. Meanwhile, to the right was a door to the second of the two bedrooms. A full-sized bathroom accompanied each of the two private rooms.

“I’ll go right. You go left?” Chloe offered, already wanting to get as much distance from Natalia as possible.

“Whatever. Time to pass out and then wake up from this ridiculous dream,” Natalia answered lazily as she kicked off her heels into the room. She then sauntered barefoot into her room without a second glance and flopped onto her bed without taking anything else off.

‘She’ll be in for a rude awakening tomorrow…’ Chloe smirked as she also ignored the living room and entered her own bedroom. The room was lavish, far beyond anything Chloe could normally afford. The massive king-sized bed sat squarely in the center, adorned with a soft, creamy duvet and an excessive number of fluffy pillows. A few feet away, a sleek glass desk sat by a sliding door that led to her own private balcony.

‘Huh, pretty sick hotel room. Bet this shit would normally cost a week's wage.’ The brunette thought as she fell onto her bed. Only a few moments went by before she had an epiphany. Her eyes darted toward her adjacent bathroom door as she rose from the bed. ‘I haven’t actually gotten a good look at myself yet…’

She entered her bathroom to see the same kind of luxury she’d expected. Tiled floor and walls with a gorgeous freestanding bathtub with a waterfall shower near it. She approached the body-length mirror that stood free-standing in the corner and indulged in the sight of the muscular beauty she had become.

“Jesus Christ. I’m fucking hot. Totally my type of woman. Crazy. I even have hair again.” The woman exclaimed as she used her hands to touch her new head of hair and run her fingers over her sculpted frame. A grin appeared on her face as she went and closed the bathroom door. ‘Well… It is my body, right?’

In a flash, she tore off her crop top and sports bra in a single motion while also shimmying out of her tight jean shorts and panties. There she stood in wonder as she began groping her own breasts while eyeing the rest of her new body.

‘Not all that thrilled about this but damn do I look good. Not bad, Vanessa, you got good taste.’ She flexed her muscles but was drawn to another new feature of her body. Her hands began to drift south as she encroached on her newly created mound. She had been intimately familiar with this part of the body as a man, but being on the receiving end of this new sensation was a whole different world.

‘Ah… Maybe I should be in the shower just in case…’ Chloe thought as she turned to enter the shower. She noticed an array of soaps and shampoos lined up on a small shelf, ready for use. So, she figured she’d kill two birds with one stone and take a nice shower while jilling off. She turned on the hot water, and after sitting on the small bench built into the shower, the young woman continued her exploration.

Her breath hastened as she toyed with the unfamiliar clit and began to explore her inner walls. An uncharacteristic moan leaked out of her open mouth, surprising herself. As she returned to work, she began using her imagination for fuel. Images of past paramours and even herself and the other cast members flew through her head as her movements grew harder and faster.

Eventually, her mind settled on a person she found both familiar and surprising, as her heart began to flutter. A tall, lean man with short, dark brown hair smiled at her. His big, manly hands wrapped around her smaller frame as the tomboy looked up in anticipation. He began to speak to her, his velvety smooth voice making her far wetter than the shower could accomplish.

“Da-” She froze just as she was about to mumble his name. “What the fuck!?”

All movement ceased as the young woman realized what was happening. Breathing heavily from her rigorous activity, Chloe started screaming in her head. ‘Why the fuck am I imagining him! No, no, no…’

She shot up from her seat and darted back to the mirror that she had modeled in front of earlier. She started patting her soaking-wet body down as her thoughts continued racing. ‘I’m hot… yeah. I like women! I’m not gay! There’s no way I would think his muscled chest and his… gorgeous green eyes are hot… Right!?’

Her mind and body betrayed her as she began recollecting her time with him, as her hands continued their **** on her lower half. ‘That smile of his when he was talking to Vic-Tori… I-! No… No. No!’

Chloe’s pleasure grew from a trickle to a river as she continued thinking of her former classmate. Her hands worked in overtime, ignoring whatever reservations she felt she had. She wanted to resist, but she was denied that request as her orgasm kept building to a breaking point.

“Shit… Yes! Fuuuuuuuck!” Then, like a dam exploding, Chloe experienced her first female orgasm. And unbeknownst to him, Dan Whitaker was the cause.

Chloe: +5 for First Masturbation to the Master

Chloe practically collapsed to the floor, her breathing and the running shower being the only sounds in the bathroom.

A blush formed on her face as she came to terms with the outcome of her experiment. The last line of her transformation echoed in her head. “This damn show is making me gay for Whitaker…”