Clean Up and Check Out Your New Body

Well, what's done is done. If you're going to spend the rest of your life as a woman, you might as well start getting used to it.

You should probably start by, um, "cleaning up."

You step into the next room, which is the bunker's bathroom, if it can be called that. It's the size of a custodial closet and it has a sink, toilet, and shower all jammed in right next to each other. Uncle Leroy didn't engineer this for comfort. But you ignore the tight spaces and step into the shower, which is really just a low spot in the cement floor with a drain in it... but it does come with a nice stainless steel showerhead: the kind that pulls off the wall and can be moved around on a steel hose.

You turn on the water. It's pleasantly hot. You quickly wash the gunk from the cloning machine off.

As you do, you take the opportunity to explore your new body with your hands and fingers, glancing over at your reflection in the mirror over the sink as you do. The person in the mirror looks like a stranger to you, though after a moment you find the face is familiar, though definitely more feminine. Your hair is dark brown and short--very short: just a fluffy half-inch halo surrounding your head. You have no body hair to speak of. Even your eyebrows are a little faint. You suppose this is probably a byproduct of the cloning process. Uncle Leroy said the machine was supposed to grow a clone to maturity in just 9 weeks, so hair and nails probably lag a bit behind, but they'll grow in. Meanwhile the light, fluffy hair is kind of fun to play with, and you always did like shaved women's bodies best.

You let your hands explore the rest of your body. Of course, the breasts are the first thing you touch: what guy in your situation wouldn't? They're round, firm handfulls, maybe apple-sized. You fondle and squeeze them delighted to be holding breasts for the first time in your life (let's just say you weren't very sexually experienced), even if they're yours. "No, not even," you mutter to yourself, and smile wickedly, "especially because they're mine. I can do this all day, any time I want!" You have to admit it touching them feels pretty good too, especially slow, firm caresses. You sigh and feel the nipples stiffen, becoming deliciously sensitive. You feel a tingle growing down below and lower one of your hands to explore your pussy. Rubbing around it feels great, almost like rubbing a growing erection against your pants did when you were a guy. But you bet you can make it feel even better. You know your sex ed teacher said that women had something like a penis, a biologically similar structure supposedly somewhere above the vagina. You had to label it and every other part of male and female reproductive anatomy on God-knows how many cut-away diagrams, so you ought to be able to find it. Then you can give your clit a good jerk-off like you would your old dick!

That plan turns out slightly different than what you'd expected. For starters, it turns out that no amount of black-and-white anatomical diagrams of female genitalia could have prepared you for running your fingers through the real thing, especially when you own the pussy in question. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure through your body, but at the same time you can't help but be confused by the complexity of what your fingers are finding. There seem to be folds of skin everywhere, and they're becoming engorged and sensitive to touching, tugging, and spreading. Where were they all hiding? Your probing fingers find an inviting opening that's starting to leak a slick substance of its own--girl-jizz, you think, which makes you more excited. That must be your vagina. Your fingers explore upward, near the top of the slit. That produces such intense rushes of pleasure that you drop the shower head and brace yourself against the wall. You keep probing. You find something tiny, but definitely stiff, no bigger than a pea. You try to grab it...

...And nearly pass out. For a second, it feels like getting kicked in the balls. You move your hand away and slump against the wall, and your clit rewards you by returning to giving you a slight pleasant buzz. "Right," you say, moving your hand back for more cautious, gentle stimulation, "treat the lady-parts like a lady." You tease your clit with one hand and your other hand moves in to explore that opening you found earlier. You slip a finger inside, then find that two feels even better. Not long after that your muscles spasm and your mind explodes with white-hot pleasure. You slump against the wall, weak-kneed, but very pleased. You finish cleaning up, turn off the water, and towel off, still getting a pleasant buzz from your sensitive nipples and pussy. "Aw, yeah, I'm definitely gonna have to do that again," you say with a smile.

But for now you turn your attention to other matters.