Get yourself off with a hand from Mrs Palmers five daughters - no palm involved

You decide to masturbate, hoping it’ll help clear your mind. It always helped when you were a man, right?!

You've never done this before, well not as a woman, but somehow it feels... natural? You reach down between your legs and find yourself wet, soaking wet. You close your eyes with a dreaming flutter of lashes as your fingers graze over your new clit and it feels like a live wire has been connected to your brain. You gasp, your closed eyes rolling back in your head as your thighs clamp around your hand like you want to rut. You've got to get a grip.

You sit down on a cold metal chair, your new ass barely fitting, and spread your legs. You start to rub yourself, the sensation unlike anything you've ever felt before. It's like you're discovering yourself all over again, but through a fog of lust and confusion.

The sensitivity of your clit is astonishing. It's like a button that controls your entire body's pleasure, and you can't help but push it over and over again. The hood that covers it feels like velvet, and your fingers glide over it with ease, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel your labia swell and part with every touch, revealing the pink, glistening flesh beneath. You really want a cock right now. But fingers will suffice… right?