Hell no!

Before long, you became more bold. You had put off even thinking about it until now, even though you knew it was there, after the switch, it had made itself quickly and painfully apparent. You had tried to push it to the back of your mind, but you couldn’t deny it any longer…you had a vagina. Gently, you started to soap yourself up, your fingers gently playing over the flesh, so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time. Mellie had always kept herself shaved so there was little resistance. As you continued to explore, the feelings you were having began to intensify. “No…” You moaned into the steam, in a small, feminine voice. It was wrong. This wasn’t your body. Hell, it wasn’t even on loan. Somehow you had been **** into it against your will. You had no right to go feeling it up. But then again… It was nothing that you hadn’t done with and to Mellie in the past, and you had to admit to yourself… you were more than a little bit curious.

Soon you stared to focus more of your attention on the soft area between your legs, letting the water flow over it as you explored it with your fingers. The electric sensations had begun to intensify as you grew bolder, seeking out the precious little nub of your clitoris and beginning to roll it between your thumb and forefinger. You became acutely aware that your breathing was growing short, even as a strange feeling began to build somewhere in the center of your being. It was familiar, yet weird at the same time...like something you had felt before, just less...localized. You started to rub faster, lifting one leg now and placing it on the lip of the tub as you leaned back against the shower wall. Before you knew it, you had slid one finger past the sensitive outer lips. The minor penetration felt strange to you…alien, yet wonderful at the same time. You started to writhe your hips against your own hand as the feeling inside you began to build. You started to finger yourself faster as you felt the warm water cascade over you new. sensitive body. You could feel your fresh, foreign anatomy clenching around the strange fleshy invader, trying to squeeze it in its velvety embrace. You had become completely unaware of the low moaning that was escaping your throat as you continued to frig yourself in the shower…all you had room for was the feeling.

Suddenly, the rising wave that had been building crested and crashed over you, enveloping you in its powerful sensation. You threw his head back and grabbed onto the sides of the tub as the orgasm flowed through your body, causing you to shiver and quake with the sheer **** of it.

When the feeling finally subsided, and your legs stopped shaking, you leaned forward and finished cleaning yourself off. Then you turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a fresh towel from the small closet you proceeded to dry yourself off, dabbing carefully at your new overly sensitive bits. With a low grumble, you realized that the hair was going to be a problem. you had no idea what to do with it.

Fumbling in the medicine cabinet, you found one of the brushes that Mellie had left there after one of the many nights she had spent, and started to at least brush out the tangles before pulling it back into a ponytail and securing it with a pale blue scrunchy, another one of her leftovers. It was still wet, but it would have to do. Next you looked around for something to throw over yourself. There was Mellie’s robe, which you had bought her as a birthday present a few months earlier. A pink thing with little yellow flowers around the cuffs, or your big, heavy, burgundy colored one. It wasn’t hard choice to make.

You swam in it, but the big, burgundy, terrycloth robe made you feel better…and it at least “smelled” like you. Taking a deep breath, your eyes fluttered closed. Why had you never realized how good you had smelled before? You needed to get more of that cologne once you got out of this. Then you turned and opened the bathroom door…only to come face to face with a familiar set of light blue eyes…your own. Mellie was standing at the door waiting for you, a knowing smile on his face and nothing else, his semi-hard equipment wagging in the breeze. “Did you have fun?” He said, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

“I took a shower.” You said flatly, trying not to meet his eyes. Something about looking into them just made you...uncomfortable. You cast your gaze downward, but didn’t really want to look at your half-ready former prick either, so you ended up looking over at the wall.

“These walls aren’t that thick baby.” he cooed, running a hand down your cheek. The warmth felt good. “I heard you.”

Your face got suddenly warm as you flushed a deep red…