Porn, what else?

You channel surf for a little while, but whatever part of you is still male seems to keep drifting back to the porn channels.

For a few minutes, you just watch, but eventually you start to grow more aroused, and your hands inevitably drift towards your naked crotch. With your fingers, you begin to delicately explore your new sex, not just in arousal, but in self discovery.

You only half watch the television, and the woman riding her man on the screen. Instead, you lightly probe your vagina, learning every nook and crevice as best you can. After all, there's no telling for sure how long you might be stuck as a female.

It takes a little while, but your rising arousal ensures that you eventually abandon your explorations in favor of of pleasuring yourself. Laying on your back, you find yourself posing in the same position as the woman on the television, her man fucking her in the missionary position as she moans and thrashes in pleasure beneath him.

You can just start to feel an orgasm starting to build when there comes a knock on the door of the room.

Your eyes dart to the clock, noticing that its still fairly early, Chloe isn't supposed to be home for a few hours yet, maybe she left work early?

Not knowing what else to do, you reluctantly get up, pulling your shirt down as far as you can and debating on if you should answer the door, or try to find something more to wear first.