Look at your pussy

You obediently hold up the mirror to your crotch, and examine the shape and folds of your new anatomy.

“No cock, obviously,” Mr. Markley says. “Which is important for you to keep foremost in your mind - what's been taken from you, and what you're no longer capable of. But right now I want to help you recognize not what you've lost, but what you've become. What you are. Take your fingers and part your lips, so you can see better.”

You obey, pushing your labia apart with your fingers. The insides are slick with moisture, making it hard to keep them apart.

“See your clit? Slide your finger here,” he says, guiding your finger with his hand, until the tip of your finger is pressed just above your clit, “and pull back like this.” You pull back the small hood of flesh covering your clit, which now shines like a tiny pink pearl.

“That little piece of flesh is designed to give you pleasure when you're being fucked. You get more pleasure out of it the more you grind against a man's cock, the more he thrusts it into you. Anatomically speaking you're designed so that getting fucked by a man gives you pleasure. That sounds pretty obvious, but it is important to recognize. Note that when a guy gets assfucked by another guy, he may get off on it, but it's not like his body's pleasure receptors are designed so anal sex is innately pleasureable. The same thing between two women.”

He takes the mirror from your hand, and draws you over his legs, your legs planted on either side of his chair. You're straddling his lap now, leaning forward slightly, breathless from his nearness, your breasts hanging inches from his face.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks.