Sam needs help

Its been a few days since you both woke up that morning, and it hasn't been easy trying to live with opposite genitalia. Especially with the relationship tension. Going to work is difficult for Sam, having to dress formally when you have a nearly foot long dick is hard when you're also a girl. She actually asked you for help trying to tuck that thing away for work. She got angry at you because you said you didn't want to touch "that thing". She stormed off, and has been having a rough time in general.

Not that things haven't been hard for you, too. The first time you had to pee sitting down was emasculating. Sam even came into the bathroom and said, do you need any help sweetie?" which only embarrassed you. She made you feel like a child with this whole thing, like she could understand what its like to lose your masculinity. None of your pants or underwear feel right anymore. Sam suggested you actually wear some of her panties! She may be okay with wearing some of your boxers, but panties is a whole other thing. You haven't even explored down there so far except to use the toilet. You like pussy, but not when you're the one feeling everything like a girl.

Suffice to say, nothing is going well.

You're sitting on the couch watching tv in your apartment, while Sam is doing the dishes in your boxers. You can hear the water running, but look over when it suddenly stops and Sam grunts in frustration. You look over at her, and decide to go over and make sure she's okay.

"Hey Sam, you okay?"

She looks at you somewhat angrily. "No, not at all. I'm trying to be casual and normal, but nothing is normal about this thing." she turns around and shows her cock tenting the boxers.

"I'm sorry babe... I wish there was something I could do. Its like you said, this is probably permanent..."

She looks sad, like she is about to cry. "I just don't know what to do. Its always so hard, and I can't keep ignoring it."

"Do you feel comfortable masturbating? I haven't done it yet, but you seem like you need it more than I would."

She blushes slightly, tears welling. "I have... It didn't work... I just can't finish when I'm looking at it, so big and unnatural."

"... I'm sorry, Sam... Please don't cry"

"Would you... Would you please help me?"

You get very confused. "What? How do you want me to help you? I'm in the same situation."

"Well," she sniffles. "You could help me get it out, you know, like you used to"