Shave your pussy

You lean forward to get a better look, and start to shave the pubic hair from the top of your pubic mound. Little blonde curls clog up the razor, and you rinse it in the hot shower spray.

John says, “Try putting one leg up on the tub edge. It'll make it easier for you to get to the lower parts.”

“You done this much?” you ask, craning your neck to look up at him.

He grins. “Only in IVR. That bush of yours has never been touched by a razor blade. Keep going, dear,” he says.

You carefully shave every hair that you can see from your pubic mound and around your pussy lips. It's a delicate operation done partly by touch, but it gives you more opportunity to get a sense of what your new anatomy feels like. It's startling, how much of an absence you feel down there, how not having a penis and scrotum really creates a feeling of lack. Penis envy. Something you never thought you'd feel, given your predelictions. But it's one thing to fantasize about being female, and another to suddenly be female.

John's made clear now, though, that you'd better get used to it.

Now that you're done shaving, you feel even more naked and exposed than before. You stand in the shower spray, water dripping from your breasts and your pussy lips, watching John ogle you mischeviously.

“Well, I have to admit,” John says, “I am taking a little pleasure in humiliating you, dear. You know, when I came out of IVR with my memory back, I was pretty furious with you. You'd been fucking me for the past year like I was a real girl, and that infuriated me.”

“I didn't know anything about it,” you answer, feeling self-conscious about having this conversation in the middle of a suddenly realized fantasy.

“I know you didn't, honey. Feelings aren't rational. All I'm saying is, this is a great way to channel that anger. You fucked me for a year? Fine. For the rest of your life you're going to be the one getting fucked. It's just incredibly pleasing to see you, naked, shaved, wet, helpless, and most likely horny - all the things I'm ashamed to say I wanted, you want without any kind of mental adjustments. That's why I'm going to enjoy watching you masturbate now.”

“Masturbate?” you ask.

“Yes, you silly slut. Masturbate for me.”