Shower

They showered together as they often did. Bu this time was different and not only because of the swapped junk situation and the newly acquired tits. Josh soaked them up as Sheila rubbed his back for him.

He wasn’t used to this sensitivity and the feeling of cupping them. They were small but seemed like the world when you didn’t have some an hour ago.

“So, I was thinking.” Sheila said.

“Before you keep going, don’t you think it’s weird we aren’t freaking out? None of this should be possible. And not just in general I mean it said I needed cum to swap. That’s gone. You have to the equipment for that now.”

She chuckled instead of answering right away. “Do you really think girls don’t give off juices when they orgasm? You were so wet by the end. That had to count according to the card.”

Undoubtedly she had to be right. “Sorry I interrupted your train of thought. What were you saying?” He moved on to washing his crotch.

“I have a lot of trans friends. So do you. We share a lot of them after all. What if they wanted to fuck around with this new power of yours? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind some new parts.”

The idea was brilliant and obviously a good use of his abilities. He liked it. No he loved it.

“Oh, another thing.” Sheila said, turning him around by the shoulders. “You have to clean out your cunt from my jizz. It’s technically a foreign substance and they don’t like it having outside stuff in you.”

He vaguely recalled Sheila telling her about her cleanup routine though he wasn’t always paying close attention as she did it. She also often stayed in the shower longer than him. And by herself.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” she said.

And it wasn’t as sexy as he thought it was going to be. She crouched in front of his crotch, nudged his legs apart and scooped her jizz out of him. She was gentle about it but it wasn’t the nicest thing anyway. She showed him the jizz between her fingers as he glanced down. One moment later she gingerly licked herself clean.

He was immediately wet again.