Take stock of the situation.

I passed a few people in the woods walking back to the dorm buildings, but thankfully none of them seemed to have been close enough to where I’d stepped off the trail to have heard my screams of joy. I blushed bright red at the thought of what exactly I’d been yelling for anyone to hear and counted my (possibly literal?) blessings that I seemed to have avoided notice.

I got back to the dorms well after most of my fellow residents had already left for their morning classes. Technically I should have been with them, but I felt confident that spontaneous divine gender alteration was a pretty decent excuse to skip class for the day. I managed to make it to my room to grab soap and a towel without incident, then headed for the showers.

When I entered there was already one shower stall occupied, and I recognized the towel thrown over the top of the door as my next door roommate Maggie’s (our dorm was fully coed). I reluctantly took the stall next to her (our floor’s showers were notoriously bad, and those were the two stalls I knew from experience reliably got sufficient hot water). Closing the stall door behind me I hung my towel and undressed, hanging my clothes over the top of the stall where they’d stay dry. Once I stood fully naked I gathered up my wits and took a look down at my newly altered crotch.

I was surprised to see that at a glance nothing seemed amiss. I had always tended to neglect shaving my pubes, and I found that between them and my decently prominent new labia that as long as I didn’t spread my legs too far I still appeared to have a scrotum. It certainly wouldn’t fool any kind of close scrutiny, but at least I could still somewhat pass as male. Realizing I’d been standing bowlegged with the shower off for several moments I quickly turned the water on and began trying to clean the traces of leaves and dirt from my legs and back (to say nothing of the myriad fluids that had dried on my thighs).

Weirdly the shower helped calm me down a little. Sure my body may have been radically altered by my heavenly goddess (seriously, how tightly did she have my mind wrapped around her fingers?), but standing there in the steam I started to feel like my life wasn’t ending. I let myself relax for the first time since I’d stepped off that walking trail and my mind wandered for a few moments as I cleaned myself, until I heard a strange sound coming from Maggie’s shower stall.

I’d mostly tuned out the sounds of her showering next to me, but I suddenly became aware that those sounds had stopped. Maggie had apparently stopped moving, and over the sound of the water from both our stalls I heard what sounded like…sniffing? For a moment I thought maybe she was crying, and I’d almost started to ask if everything was okay when I saw her feet appear underneath the gap between the stalls and the floor. This time I clearly heard her breathe in deeply several times, and I wondered what she could be smelling before I came to a horrible realization.

I had thrown my clothes over the top of the stall when I’d undressed. I would normally have hung them over the door next to my towel when showering, but this time without thinking I’d hung them over the shared wall between our two stalls. Since I tossed the clothes up there in the order I’d undressed, the piece of clothing on top had been my boxers. The boxers my new parts had leaked wetness into the whole way back. I contemplated whether or not I should try to grab my clothes off the wall and make a run for it when suddenly I saw a hand reach out and grab them. I froze up, trying to come up with something…anything to say when I heard Maggie breathe in deeply again.

While I was still standing frozen in my stall, I heard the absolute last thing I would have expected in this circumstance (not that I’d put a lot of thought into anything approaching the bizarre series of events I’d found myself in this morning). It was almost too quiet to hear over the sound of the two forgotten showers, but I distinctly heard a quiet groaning sound that. Beyond that, I also could make out a rhythmic slapping noise that seemed to match up with what I was now sure was Maggie moaning. It took me perhaps too long to put two and two together (I’d had a stressful morning, cut me some slack) but as the noises got louder I realized that, strange as it might seem, Maggie was apparently in the shower next to me masturbating while smelling my boxers.

As strange as that thought was to my conscious mind, my subconscious was apparently *way* ahead of me. I began to notice a new wetness on my thighs that wasn’t caused by the shower, and at about the same time I started feeling those same twinges of lust in my new genitals that I’d felt out in the woods. As I felt my cock belatedly start to rise as well (I guess my goddess hadn’t been kidding when she said my feminine parts were running the show now), I suddenly heard the noises from Maggie’s stall stop.

After a second of silence I heard another deep inhalation from Maggie, and suddenly I heard the sounds of her stall door swinging open. Before I had time to think I saw the door to my stall swing open, and again I found myself struck immobile (though this time the paralysis wasn’t magical in nature).

Standing in the open doorframe to my shower stall was Maggie. I’d had plenty of conversations with Maggie since the semester had started, but this was my first time seeing her without the baggy sweater and jeans she always seemed to wear. I had assumed she (much as I often did) wore baggier clothing because she was on the heavier side. As my eyes slid down her naked body, passing the swell of her breasts and her slight belly that protruded outward, I saw she apparently had another reason for the baggy clothes.

While she had stopped actively masturbating her right hand was still between her legs, and instead of the vagina I had expected to see her hand was instead wrapped around a decently sized cock that pointed up from her body. While my brain was still having trouble wrapping itself around the various unexpected stimuli this morning was providing it, my body had apparently decided it liked what it saw. As we both stood staring at each other I felt my inside clench down hard, and a stream of feminine fluid leaked down my leg and onto the shower floor. Apparently in tune with my anatomy’s actions I saw her cock flex and a stream of precum drip down its head to join my wetness on the floor.

Our mutual arousal having by all appearances broken her out of her revelry, Maggie stepped forward and fell to her knees in front of me. I found myself unable to move and I saw her left hand reach out and grab hold of my erection. For a moment I half expected her to start stroking me, but it became clear my penis was as much an afterthought to her as it had become to my sex drive as she lifted it away and latched her mouth onto my new pussy.

As incredible as my self-stimulation in the forest had felt, it was nothing like what Maggie’s tongue made me feel. I found myself unconsciously holding onto either side of her head for stability as I felt her tongue licking and sucking every inch of my new genitals, with special attention to my unbearably sensitive clit. My head felt completely empty but somehow the words “Oh fuck. Yes, please suck my clit!” escaped me anyway. I rocked forwards and back on my tiptoes as I felt Maggie’s tongue manipulating my new pussy in ways I could barely understand.

My body was completely beyond my control as Maggie’s tongue brought me swiftly to a brain-melting climax. “Yes. YES! Please don’t stop I’m cumming. I’m CUMMING!” The words poured out of my mouth as my new wetness poured out into Maggie’s open mouth. Again my orgasm continued far longer that I was used to, and somewhere in the middle my largely forgotten cock sprayed cum out onto Maggie’s face and all through her hair. As she continued to lap up my female cum I felt spurts of hot liquid striking my legs, and some part of me realized that Maggie had brought herself to climax as well.

As her orgasm came to an end she stood up, and her eyes met mine as I felt my feminine orgasm continuing to roll through me. While my hips continued to gently hump the air she looked me up and down and smiled. Reaching up to run her hand over her cheek, she scooped up a glob of my cum and again I heard my goddess whisper the words “Be a good slut” in the back of my mind as my mouth instinctively opened and I stuck my tongue out. Maggie giggled and stepped forward, pushing her cum-covered fingers into my mouth.

My orgasm had been starting to slow down, but the taste of my cum and the embarrassment I felt as she looked me in the eyes caused it to pick back up again. I squeezed my legs together and continued to hump the air, simultaneously hoping my climax would end soon and wanting to continue to feel this way forever. Maggie pulled her fingers free of my mouth and before I could react she stepped forward and kissed me, her tongue replacing her fingers. As we made out feminine moans escaped me, and we continued kissing as my orgasm slowly wound down.

Coming down from my orgasmic high I felt Maggie pull away from our kiss as she held her hands around my hips. “Well John, you’re certainly full of surprises” she said, smiling and looking at me intently. Still somewhat shaky from the orgasm I managed to say “Apparently I’m not the only one” and nodded downward towards her still half erect penis. Her smile took on a slightly mischievous edge and I felt her cock growing fully hard again, gently pushing against my stomach. Despite my own orgasm having just finished I felt a fresh pang of arousal in my pussy.

She stepped back and grabbed her towel from the door of her stall. She turned back towards me as she began wrapping her towel around herself. “We really should talk about all this somewhere more private. Once you’ve dried off come back to my room. I’ll leave the door unlocked.” She finished tucking her towel in then stepped back up to me and kissed me quickly, while reaching around to squeeze my butt with her right hand (that triggered another pulse of arousal in my pussy). She said “Don’t keep me waiting,” then grabbed the rest of her clothes from her stall and left me standing alone in the shower.

Question: Do you follow her back to her room?