Tentatively reach down and touch yourself between your legs through the shorts to confirm you really have a pussy

Westfield Galleria Mall, unknown city, at 2:56 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Your hand trembles as it moves down the flat plane of your stomach, fingers trailing over smooth skin that tingles at your own touch. The denim is rough against your palm as you press tentatively between your thighs, and the moment your fingers make contact through the fabric, a bolt of pure electric pleasure shoots up your spine.

"Oh god," you gasp, louder than you meant to. The pressure of your own hand against your pussy—because that's absolutely what it is now—sends waves of sensation through your body that are completely foreign and overwhelmingly intense. You can feel the heat, the wetness soaking through the thin cotton of panties you don't remember putting on. The seam of the shorts presses against your clit and even that slight friction makes your knees buckle slightly.

You press harder, exploring, and your fingers trace the shape of lips that are swollen and slick even through two layers of fabric. There's no mistaking it. No denying the reality. Where your cock used to hang, there's now a sensitive slit that throbs with need under your tentative touch.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nate, are you seriously feeling yourself up right now?" Tyler's voice cuts through your haze, and you look up to see all four of your friends still staring at you. Tyler's recording again, the phone's camera pointed directly at where your hand is cupped between your legs.

You should be embarrassed. You should pull your hand away. But instead your fingers press in small circles, and another breathy moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.

"I... it's real," you manage to say, your voice husky with an arousal you can't control. "I really have a pussy. It's so... fuck, it's so sensitive."

Marcus adjusts himself obviously in his jeans, his cock now clearly hard and straining against the denim. "Yo, this is fucked up. That's still Nate in there, right?"

"Of course it's still me," you say, finally pulling your hand away from between your legs, though the loss of contact makes you want to whimper. Your fingers are slightly damp even through the shorts. "I just... I needed to check. To see if it was real."

Derek's voice is rough when he speaks. "And? How does it feel?"

The question hangs in the air, loaded with implications you're too fuzzy-headed to fully process. Your pussy is throbbing, demanding attention. Your nipples are so hard they ache. Every nerve ending in your body seems to be screaming for stimulation.

"It feels..." you start, licking your lips without thinking, "...really fucking good."