Test the body's pleasure points

"What do you want from me?" you asked, curious what Freyja might think is worth doing so late inside the little apartment.

It's pretty simple, Freyja responded. You seem to have gone out of your way to ignore this body you now have at your command as much as you could, and its differences and beauty. Other than a moment in the dressing room earlier, you'd managed only glimpses of the body, and certainly very little touching. If you're doing that out of some sort of respect for me, or fear of how I might respond, I can assure you that neither would be affected. Rather, I would feel slightly disrespected if you went out of your way to ignore it!

You frowned, glancing down at your body. It was truly new, foreign to you... not just the opposite anatomy, but the whole muscle-bound shape intimidated you. Keeping your head up and forgetting what was below had served you well throughout the evening, having avoided most instances of confronting the truth about being a woman. Now, Freyja was basically asking you to face the reality of who you had become for that evening. Which, particularly since you were undoubtedly bound to your Geistknight friend indefinitely, you would have to deal with at some point. Might as well be now...

You grimace a little, putting your hands upon your toned stomach--and stopping, frowning a bit. "You're not going to think I'm some sort of perverted monster for taking off all these clothes and looking at or touching the body however I want?"

Freyja's laugh echoed in your head. Of course not! It's your body, in the most fundamental sense. How could I say no to you understanding your own body? Your restraint is admirable, something that will be useful when we are making difficult choices on a battlefield. But the beauty your body had absorbed from my essence is undeniable, and I wish to experience pleasurable contact myself! I'm not as bad about it as Jupiter, he's really more of a 'Zeus' if you get my meaning, but I'm named after a goddess of fertility, so it's not like I shy away from such things.

You frowned further, putting a hand to your cheek as you thought. You took a deep breath, watching the breasts--your breasts--heaving heavily within your eye line. "...Okay, and if I, uh... don't really know what I'm doing?"

I'm happy to guide you as needed, though I think it's only fair that you handle such activity when it's your body, at least for now. Here is a guideline: if it feels good, keep doing it. If it does not bring you pleasure, cease doing it. I do not expect expertise from you, I actually think I'm envious of you being able to suddenly have access to a stunning body! If our fingers are so powerful, I promise you there is more power elsewhere!

It still felt utterly bizarre, the fact that you were considering doing anything at all at the behest of a supernatural being. You reached down to the bottom of your shirt, and slowly lifted it up, revealing your toned abs as you did. You paused again, but this time it was more in admiration of even just that brief expanse of your body instead of hesitance to continue. You'd imagined being this fit, at one point, in your normal body. How strange that it had to be like this. "If you could change my body completely as you did, is it something you could change partway? Like, to make my stomach like this when I'm a guy?"

Maybe, Freyja mused as you continued pulling the shirt up and off of your body, leaving you staring down at undeniable musculature contained within a feminine shape. The waist still slimmed before the curves widened at your upper torso, where the breasts--the second largest change you'd tried to ignore--lay in wait within the remaining fabric. This concept of projecting my energy into a body is new to me. I might be able to hone my control in time, in a way that I could remain active while you could look like Lars, versus Lara. Or, I could make an 'enhanced' Lars. But if I'm to do that, you'll need to recognize that I will not leave you that way when I am in control. I celebrate being who I am, and I hope you will come to as well! But, I know you cannot remain that way the whole time as well.

You carefully reached behind you to fiddle with the clasps of the bra. More concerning to you than removing the bra was damaging it so badly with your significantly improved strength that you wouldn't be able to get it back on. Freyja, for her part, seemed to grow a bit impatient for your fumbling, and your bra, jeans, boots, and underwear all seemed to explode in a shower of unwoven thread and leather. You scowled at the sudden mess, while you felt your headmate's mental equivalent of a shrug ...I said I would let you do whatever you wanted with the body. The fabric is still my domain. When I am more acclimated to modern styles, I will be able to weave any appearance I can see examples of. Which reminds me, what sort of armor do knights wear these days?

"There are no knights these days, nothing like the ones you would recognize." There it was, on full display, slumped on the couch. You looked at everything, eyes darting from one detail to the next. The large breasts, curving delightfully against your toned chest, smooth and round and seemingly unapologetically bouncy in comparison to much of the rest of your body where everything felt taut, controlled. Your hips and rear were the only other exception, and you even stood up to place your hands on your ass, feeling the bit of padding there--although, it was a much thinner layer around your muscly glutes than what you dealt with at breast level! You compared the relative give of the flesh between ass and chest, giving those massive mammaries a hefty squeeze, jiggling them up and down out of curiosity, to the delight of Freyja within you.

There, that's more like it! Not quite at the point where you're benefiting from the real wonders of such a form, but you're getting closer. Now, perhaps take a page of the book of Narcissus and find a mirror. I won't judge you for being attracted to yourself, but you need to ignite that fire. Perhaps it's strange at this angle, but get another long look at yourself from that perspective.

Your breathing was quickening for sure, feeling like you were sticking your hand in the cookie jar while someone not just watches you do it, but encourages you to continue! You stood and stumbled a little on your way to the bathroom, pausing in front of the mirror to see yourself again in a different perspective, staring at your form in the reflection. From there, everything made sense. The way the body contoured in a pronounced hourglass shape despite the obvious rippling of musculature below the surface of the skin. Your lovely face, topping this powerful feminine form, gave you pause, as you let your guard down to become enamored with the sight of yourself.

You felt a warmth growing between your legs, you gasped lightly. Shimmying your hips back and forth, watching your tits lightly bounce out and against your body, you tried a few smiles, seeking a good seductive pose. "Hey there Lars, everything here is for you," you said aloud, in a flirty manner, as you finally found poses of your body that started to elevate your desire for it. Soon, you had to touch. "Yes, take me..."

...Really leaning hard on the Narcissus note, I see...

"Hey, it's helping, alright?" You scowled for a moment, before rolling your eyes. "I mean, what would you do right now?"

Suddenly, control was wrested from you, for at least the moment. Freyja took one hand, placing it on a breast in a way that she could pinch the pronounce, hardening nipple. "Since you asked, I'm just making things abundantly clear," she said. Her other hand reached down, past a patch of pubic hair into the waiting pussy below, spreading her legs slightly. You felt the jolt of energy course through your body as a finger trailed along the folds, teasing upward to stop at the clit for an extra jolt of excitement, before she unceremoniously withdrew back into your body, leaving you standing there with eyes half-closed and mouth half-open.

This was the obvious answer, of course, to excite the body. And once you had control again, you started to press and prod, recreating the stimulus that Freyja had introduced you to! Eventually, you needed to take a seat again, stumbling once more out of the bathroom to the couch, sprawling out as your fingers pressed and pushed, squeezed and groped. Your legs thrashed about, with enough **** during one powerful surge of pleasure that you nearly kicked through the arm of your couch! ...That could be fixed later. You lay back, your body heating up and moaning as you continued, letting the joyful sensations inside you take charge.

Whatever you did with your hands, your body could handle. No matter how hard you pressed or how tightly you groped, pain was minimal. Which was good, as you found that you were really rough with yourself as you brought yourself to your first climax as a woman, squealing weakly and breathlessly as you did! The sounds you made were not evident of the fireworks shooting off in your body, as it was more like you had been stunned silent by the sensations that rocked you.

"...How... what..." was all you could muster, as you felt the orgasmic energies flowing through, rocking back and forth over your body like ocean currents.

I know, right? You did good for a first time. Next time we'll raise the stakes!

You hardly paid any attention to Freyja's words, but you were finally ready for sleep, and you passed out then and there.