Yes.

Once Maggie left the bathroom I stood there dumbstruck for a moment before coming back to my senses and quickly toweling off. I realized belatedly that standing in the shower spray must have cleaned Maggie’s cumshot off my legs, and the realization that I felt a pang of regret about that made me blush again. After I finished drying off I tied my towel around my waist. I thought briefly about getting fully dressed but I noticed that Maggie had apparently kept my boxers when she left, and with how sensitive everything still felt down there I didn’t relish the idea of “freeballing” (for lack of a better word) in jeans at the moment. I seemed to complete the walk back towards the doors to my and Maggie’s dorm rooms largely on autopilot, and after a moment of indecision facing our twin doors I opened the as-promised unlocked door to her room and walked inside.

Walking into her room I saw a bed and desk with a mess of clothes and personal items strewn across both of them, standing in sharp contrast to the meticulously clean side of the room that (judging by the clothes I recognized laying on the messy side) belonged to Maggie’s roommate. I heard Maggie’s voice over the sound of the faucet running in the en-suite bathroom “You can sit wherever. I’ll be out in a second. I forgot to clean up the mess *someone* made in my hair back in the shower.” The image of Maggie cleaning my cum from her hair made me blush again, and I felt another quick pulse of arousal at the thought.

After another moment I heard the faucet shut off and saw the door to the bathroom swing open as Maggie walked out, the towel that had been covering her body now wrapped around her hair. She giggled and said “My eyes are up here, John.” I blushed harder and pulled my eyes away from the cock swinging between her legs. She smiled at my embarrassment and walked over to her roommate’s bed, sitting down opposite me and leaning back against the wall. “So, when did you meet our resident sex goddess?”

“What?” I asked, my brain still trying and largely failing to catch up with everything that happened this morning.

“Oh come on, don’t play dumb with me. We both know *that*” she pointed at the towel covering my crotch “isn’t what you were born with. Judging by the cum you painted me with you’ve clearly got balls somewhere in there, but I’ve seen trans guys on testosterone and their genitals don’t look anything like yours.”

She leaned forward towards me, causing her cock to flop down on top of her sizable balls (dammit brain, focus!) “Plus I watched you orgasm a second time just from tasting your own cum. That’s gotta be a ‘gift’ from our patron deity of doin’ it.” I heard my goddesses chuckle at that line.

“Look, you’re not the only one to run into her. You think I looked like *this*” she cupped her boobs in her hands “when I showed up here? A few weeks ago I was a miserable closeted trans girl still pretending to be a guy. Then one night I dream about a beautiful goddess granting all my wishes and the next morning I wake up looking like this, with nobody remembering my old name or what I used to look like. Hell, my cock’s twice the size it used to be and nobody bats an eye even when the side effects make it hard not to notice.”

That last bit caught my attention, and I managed to find my voice to ask “What side effects?”

This time it was her turn to blush. “Well, ever since my body changed my sense of smell is way better. Like, I can almost tell you what someone across the street is having for breakfast. And sexy smells seem to hit me extra hard.” As she said that I noticed her cock start to grow harder. “I’ll be sitting in class and a guy across the room will get a boner, and I can smell his precum before it even starts coming out. A girl gets a little wet and I know almost as fast as she does.” Maggie’s cock continued pointing further upwards as she talked. “And if I wasn’t pansexual before I definitely am now. *Everybody* turns me on now. It’s almost like I go into heat when I smell someone get turned on. That’s what happened in the showers with you.”

She seemed to come back to her senses a bit and realized I was staring at her erection. She bent forward slightly and I **** myself to make eye contact with her again. “So, when did you change? Was it in a dream like me? You’ve gotta tell me!”

I’m not sure if I was just relieved to be able to talk about it with someone or if my changes had made me more suggestible but I found myself answering her almost immediately. “I was walking in the woods with my roommate this morning when his phone went off and he had to leave. I walked off the path to pee before I went back and that’s when she showed up. She offered to help me and without thinking I said yes and the next thing I know I’m face down on the ground fingering my brand new vagina.” I blushed harder at that and wanted to stop there, but I kept talking like any filter between my brain and my mouth had been removed. “Now it’s like I’ve got a horny girl’s sex drive bolted on top of mine. All it takes is seeing you hard like that and all I can think about is you spreading my legs and taking my new virginity.”

I slammed my hands over my traitorous mouth as Maggie’s eyes widened and her cock slapped against her stomach as it immediately went from a partial erection to fully hard. I felt my pussy respond to her erection, with rhythmic spasms going through it in time with my heartbeat. Quickly the towel underneath my ass started to feel damp. I saw Maggie’s nostrils flare and noticed her pupils dilate before she closed her eyes and balled her hands up into fists.

“John, you need to make a decision *right now*. If that was just your body making you say something you didn’t mean, leave and go back to your dorm right now and I’ll let you know once I’ve calmed down.” She opened her eyes again and met my gaze. “But if you really meant that, I will make a woman out of you right here and now.”