You follow

You follow her. It’s been a weird day. First the witch or whatever saying all you have to do is buy women’s clothes and you will turn into a girl, now a girl with a huge cock is leading you into a storeroom. ‘She’s probably going to fuck me. I haven’t even turned into a girl yet and I’m about to go get myself ass fucked. I don’t want to get ass fucked. Do I?’ Your mind is wondering. Her ass is rather amazing, to be honest. In fact, she is actually really pretty, gorgeous even. A weird day to be sure.

You enter the storeroom, she pulls the door shut behind you and clicks a lock in place, one of those tiny slide types that wouldn’t actually stop anyone. “There is a couple of chairs and a desk back here. Want a drink?”

“Of your cock?” You ask, and blush as you see the little glass front fridge in front of her. “Oh, a pop, ya, oh, cream soda, cool.” She holds out the plastic bottle. You open it and take a big drink.

“Wanna see it? I’ll show it to you if you want. You seem pretty hung up on it. Ya, it’s probably for the best if I just show it to you.” She pulls the waistband of her sweatpants lower and lower, then a pair of soft looking pink boxers, then out it comes. Just flops out. Just like that. Like watching someone in the bathroom wearing shorts. Bloop, there it is. It’s fat, and long, and… perfect. Why does she get a perfect, sexy, cock? “Pretty nice, right?” She asks wagging it a little bit.

“It is amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect cock.”

She smiles, “Thank you. When I transitioned I didn’t really need to use a lot of hormones. It’s weird ya know. I really like my cock, for obvious reasons, but I’m like, a girl, like really. Plus I’m kinda Bi, I think. I don’t know. It’s caused me a lot of stress over the years to be honest. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. You’ve just got one of those faces ya know, like someone that might relate. I dunno, have you ever wanted to be a girl? And no I’m not saying you look like a girl or anything. Hell now I’m the one nervous.” She chuckles a bit and puts her big fat monster back in her pants. She takes a drink of her soda.

You lean back against the wall. Take a drink. Part of you wants to tell her about the witch. That you in fact could be a girl. Could just buy the dress, and come back here, suck her magnificent cock, get fucked. Your mind drifts. Tell her? Just buy it? Make a move? Kiss her?