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Despite her initial reservations, Chris was enthralled by the sensations of womanhood. Masturbation was both vastly different and wholly familiar to when she was male. The way tension built within her clit was reminiscent of the throbbing of an erect cock. However, most of the similarities stopped there. She still thought of Gretchen’s deft tongue sliding through her moist folds and over her clitoris in a methodic circular motion. Simultaneously, within her mind, a firm hand fondled her breast, but she hadn’t yet considered the implication of a masculine presence in her fantasy.

She briefly attempted to imagine herself in her old body, with Gretchen sucking and slurping his turgid shaft. Immediately, her arousal died down. The new, exciting sensations between her thighs were the result of entirely female anatomy. Her experiences as a man did not correlate well enough with womanly pleasure for her to get much out of male-presenting sexual fantasies.

‘It looks like I need to see myself as a woman in my sexual fantasies now… ‘  Crhis mused without lament. The thought came through as a simple fact, with maybe a slight twinge of awkwardness, but she felt no dread or anxiety. As she slipped a finger back over her throbbing clit, she realized the image of Gretchen pleasuring her was unfocused. She lacked experience from a woman’s angle. ‘This is my body now; I should get used to seeing myself in it.’  She hesitantly opened her eyes and glanced downward, noticing she didn’t have the best view from this angle. With a slow breath, she withdrew her lithe hand and adjusted the pillows to her rear, using them to elevate her back.

Upon looking down again, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. For better or for worse, this was the angle she required. She had a clear line of sight past her breasts that displayed her feminine body in its entirety. Her taut abdomen with a narrow waist and hips well-suited for birthing. She made herself gaze upon her vulva, seeing the rosy pink and glistening folds of her labia despite the angle still not providing the most incredible view. The shape appealed to her greatly; if she was still male, such a sight would arouse her deeply. Hell, even as a woman, the sight of her supple female anatomy led to deep arousal.

She slid the index and middle fingers of her right hand over the labia majora on either side of her moist sex and shivered from the slight, tingly ripples that washed through her crotch. She watched, mesmerized, while slowly pushing her fingertips up and down, applying pressure to her outer sex. In response, her pussy quivered, her clit aching as her entire vulva writhed with desire. Her eyes widened as she clearly witnessed her new anatomy quiver and convulse. Self-exploration that had previously fallen under the ‘new and scary’ category was cleanly transitioning into the ‘new and exciting’ category. It’s not like whining and wallowing in lamentations would bring her cock back, and besides, she now had a plethora of new experiences to look forward to.

She sighed and swiveled to get up from the bed, an idea coming to her. ‘I used it before-- I need another look,’ she told herself.

Instead of going for a hand mirror, she pulled her standing, body-length mirror forward, placing it right at the foot of her bed, which was on a box with no frame. She then used pillows and blankets to get comfortable, elevating her body as she had previously and raising her pelvis a few inches. In this new position, she was lying comfortably with a clear and close view of her naked form reflected right back at her. From this angle, she also felt a bump at her spine’s base and had to adjust slightly to accommodate. ‘What will I turn into? That’s surely a tail.’ She shook her head, convincing herself to tackle the changes one at a time and as they came.

She stared at the gorgeous, red-eyed, sandy-blond woman in the mirror and tilted her head, watching her reflection do the same. “Damn… Still not used to that,” she muttered, raising a delicate hand and spreading her fingers. Further distracted from her original goal of adjusting the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her pearly-white teeth. “Hmmm?” She opened her mouth to examine her canines, which were most definitely fangs. An urge to consume meat and protein still ebbed at her, so it was easy enough to glean some of the implications. “Some kind of carnivorous creature-- which I already figured,” she sighed.

Her eyes narrowed when she noticed something peculiar about her ears. They appeared mostly normal, but when she traced a finger over the ride of one, she felt a small amount of fuzz. Upon tracing the complete outline of one ear, she realized there was a slight point, and the ear was perhaps slightly higher on her head than usual. ‘Carnivorous mammal traits-- like a cat or wolf?’  She envisioned Dr. Rowena and her pristine, white cat fur, her cheeks immediately reddening. If she turned out that gorgeous, maybe it wouldn’t be so awful. There was a lot about ‘demis’ she didn’t know, including how some could apparently control their level of transformation. Some research was likely in order.

Finally, she remembered the whole reason she put herself in this position. With bated breath, she stared at the reflection of her perfectly shaped vulva. Unlike the first time she inspected herself days prior, her sex was swollen with arousal and glistening with slick fluid. Her labia minora were more clearly visible and she had a clear view of a pink pearl shimmering within its fleshy hood. ‘Holy shit,’ she shivered at the sight, squirming as she considered her next move.

She once more slid fingers, this time of her left hand, over her labia majora and spread her sex open with a sticky “Schlrp!”. Now trembling, she carefully looked over each nook and cranny of her aching pussy. She noted the cleft up top where the folds began, and the location of her clitoris, nestled slightly lower. She bit her lip and ignored the cool air blanketing her inner sex, which was yet another sensation she’d have to get used to. Below her clit, she noted a small hole. Using her right hand, she brushed a fingertip down to the apex of her feminine crevice. Sweat glistened on her body as adrenaline pumped through her, and she slid the finger downward, taking in every sensation. As expected, touching her clitoris resulted in a small gasp and a tingly pulse radiating through her loins. Curiosity driving her, she lightly touched the small hole below and winced. ‘My much less convenient urethra,’ she briefly lamented but was not genuinely upset. The thought that she now peed from a small hole burned within her labia was still strange to her, but she figured she’d get used to it. Over half the world’s population got by just fine this way.

She explored lower, coming across the second hole that marked the bottom of her vulva. She stared with a dumbfounded expression, further spreading her labia and legs to get a view of her vagina. While her clit and urethra served functions similar to a penis, this hole was entirely and utterly female. She considered her vagina’s functions and grew more flustered by the second. For one, if or when she started getting periods, she’d need to wear a pad or tampon to deal with the shedding of her uterine wall.

Beyond that, her vagina was purely a tool of pleasure and reproduction. It self-lubricates for the sole purpose of receiving hard, phallic objects. It was designed for pleasure and for insemination, nothing else.

In spite of her wandering thoughts, her finger found its way back to her clit, unable to ignore the throbbing need. She pushed harder, sliding up and down the tender nerve bundle as sparks of pleasure erupted within her loins and consumed her. “Mm-- ahhhh!” Her self-examination and contemplations of her new anatomy only served to make her hornier than before. She raised her left hand to her breast and gave a gentle squeeze while using the index and middle fingers of her right hand to stroke her sex, running over the moist slit while paying particular attention to her clit.

With a better mental image of her womanly form in the thralls of pleasure, she closed her eyes and once again envisioned Gretchen between her legs. The firm, masculine hands returned, touching her breasts and pinching her nipples as she did so to herself, eliciting mews and cries of painful pleasure. Her areolas stiffened as blissful jolts simultaneously shot through her breasts and pussy. The pleasure was a full-body experience that nearly left her too shaky to continue. Every inch of her body tingled with a heavenly, buttery warmth, and she hadn’t even explored that bottom-most hole yet. She knew she’d need to experience a vaginal orgasm at some point but was apprehensive to investigate that thoroughly yet.

As one orgasm hit, the blissful waves washed through her sweat-dampened form before the tension began to mount once more. After experiencing an orgasm more intense than any she’d felt as a man, she immediately understood there was much more to come. Her heart raced as she panted and moaned, shakily arching her hips and grinding her crotch against her fingers. “Mmm--aaaaaah!” She moaned, simultaneously pinching her nipple and clit, rubbing both sensitive pink nubs between her finger and thumb. ‘Holy-- fucking shit…’ Was all she could think as the pleasure from her vulva and from her breast complimented one another and coalesced, amplifying the unfettered bliss that overtook her.

Chris grew more animated as she applied more pressure and pushed her fingers through her labia, gliding up and down while paying particular attention to the throbbing pink pearl. Womanly pleasure was a full-body experience. No, it was more than that: an experience of both body and soul. Much of the stress and anxiety built over the last week from the rigors of transience melted away into the pleasure. She pinched and twisted her nipple as the fingers of her right hand dipped to just outside her vaginal opening, collecting viscous fluid to use as a lubricant. ‘H-- How convenient…’ she purred and squirmed. Women needed no lotion or petroleum jelly; as long as they were sufficiently aroused, there was an inkpot at the ready for her fingers to dip into.

She opened her eyes amidst the throes of orgasmic delight and watched how her body trembled, glistening with a layer of perspiration. She panted, her breasts heaving with each labored breath. ‘How hot… Damn…’ She had a first-row seat to the production of a lifetime. A gorgeous woman pleasuring herself for the delight of Chris, who could both watch the show and experience it firsthand.

She examined her quivering vulva as she pushed her fingers through the labia and spread them apart. Her sex was a deep, rosy color and engorged with arousal. The muscles contracted and writhed, and she watched in arousal-fueled curiosity as her vaginal hole expanded and contracted involuntarily. The entire region below her waist was sensitive and insanely responsive to stimulation; the more she touched herself and experienced the euphoria of womanhood, the more her pussy urged her onward.

‘There’s still so much more…’ She mused, considering the orifice quite literally made for sex and reproduction aching between her legs.

While watching the woman reflected back, she reluctantly withdrew her hands and let them fall to her sides, taking time to inspect herself more clearly. She looked hotter and sexier than she could have imagined. The way her cute, little fangs showed through as she gasped for breath-- the way her still not fully satiated sex twitched and glistened with the fluid she produced.

‘Isn’t this okay?’ She asked, actively forcing herself to ignore the urge to resume her session of self-pleasure. Why had she been so hung up on male pride and masculinity? Well, she understood why. She spent the entirety of her life as a cis male, perfectly content with her maleness. It wasn’t that becoming a woman was inherently wrong; there were simply a few factors that made the situation extremely difficult. When her maleness was unceremoniously ripped away, there had felt a profound loss of agency. She had no control over the drastic changes and had no idea what to expect once she changed. The fear of losing control-- the fear of having no autonomy, was genuine. Then, there were the social aspects of her transformation. How would everyone around her react? Would her friends and family pity her and walk on glass? Would anyone think she’s sick or broken? So far, she had enjoyed a fantastic night with her best friends, had been treated kindly by her doctor, and has a family that seems to support her. She hadn’t shown her new female form to her family yet, but she’d cross that bridge when she got there.

Then were the boons of her transformation, which she had already thought through ad nauseam. Being healthier, younger, having more stamina, less pain, etcetera.

She snapped out of her thoughts when her clit throbbed and whined for more attention. “Okay, okay… I get it; you’re a needy one,” she mused, glancing at her vulva’s reflection. Horniness further building, she pushed two fingers over her clit and rubbed while pinching her nipple and allowing her head to lull back. “Ahhhhh…” She closed her eyes and let the torrent of feminine, blissful sensations wash over her like a warm bath.

Another orgasm hit, and then another in quick succession. Her legs shook and trembled wildly, her breathing becoming erratic. She couldn’t see straight, and holding coherent thoughts proved impossible. Moans and mews flooded her room as she rubbed harder and faster, feeling an impossibly potent tension mounting within her clit and her body’s very core. It only took a few seconds for her to realize this next orgasm would supersede all that had come before. At the same time, her vulva grew painfully sensitive. Despite the rising pleasure, she knew her pussy could only hold out a little longer.

‘My climax…’  Chris mused, ascertaining what this combination of sensations meant. She felt an adrenaline-fueled rush, entirely thrilled to reach her masturbation session’s natural conclusion.

Finally, the tension hit a boiling point, and the dam broke. Pure, euphoric bliss cascaded through her crotch and rippled through her body, consuming every fiber of her being. She tried to keep her fingers in place, but her legs buckled and forced together in defiance. Unable to withstand the maelstrom of feminine pleasure, she withdrew her hand and fell to her back with her arms to each side and her legs spread. “Mm-- f-- fuck-- ahhhh…” She writhed and moaned, her body still consumed by the orgasmic ripples that slowly ebbed away. When she opened her eyes, she saw only stars, her pussy and clit rhythmically convulsing and causing her hips and pelvis to shudder.

She had never felt anything so good before. Even twenty seconds later, her body remained hot and tingly, with tiny electric bursts occasionally welling within her clit and dispersing. In the absence of the mind-numbing orgasm, she still felt incredible. A sense of comfort and peace overtook her like a monk finding nirvana. The afterglow left her in a state of total relaxation, leaving her unable to maintain any semblance of negativity at that moment.

“How many monks throughout history would have found nirvana if they were born women?” She jokingly mused, still panting as she closed her eyes and basked in her new experience. A few unrelated stray thoughts flitted through her mind as seconds turned into minutes. She still had to figure out if magic was an attainable goal, and she felt her second leg of transience ramping up.

Her tailbone ached, and her ears itched. Not only did she desire meat, but she felt different in other ways. She wanted to tease and harass Rodrick and Gretchen, to run around and play with them. When she imagined Gretchen, she felt a growing desire to aggressively pin her down and nip her all over with her new set of fangs.

Amidst those thoughts, her eyes suddenly widened, her zen state interrupted. ‘What the hell was that?’ She asked herself. While daydreaming of nipping Gretchen, her fantasies warped into something unexpected, having briefly envisioned herself pressing her adorable fangs upon Rodrick’s neck while he returned the favor, biting her in return while sliding a firm hand over her side.

There was no doubt in Chris’s mind that she found women sexually attractive; she knew she always would. The thought of sharing a bed with Gretchen excited her as much as when she was male-- perhaps even more so. But, Rodrick? “No… Surely not,’ she muttered, shaking her head as she put her hands over her face.

It was then she recalled the oddities that manifested during her masturbation session. Who’s hand was that? It certainly wasn’t her own or Gretchen’s. Why was anything masculine invading what she originally envisioned as a lesbian fantasy?

She recalled Dr. Patel’s homework and some of the information she received. The doctor briefly suggested she explore the possibility of her sexuality changing and evolving and not to completely shun the idea that she may end up finding men attractive.

“Fuck,” she quietly grunted while simultaneously assailed by a desire to devour steak and confusion over her sexuality. She was just getting used to the idea of thinking of herself as a lesbian, and now confusion and self-doubt reared their ugly heads once more.

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