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Chris laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as she reeled from the last few weeks of life. How was one supposed to deal with such an overwhelming onslaught of information? She thought about all that she’d learned about transience, magic, and the world she lived in.
“Mmm…” She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to force the excess thoughts from her brain so she could relax.
Unfortunately for her, ousting those annoyances from her head only led to new musings taking their place. Was Carrie right? Was her upcoming hangout session with Rodrick kinda like a date? Her cheeks flushed as she rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up. ‘Of course, not. Why am I letting this get into my head?...’ She still wasn’t ready to deal with such a dilemma. It was true that her sexuality changing wouldn’t be the end of the world; her talks with Dr. Patel and Carrie helped reinforce that, but still. Even if such desires manifested within her, it didn’t mean she’d actually want to date a man and be the woman in a male-female courtship pairing. She still undeniably found women attractive, so she was trying to convince herself that relationships with other women were the only kind she’d attempt to pursue.
As her confusion mounted, she recalled the advice of Dr. Patel and Roweana. Mindfulness and body awareness exercises that would help her be more intune with herself-- with her anatomy and her feelings regarding said anatomy and hormonal changes.
At that point, she became aware of a warm, mildly damp tingle between her thighs. Having experienced these sensations multiple times by now, she squirmed a little and sat up with a resigned sigh. “Maybe I can get my mind off of everything,” she mused out loud, standing to her feet as she stripped out of the shorts and shirt adorning her womanly form.
Now completely nude, she laid back in bed and set her phone up on a mechanical arm that could hold it in front of her hands-free. Without allowing time to second guess herself, she used a private browser and navigated to a porn site. Apparently, this would help her determine what she was into. It was important to figure out which types of porn turned her on, and which individual she projected herself into within said pornographic videos.
She decided to start with something easy, deciding on a video depicting a lesbian scenario. Before long, she was presented with a scene depicting two women in overly sexy outfits letting out exaggerated moans and sucking each other. The more domineering woman called the other a ‘good little bitch’ and other similar phrases. These women were undeniably attractive, and when they started to engage in sexual acts, she did feel the familiar embers of arousal stirring within her sex, her nipples hardening while the need to touch herself blossomed.
She watched a little longer, her fingers resting just above her waist as she considered whether or not she wanted to engage in self-pleasure while this specific video played. Something felt off, though. The scenario seemed kinda fake; the way they spoke to each other, the way the acts were framed, and everything, simply didn’t resonate with her.
‘Is this a bad sign?’ Chris lamented, concerned that this meant she might be less attracted to women now. Before she could follow that train of thought too far, something occurred to her. Based on the video tags, this was porn aimed at straight men that merely found the thought of two girls fucking to be hot.
She could no longer view this type of material through that lens. She wasn’t a distant, outside observer who could merely observe these acts and enjoy them purely as a spectator. When she attempted to insert herself as one of the two girls, she didn’t feel any fulfillment-- but, why? The only thing she could think of was that the idea of engaging in performative sex that was so obviously tailored for others to watch and get off to didn’t appeal to her.
“Do I want something more intimate?” She muttered, glancing down at her breasts and her body’s shape. Using her eyes, she followed her abdomen down to her V-line. Instead of a cock and balls, the cleft of her feminine cleft was just visible beneath the parse patch of pubic hair. It was still almost unbelievable that this body belonged to her, but it did. Her cheeks flushed as her clit throbbed ever so slightly. There was simply no way she could enjoy porn from a male perspective when she objectively wasn’t male. As much as she hated to admit it, the idea of fantasizing of sex as a man didn’t remotely appeal to her. She no longer had male equipment, or the desire to penetrate and dominate. The very idea of trying to imagine sex in a male body while touching herself as a woman felt wrong and infinitely unappealing.
When it came down to it, her fantasies needed to suit her new self. She couldn’t experience sex with a cock any longer, but she could do so with a pussy. Having masturbated and engaged in intimacy with Gretchen, she knew how good it felt-- how wonderful sexual release as a woman could be. How could she enjoy sex and sexual fantasies from a male perspective when she wasn’t male and when experiences within her current sex were more than satisfactory?
With a shake of her head, she looked back to her phone and briefly browsed before putting on a different lesbian porno; one from a section for porn aimed at women.
What greeted her was an amateur video between two women in an actual lesbian relationship. Two women in their bras and underwear laid in bed, while one of them gently kissed the other, who was below her. “Do you know how much I love you?” She asked with a grin, moving down as she kissed and nipped her neck.
The woman beneath her squirmed a little and blushed, letting out a small giggle. “I might need to be reminded. How much do you love me?”
“Oh? A lesson can be arranged,” the woman on top purred, starting to touch her partner’s body slowly and intimately, pulling her into a lustful kiss while slipping a hand under one of her bra cups.
Chris quickly grew transfixed, watching the scene unfold with great attention. Seeing the obvious love between these two stirred something within her and she unconsciously found herself imagining what it would be like to be the woman on the bottom. To have a beautiful, female mate touching her and kissing her all over. The thought was enough to make her squirm and move one leg over the other.
Before long, the truth was undeniable. Porn catered toward heterosexual men no longer did anything for her. She certainly still found women attractive, but she perceived women differently than she once had. They were not simply the sex she liked to engage in relations with, they were a representation of her. She was one of them and she could become the woman in any sexual encounter.
“Mmmm…” Without realizing it, Chris had dipped her fingers between her legs and pressed two of them into the hot, moist folds, her vulva writhing and tingling with need. Her eyes transfixed on the lesbian couple.
Before long, the couple was completely nude and their camera was adjusted to get a closeup of the bottom girl’s perfectly shaved vulva. The more dominant woman’s tongue pressed against her glistening sex and pressed in through the folds, moving upward toward her clitoris.
Chris brushed a fingertip against her clit, applying some pressure before shuddering and letting out a small gasp as warm, tingly waves radiated through her pelvis. She usually wasn’t this sensitive, but the arousing scene on display had served as a warmup. “Ahhh…” She blushed deeply, watching intently as the bottom girl moaned and arched her hips. Chris imagined herself in that position, lying on her back as a gorgeous woman sucked and licked her aching pussy.
It was in these moments that Chris truly enjoyed this new body of hers. She was capable of such potent sexual sensations-- ones that could go on for hours. Her body was sensitive all over and extremely receptive to touch. Caressing, kissing, sucking, vaginal pleasure, clitoral pleasure-- all of it served as a constant reminder of the boons of womanhood. Not to mention, she didn’t have to worry about staying hard-- about performing well enough with her cock to show her partner true pleasure. While she had no plans of being a pillow princess who doesn’t move in her sexual encounters, not having the expectation of a large, constantly erect cock made the concept of sex less stressful.
The video ended after Chris only had a little time to caress and explore her feminine flower. With a slightly frustrated sigh, she lifted her hand a few inches, resting her fingers a couple of inches from her vulva, and started to look for a new video to watch.
Her initial plan had been to find another lesbian video to enjoy, but she paused when something else caught front the sidebar of recommended videos. The thumbnail showed a nude man and woman embracing in bed. His large back was clearly visible while the woman’s legs and arms were wrapped around him.
She froze in place, staring at the thumbnail as her heart rate picked up. With adrenaline coursing through her, she momentarily averted her gaze and tried to ignore her body’s primal response to the imagery. From such a position, the woman in that video was likely being lovingly pinned to the bed and thrusted into by her mate-- getting filled and stretched as she was filled and pleasured in a way only a man could provide.
“Ergh…” Chris bit her lip and grumbled in frustration before looking at her phone. ‘I have to. How can I explore all of these feelings or whatever if I don’t give it a shot?’ She told herself, convincing herself it was okay to stoke her curiosity.
She clicked on the video without further delay and watched with bated anticipation. Like the previous video, this appeared to be an amateur video depicting a couple. The man kissed his wife tenderly and slowly undressed her while she returned his affection and slid her hands under his shirt.
Chris’s heart raced as the man slowly stripped the woman’s clothing away, leaving her bare. At that point, the man stood at the foot of the bed and slipped out of his shirt before slowly and teasingly slipping his shorts down. When Chris noticed the large concealed bulge, a deep throb pulsed through her sex, her breath catching in her throat. Seconds later, the boxers slipped to the floor and the camera view shifted to one giving a closer look at his erect cock, which he promptly grasped the base and gave a slight squeeze.
“Fuck…” Chris’s cheeks had turned bright red. This video was definitely made for women. Despite her obvious interest in the content before her, she was relieved when the view shifted back to a camera aimed at the bed.
The man stared at his wife’s legs, slowly and gently touching her thighs while kissing and nipping them, brushing his free hand up her inner thigh while giving a squeeze.
The wife giggled and blushed, squirming a little as she grasped as heet. “Mmmm, babe… You’re driving me insane,” she murmured.
“That’s the plan,” the man replied with a sly grin. He made his way up to her pussy, gently rubbing her labia on either side of the moist crevice, causing her to let out a slight moan and push her hips in rhythm with him.
Chris was utterly transfixed, watching the man gently suck and lick his mate’s sex, causing her to squeal and tremble with delight. WIthout thinking, Chris’s fingers slipped beneath her waist once more, probing her tingling labia as she pressed on her clit. Visions of a handsome man’s face between her thighs manifested in her head, allowing her no reprieve from her sexual desire.
Eventually, the husband gently positioned his mate and pulled her legs up, positioning his cock as he pressed it into the folds at her vuva’s base. As he slowly pushed in, the woman gasped with delight and shakily locked her legs around the man’s hips, arching her hips to allow easier access.
Chris shuddered, eyes wide as she watched the husband’s throbbing manhood disappear into his mate. She rubbed her clit more forcefully, letting out a small moan as she imagined a masculine form above her. She was barely aware of the fact she hooked two fingers in her pussy, slowly pressing them inward as her vagina quivered and writhed with warm and insatiable need. This was just an experiment-- she didn’t have to do this again if she didn’t like it-- right?
“Mmm-- aaahh!” Chris moaned as a first vaginal orgasm pulsed through her sex and permeated every cell of her lower body. She was completely incapable of stopping herself; the sight of this couple entwined-- the woman being penetrated and pleasured, proved irresistible for the fox girl, her tail swishing beneath her and thumping against the bed.
CHAPTER END
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