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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You squeak in embarrassment, tugging at the hem of your glossy white nightgown.
"Of course!" Your girlfriend, Claire, giggles. "What's the point of turning female if you don't explore your new assets?"
Your cheeks flush and you turn your head away. "It's not like I chose to turn into a-- hey!!" You gasp as you're pinned onto your back, your tail sticking out from under you.
Your girlfriend giggles as she quickly strips the gown from you and admires your supple, curvaceous form. "Your breasts are perfect, by the way. Totally jealous."
You turn beet red and are about to protest when her lips press upon your tit, her tongue flitting over your hardened nipple. "A-- ahh!" You squeal, shivering as her fingertips trace down your sensitive tummy and dip into the waistband of your cotton panties.
It had been strange enough putting the undies on and feeling how they tightly hugged your new sex. When Claire’s fingers trace the length of your moist slit and spread the folds, you whimper and grab the sheets as a surge of arousal courses through you.
Seconds later, your panties are on the floor while your precious mate softly purrs and inspects your vulva. She applies a small amount of pressure, pushing her index and middle fingers over your outer labia, causing your clit to throb. “W-- why are you staring like that?” You mutter, noticing the grin on Claire’s face.
“Oh, it’s nothing… You just have such a perfect shape. Plenty of women would kill for a pussy like yours,” she teases, sliding a finger over your clit.
“Don’t say th-- ahhhh!” You gasp and push your hips against her hand, reveling in the blissful sensations radiating from the fleshy nub. Your tail swishes and thumps the bed while increasingly euphoric waves cascade through your nethers, saturating your pelvis and lower body.
You give in and allow your mate to demonstrate the joys of womanhood, with each orgasm proving more intense than the last. Glancing down amidst your moans, you see the soft shape of your body and the sight of your V line tapering down into smooth, pale skin where your genitals once hung. What a strange vision; how could this feminine shape be yours?
After climaxing, you curl against Claire, who kisses you tenderly and holds you to her chest. “There’s so much more to show you,” she promises with a gentle smile.
You just nod and close your eyes, remaining silent. Life was more complicated now, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing-- especially if sex would always feel this good.
A few days later, you walk into the living room, wearing a sexy maid outfit while blushing furiously. “H-- Happy birthday, Claire… Is this really what you wanted?” You huff, not wanting to admit how sexy and adorable you feel wearing such cute clothes.
“Skirt up.” show me those panties, my cute little maid,” Claire purrs.
Unable to refuse the demands of your mistress for the day, you nod and bite your lip slightly, lifting your skirt to expose the lacy panties underneath. Claire doesn’t need to know how excited you are for the evening.