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You try to ignore the growing sense of confusion that comes with your new pussy-body's sexual needs. While conversing with two other humans-turned-pussies might be a welcome change, doing so may introduce further complications as well.



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You try your hardest to enjoy the meetup, pushing the image of a well formed cock out of mind.  There are other benefits to this meetup, and you’re hoping to make some connections with others experiencing the same life changes as yourself.

You exchange a few words with Johnson and Flora while trying to maintain your composure.  The fact you’re speaking with other people-turned-genitals is bizarre, especially when considering that you must now count yourself amongst their ranks.  When the opportunity to break off into a smaller chat group with other vulvas arises, you jump at the opportunity, deciding some time away from male genitalia would do you well.

Upon entering the new chat, you see two other pussies on screen.  One tanned and clean shaved, and the other pale with a heart-shaped patch of pubic hair and a clitoral hood piercing.

“Hey, hey!  You’re new to these meetings, aren’t you?” The pale pussy asks.  “You can call me Jeanette.”

 “Nora,” the tan vulva adds.

You feel anxious, unable to properly verbalize your feelings.  Looking at the others, you have to contend with the fact that you’re one of them.  Just like the two pussies in the chat room, you share the same form and function-- a feminine sex organ with complex, beautiful folds.  All of you constitute anatomy that allows women to relieve themselves sexually, urinate, and reproduce.  “H-- Hey…  I’m-- umm…”  You pause, realizing you don’t have a proper name to give them.  Using your old male name seems inappropriate.  “I’m not sure what to call myself; my host is Lina,” you add.

“That’s okay!”  Jeanette promises.  “We know it’s complicated, and you probably haven’t been a puss for very long.”

“We’ll have to call you something though,” Nora insists.

“I-- umm…”  You freeze up, trying to think of something-- anything you can use as a name.  “Riley,” you finally reply.  A gender neutral name that you find cute-- that works, right?  It really starts to dawn on you that your persona as a pussy is innately feminine.  Despite lacking a full human body, you are an entirely female part of someone else’s.  The AI voice you’re currently using carries a very neutral vocal inflection, but should you be using one that’s more inherently feminine?  Should you start seeing yourself as feminine and womanly?  You are technically part of one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever met.

“I dig it; nice to meet you, Riley,” Jeanette cheers.  “This is all pretty new to you, huh?  If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re really fucking hot.  Perfect shape, perfect trim…  I promise you’re going to garner some interest in our little group,” she teases with a soft laugh.

You flush, feeling damp heat permeate your loins.  You can only assume this is your new version of blushing.  What was this feeling?  Pride?  Embarrassment?  Whether you like it or not, you find yourself pleased with the compliment.  “Well-- Lina is pretty amazing.  She knows how to take care of me, so I can’t complain.”

“Remember,” Nora chimes in.  “You’re worth more than the value of your hostess.  You might be her vulva, but you’re still a person with your own consciousness and thoughts.  Positive affirmations are important for those with GMS.”

You take in those words but find yourself wondering if that can really be true.  Are you really more than Lina’s pussy?  Sure, you can converse with her, and others in chat rooms like you are now, but you’re ultimately a pussy.  Anyone who looks at you will see a gorgeous woman’s feminine sex, and you’ll have no way of proving otherwise.  “I guess…  This is all so new for me; it’s hard to process,” you admit.

“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to,” Jeanette affirms.  “Eventually, you start to enjoy it as long as you have a good host.  You get to kick back and relax, enjoy mind numbing pleasure, and enjoy the benefits of meditation once you master it.  Thanks to the same technology that allows us to speak here, I’ve taken up writing and have quite a lot of time to do so without needing to worry about a day job.”  She laughs before continuing.  “Have you seen some of the bright side yet?”

Yes, you have.  You’re quite acquainted with the good side of your new life, though it embarrasses you to admit it out loud.  “You could say that…  I could do without some of the confusion and intrusive thoughts, but I’ve definitely enjoyed some of the benefits.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Nora offers sympathetically. “I was female before my transformation, but I was also a lesbian.  My hostess is bisexual, so I’ve had to deal with a lot of thoughts and feelings I would have rather ignored.”

“I was male like you,” Jeanette adds.  “I know just how hard it can be.  I’m guessing your hostess is a heterosexual woman?  Our sexual preferences tend to merge with our host’s, but definitely skew in their favor when it comes to our new sexual needs.”

Wait-- how did they know!?  Was it that obvious?  “I never said I was male before I changed-- how do you-- err…”  You stammer, growing even more embarrassed.  As far as you know, Lina is straight.  The thought of her attraction toward men impacting your sexuality as a living vulva is both disturbing and somehow a little erotic.

“Oh, hon…” Nora sighs.

“Sorry, dear,” Jeanette adds.  “It’s super obvious.  You’re using a neutral voice bank, you picked a gender neutral name…  You can just tell after a while; you remind me of me a couple of years ago.”

“I-- don’t know how to respond to that.  Yeah, like you said, it’s really hard to deal with all these feelings,” you concede.

“The anticipation is the worst part,” Jeanette promises.  “Once you start to break down some of those old masculine mental complexes and bed with your first cock, life gets a lot easier.  It feels incredible and it only gets better when you give yourself permission to enjoy your new desires.”

You freeze and briefly recall Johnson’s well-endowed cock body.  Your mind then drifts back to the porno you watched of a man-turned-pussy getting filled and fucked by a large, meaty cock.  The very thought causes you to shudder and dampen with arousal.  How on earth did the conversation get here!?