It was new, college. August of Averie’s first year had just begun and, frankly, it was terrifying. Eighteen solid years of her life had passed as a man, and it was only at the end of her senior year of high school that she’d begun hormone replacement therapy. It was an absolute blessing for her - a gateway into a life that she’d actually appreciate and enjoy.
She’d been depressed since she was an early adolescent. Reclusive from her peers and seen as an outcast, she didn’t understand what the feelings of dissociation with herself and her environment meant. It just all… felt wrong. Looking back on it now, she realized that the signs had always been there. Bizarre hopes that she could become a girl for good were constant. Magic, shapeshifting, potions, mind transfers, just anything really. But, she wasn’t trans. Those were the strange people she’d seen on the news and heard about online - gross, old, delusional people who tried to become something they just weren’t. She just had a fetish.
Or maybe she was just a crossdresser. After all, these feelings arose as she was becoming aware of sex and her body, it was just natural to be so straight to want to be the object of her desires.
But time trickled forward, and she became more receptive to the idea of being transgender. Experiences with others on the internet had helped, and the holes in her logic began to show. Perhaps she wasn’t just some gross fuck-up with a secret fetish after all.
She was sixteen when the epiphany occurred. At her absolute low - a suicidal nadir - she understood what had plagued her all of these years. She really was female. It was hard to get used to. Yeah, she’d been wrestling with these feelings for six or seven years at this point, and there had been signs even earlier - dating back to early childhood - but it still took ages to actually come out.
Early senior year. It was still a vivid memory a year on. The grain of the tan floorboards burned into her eyes as she stared at them, tears flooding her vision, avoiding the sight of her parents as she broke the news. The world seemed to warp around her, a sense of separation from the actual events as they occurred; the uncertainty of the outcome and the reality of finally admitting her feelings had created an unreal, alien perception of the world - everything intensified and new, yet intimately familiar. Her heartbeat raced, and yet she remained paralyzed.
It only lasted a few seconds as words spilled forth, and her parents took it well, yet just admitting it in words to others made it so intensely real in a way that it just hadn’t felt before.
Thankfully, this marked the beginning of real change and improvement for her. She went out and bought new clothing. And a new, more transgender-oriented therapist helped evaluate and prepare her for what it really meant to be trans. It was nothing new for her. She’d accepted and explored it for years. But a physical transition meant something for her. A real validation in her life that she was continuing on.
Yet, it took time. Beyond just the mandatory time in therapy to get on hormones, fully committing was still tough. Her girlfriend didn’t take the news particularly well, and it was hard giving up a relationship that had lasted years. The fall semester was rough, and the choice between keeping her girlfriend and pursuing her true self was decided suddenly and painfully. Her girlfriend just couldn’t commit anymore and chose to break up. A painful truth for both of them, they each knew it was for the best, even if it was soul-shattering.
Although in pain, this made Averie free to continue on her journey. Therapy progressed smoothly now that she no longer had such a great obstacle in her path. Within the last month of the spring semester - late April - her first goal was achieved. She was put on hormones.
College still came too quickly. Late April to late August was only a span of four months - hardly enough time for the hormones to kick in - but she tried to live full time. She knew she didn’t pass, and she faced some adversity over the summer while out of the house, but it at least alleviated some of the pain.
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Averie looked herself up and down in the mirror. Her outfit was alright, she guessed, however any glimpse of herself was just pain. While none of her features were overtly masculine, she still wasn’t feminine either. The inhabitants of the forum she frequented had said she was “androgynous”. It was certainly better than before, and her features had mapped onto being a girl fairly well compared to many people she’d seen, but still; her brow bone was too pronounced, her chin a little too wide, her ribcage seemingly too large, her hips far too narrow, her hairline a little too high, and her fat distribution too masculine. She knew it was hard to tell what was true and what was her self-esteem issues acting up - as dysphoria had become a bitch after coming out - yet it was still painful to behold herself regardless.
The first day of school was here. The transition to college is hard for anyone - moving away, becoming responsible for a chaotic schedule and yet not held accountable at all, meeting all brand-new people, and tougher course-work. Yet, people were generally fine in her college dorms - sometimes supportive, sometimes tolerant, but rarely was she made uncomfortable. This gave her at least a little hope that things would be alright.
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Removing her face from the map on her phone, she stumbled into her first class of her first semester. Her heart beating fast, she had no clue what to expect. It was a smaller class, only 20-ish students. English 105, a prerequisite for all students of all majors, it was filled with a diverse set of kids from all interests.
Averie plopped herself down in the back-left corner of the room. The computer monitors would hopefully hide her face, and she might be able to get away from the attention of other students. Unfortunately, this did not entirely work.
Only a few seconds until class was to begin, it seemed like everyone had taken their seats. But as the professor began to introduce himself, a really cute girl quietly slipped in. Averie felt intense envy just looking at her - high cheeks, a cute nose, a thin jaw and a tiny chin. Light brown hair descended to her mid-chest, and her body was quite thin. Quickly looking for a seat, the girl eyed the whole room. There were plenty of open chairs - the classroom was a fair amount larger than the student population that inhabited it - yet when she saw Averie, her face lit up, and she headed straight for the chair beside her.
Averie diminished herself as the late girl dropped down next to her.
“Hey-o~! You seem like you could use a group-mate. I know it’s annoying when someone new tries to strike up a conversation, but I need to meet new people anyway - y’know, make a friend or whatever. Oh yeah, my name’s Ana by the way, what’s yours?”
Averie diminished herself further and quietly uttered in her best attempt at a female voice:
“I’d rather not say, sorry, I just… it’s so awkward… y’know it’s just…”
“Is [deadname] here?” The professor announced, taking roll-call.
“Fuck.” She muttered. Making her voice louder yet still as feminine as she could muster, she called out “Here!”
“Ah, alright. Odd name for a girl, but whatever.” He commented before moving on.
Ana smirked at Averie.
“So, is that really the name you’d like me to call you? Certainly you have another name you prefer. I’m not going to push any further if you don’t want, I just would like to be respectful.”
“Y-yeah, it’s Averie.”
“Ah. That’s a pretty name. You should tell the professor that you go by that. Sure, it might be embarrassing, but I doubt you want to be called by your deadname the whole time.”
“I mean, yeah, but I’d rather not attract attention to myself… Wait, you used the term “deadname”; cis people generally don’t seem to know that term. How’d you…?”
“Oh, yeah. I have another trans friend. I hear a lot from her. She’s pretty nice…”
“Is Anastacia here?” The professor called out, still in the process of attendance.
“Here!” Ana yelled before returning to the conversation. “I could introduce you sometime if you’d like… You don’t have to or anything, I just thought it might be nice to talk to a more experienced trans girl.”
“I mean, yeah. That’d be really sweet.” Averie was no longer scrunched up, and was turned to face Ana directly.
“Alright then! I’ll text her now and see if she’s interested. Hopefully she’ll get back to me by the end of class. If not, I’ll just tell you in class on Wednesday.”
Ana whipped her phone out and began to type something up. Averie wasn’t even sure that she was in her messages app. It seemed a little odd, but she pushed it aside. Hopefully Ana wasn’t fucking with her.
“Done!” Ana proclaimed. “Oh yeah, don’t worry about not passing well. Sure, your features aren’t the most feminine, but you’re still fairly androgynous, and in female clothing almost nobody will notice. Your voice is pretty good, too. I just clocked you because I kinda have… experience with this stuff that makes it more obvious to me? It’s hard to explain. It’ll be clear when I introduce you to my friend.”
Reässured, but a little confused, Averie sat back, happy that things seemed to be going well so far.
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The end of class had come, and after approaching the professor about her name, Averie stepped outside to go to her next class.
“Hey, Averie!”
Ana startled Averie as she jumped out from beside the door into her way.
“My friend responded! She can meet whenever you want! What would work for you? Soon? A weekend? Some evening?”
Ana was quite enthusiastic.
“I don’t have classes Wednesday evening. Will that work for her?” Averie asked, a little more grounded than her conversation mate.
“Yeah, probably. I’ll ask her now… Y’know what? Do you want to exchange numbers so we can talk? It’ll help.”
“Yeah, sure, I suppose.”
“Great!”
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The rest of the Monday went by pretty uneventfully. Averie only had one class on Monday and Wednesday - they were mostly grouped up on Tuesday/Thursdays and Fridays - so it gave her a lot of time to prepare for the next day and get stressed about roll call again.
‘Hopefully Ana’s friend is nice. I mean, Ana herself was, so I doubt a friend of hers would be any worse. Still, it didn’t actually seem like she texted her. She just kinda fumbled around with her phone a bit. But ehh, maybe I’m just imagining things.’ She thought.
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Tuesday came and went. She had three classes in a row; an entire time block of 5 hours of back-to-back classes was hell, and she really didn’t know how she’d deal with it for a whole semester. Thankfully two were lecture hall courses, so she could just sit down and try to hide in the back. The third was a smaller math course, similar in seating to her English course the day prior. Sadly, there were no nice faces here, and so she sat in the back once more. Roll call came. She did correct the professor this time, but it came at the expense of some catty whispers on another side of the room. Her paranoid mind went into overdrive.
‘They know. They must hate me. I’m gross. I’m going to be shunned by everyone. I’ll never make any friends here. I’ll be lonely forever, without anyone in my life…’
She collapsed onto her desk in a sad heap as she sorted out her thoughts. The lesson wasn’t anything important. It was mostly just reading the syllabus and talking about the course, so she thankfully didn’t miss much.
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English 105 came again on Wednesday, and just like last time, Ana came to sit next to Averie.
“Are you still up for meeting my friend around 5?”
“Yeah, of course. What’s her name? You’re just calling her ‘my friend’. Certainly she has a name, right?”
“Of course she has a name! It’s… uhh… Ash...lin?”
Averie raised her eyebrow. Ana gave an awkward smile back. Clearly something was off about this whole situation.
“You hesitated. She is real, right? I’m not going to get mugged, murdered, or raped, yeah?
“Oh! Of course not!” Ana seemed genuinely offended at the notion. “Like, yeah, we just met, but still, I just want to help. You don’t have to meet with her if you don’t want to.”
Averie sighed:
“Sure, yeah, I’ll go. I’d love to talk to another trans girl in person. Just, I better not regret this.”
“You won’t! I promise.”
“Alright.”
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As they departed class, Ana had only a short word to say to Averie:
“Dorm 632 at 5, alright? Don’t forget!”
Ana then bolted off. While wary, Averie still was looking forward to it.
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Averie checked her phone for the time. 17:01, it read.
‘A little late.’ She noted, ‘but hopefully they don’t mind.’
She looked at the big, red 632 on the door as she knocked, her heart pounding.
“Ah! Come in!” She heard Ana’s voice call from the other side. “It’s unlocked!”
Averie stepped into the room. There was notably only one person in there.
“Make yourself comfortable! I’ll go get her!” Ana chirped.
“O...kay? Shouldn’t she already be here?”
“Well, she kinda is…”
Ana quickly slipped behind Averie and locked the door, barricading it with her body.
“Oh god,” Ana breathed hard, “this is going to get really fucking weird, but I swear it’s for the best.”
Fear seized Averie’s body. This was indeed all a ruse. The friend wasn’t real after all. She whipped around towards the door, just in time to watch Ana yank her face off. Averie’s brow furrowed in concern, her eyes went wide, and her face contorted into a grimace.
Averie wasn’t quite sure what she expected to be below the face of her ‘friend’. Seeing another person there was certainly terrifying in its own way, but at least it wasn’t some otherworldly being or just a strange injury. Underneath Ana’s face was a boy’s, pretty much the same age as Averie. He had tanned skin; still fair, but it seemed like he had spent a lot of time outside. Unlike Ana’s long light brown hair, his was short and dark brown, nearing black. Overall, his general facial features screamed “effeminate”, yet not “feminine”. His body, still in the husk of Ana, was withdrawn as he shyly looked to Averie, quite embarrassed.
“Uhh, hi… please don’t get angry or make a ruckus,” He muttered, “I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want, just I thought it would be nice to help you out. And I… uhh… well…”
“Are you still… Ana?” Averie asked, intrigued, confused, and concerned all at once.
“Oh! Uhh, yeah,” S/he responded, “I mean, my name is legally Anastacia - Ana - it’s what I’ve been going by for a few years now. My old male name is Ash. I don’t really like to tell people it, but I dunno, you seem like you could understand.”
“So like… you’re trans, too? You’ve just been wearing the… skin… of a girl…? I’m sorry, but what the fuck?”
“Yeah, I’m trans as well. I generally go full stealth and pass perfectly, since y’know, this basically makes me into a cisgender girl for the most part. And I’ve taken care of all of the legal stuff already. I know it’s off-putting, disturbing, and kinda gross at first, but honestly, it’s so wonderful. ...And don’t worry, it’s totally artificially made - nobody gets hurt or anything. I dunno why, but some people think that when they first come across them. Y’know, this is a little embarrassing, but like, I’ll show you.”
She stripped off her shirt, shorts, and underwear, becoming fully naked in front of Averie. Averie no longer really was scared, but she still was amazed and confused by all of this.
Ana used her arms to cover her breasts, her male-presenting face blushing.
“It’s entirely real… like, I wouldn’t normally strip in front of someone I just met, but I thought I need to show you to prove it. Like, everything is real. My last boyfriend had no clue, and apparently I can even get pregnant somehow. Because of that, I also get periods; it’s a downside, and I’m sure there’s a way to make the suits without that, but I just thought it would be nice - fully experiencing life as the girl I want to be and all that. Besides being able to take it off, it basically makes me into a cis girl.”
Ana talked as Averie just listened, still trying to comprehend all that was happening,
“So, I saw you and thought, well, here’s a girl that I might be able to help if she wanted - not that you’re doing bad at all. But if you want to, I can make you a skin of any girl you want. You can actually experience being a cis girl if you want. Maybe you just want to be how you are now - everyone’s different, after all, and some girls and guys I’ve talked to take pride in their transness - but I always felt like an impostor, a gross gremlin that’ll never actually be what I want to be.” Ana started to cry pretty hard. “I- I could get surgery, do voice training, pass to every stranger I meet, and yet I still wouldn’t feel like I’ve actually... become a girl. Maybe it’s internalized transphobia, maybe it’s just being a perfectionist, but nothing ever felt like it was enough. But this, it’s just so… so wonderful. A true, instant transition, perfect in almost every way. Only able to be beat by magic, and maybe even more advanced technology. I thought that you might like this; I sure did when I came across it…”
Ana gazed off a little, a mix of happiness and pain crossed her face before she returned to speaking.
“So, like, you don’t have to decide now if you don’t want to, but if you want to - and even if you don’t - I’ll always be here for you. Trans girls have to stand up for each other, as many others won’t.”
Averie had broken into tears at this point. She’d had similar feelings for a long time, and she’d accepted the truth of the situation. Who cared if it was weird? It was a dream come true. Sure, it might be hard to explain to her family and few friends, but it was actually perfect to her.
“P-please. Yes.” Averie tried to talk through the tears, giving a sniffle or two. I’d… I’d love to. Please just… I…”
Ana put her face back on and brought Averie into a sweet hug.
“Sure thing. I can do that.” Her voice was comforting and caring, but a waver of sadness in it also came through. “Just, give me some pictures to work with, and I can make you one. I won’t make a copy of a real person, though, just something similar to a few.”
“Please? Th-thank you so much, Ana. You’re… you’re the absolute best.”
Averie returned the hug, pulling Ana in tight.
When the hug had subsided, Ana guided Averie towards the edge of her bed to just let her get it all out. A gentle smile spread across her face as she watched Averie cry tears of joy. It was nice to do things for others - especially new friends.
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The rest of the week had come and gone, and Averie sporadically sent Ana some pictures of girls she would like to look like: all blonde girls; one with slightly tanned skin, red eyes, a short, black, kind of romper-like outfit, with weird gold patterns on it, and a nice black scarf - she was pretty cute, from some gravity game or something. Next was a girl in a tight blue bodysuit with a gun - Ana recognized her from some game, but couldn’t quite place her finger on which one - she looked nice, although a little to overtly sexual for her tastes. Last came a girl with more white hair than blonde - she wore a cute, black gothic dress with a lace chest window, and thigh high stockings matched with only slightly shorter boots - but the oddest aspect was that she wore a black cloth blindfold. Overall, Ana found Averie’s taste a little odd, but she could work with it fine into someone cute.
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Monday came around again, and Averie could hardly wait to see Ana again. They both were pretty excited to see each other in class. While they spoke in hushed tones, the conversation was high-energy, and nothing was absorbed from the lesson - not that much ever went on in the English class anyway. As class dismissed, they walked out, but soon had to part ways.
“5 o’clock again! 632, remember? I doubt you’d forget or be late. See ya soon!” Ana said, as she hastily walked off to her next class.
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The rest of the day could not go any slower. The week had already felt like a month, but the three hours from the end of class to the meeting with Ana felt like a full week. Averie alternated between playing a game, being on her phone, and listening to music, but it just didn’t help.
Fifteen minutes till five, she decided to head over. It was early, but surely Ana was back by now. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind.
She looked at the big, red 632 on the door as she knocked, her heart pounding.
While she’d been confused and a little anxious the first time, this time was full of joy and excitement. There was a little worry that it wouldn’t be ready, but she hadn’t heard of any hiccoughs from Ana, so hopefully it had worked out fine.
“Ah! You’re early!” Ana’s voice chimed from the other side of the door. “I get it though; you must be excited. I’m still cleaning up and getting ready a bit, but I’ll let you in.”
The door creaked open as Ana peered out, before swinging it open wide.
“Awesome! Come in, come in! Quick!”
As Averie stepped into the room - practically shoved in by Ana, really - Ana shut the door tight and locked it.
“Great! I didn’t want anyone to see you come in or anything, just in case it’d raise suspicion for some reason. Sorry the place is a mess,” Ana apologized - it was indeed a mess, with clothing in piles on the floor and makeup products strewn about on her desk, among other things, “but I wasn’t really expecting you for another 15 minutes. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Nah, it’s totally alright.” Averie tried to be as nonchalant as possible. “So… uhh… not to be pushy or anything, but where is it?”
“Ah! Yeah! Of course. It’s chilling in my closet. It got made over the weekend; I hope it’s to your liking.”
She slid the mirror door to her closet open, revealing a fleshy mass folded neatly on the top shelf above her clothes. She got on the tips of her toes and retrieved it, holding it out by its shoulders so that Averie could see it in full. Sure, it was still quite unappealing in its current state, but neither of them minded - Ana from familiarity, and Averie from excitement. Averie came forth and gingerly took it from her friend.
“I-is it like, totally free, no strings attached?”
Ana scoffed, “Of course it is! I’m helping you out. Yeah, it’s a little pricey to make, but you’re a friend; I totally don’t mind at all. And please, don’t feel indebted at all. It’s yours, one-hundred-percent.”
Averie broke down into tears once more.
“I just... I can’t thank you enough.”
“Well, wait until it’s on to thank me. I’m sure you’ll feel even better then. You can use the bathroom if you’d like - I doubt you’d want me to stare at you naked while you get it on. Take some clothes, too, if you’d like. I don’t need all of them. Y’know, I could take you shopping sometime. I dunno what clothes you got, but if you’re ever down for that, I’d love to go. Or pedicures. Or anything else really. I’m here for you, girl. But yeah, get it on already; I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Averie rushed off to the bathroom with it. She found it confusing and odd at first. The tiny slit on the back of the neck was hard to find, although it stretched well once she did. She didn’t mind her dick flopping around anymore. The frequent cause of dysphoria was now not even a bother, as it soon would be gone. Going feet-first, she worked it up like tights until it reached her crotch. Just as she’d hoped, she no longer could feel her cock. A new, better sensation filled her groin as her vagina filled out into her new body. A mild arousal came from the euphoria, but she kept going - only a little embarrassed from the sensation. The waist cinched around hers, a little tighter as she filled out into an hourglass shape. She noted that so far there was no hair except for some light blonde hair around her genital region. No longer would she have to shave her belly and chest - a godsend, really. As she synched her new chest, she felt slightly more weight. There wasn’t a whole ton, maybe somewhere between an A and B cup, which was fine to her; any was enough - plus it fit the petite frame of her new body. Her arms entered next. Only peach-fuzz-y hair there, which was wonderful. Once again, it was one more place she didn’t have to shave often. At last, she pulled the head over, seeing dark for a second, before light graced her eyes once again. She quickly turned to see her reflection.
It was wonderful. True euphoria. Standing before her was no longer her androgynous, slightly masculine self, but a cute girl. Blonde hair, nearing platinum blonde topped her head, descending to her shoulders, with icy blue eyes to compliment. Her face was fully feminine, barely a trace of the semi-masculine one she’d had before. She was overall shorter, and had a much tinier frame. Her perfect girl. And now, she was her.
Averie stood there, just staring at her new self. It was as if she were dreaming. Just… amazing.
She dressed in a tank top and the shortest, tightest shorts she’d had so far. Her confidence had soared. She was cute now, genuinely hot, even.
The bathroom door swung open as Ana witnessed the new Averie come out. She clasped her hands together in joy, glad to see her new friend in such joy. Averie rushed towards her, clearly weeping, and brought her into the tightest hug she’d ever given.
“I love you! Just, so much! I… I can’t thank you enough. It’s perfect; an absolute dream. I’ve wanted this for years. I just… didn’t think it was possible, but you- you’ve given me the best gift I ever could receive! You hardly even know me! And yet, it means so much!”
Ana returned her hug, patting Averie on the back.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s you now. Really. You’ll never have to return to that male body ever again if you don’t want to.”
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A half-hour of comfort and joy later, they sat on the edge of Ana’s bed together as Averie was given a run-down of what to expect:
“So, you’ll still need to shave your legs - and pussy if you’d like.” Ana explained, quite enthusiastically. “Normal areas that all girls have hair in. Also, you’ll need haircuts for it to stay that length. Then, you’ll need to shower, obviously. It doesn’t self-clean or anything - although your self underneath will remain fine, you don’t have to worry about them again. Then, just like me, you will get periods and can get pregnant. If you don’t want that, just tell me, and I can make the exact same skin without those. I just thought you might want that still. It kinda sucks, but it brings me euphoria, and it might for you too. Don’t feel shame in masturbating soon, either - oh, yeah, you can orgasm like a cis girl, too. It was one of the first things I did when I got it. You’re probably curious, and have been dreaming about it for a while. A sex drive is normal. Mine actually increased after being in a body that I liked inhabiting. Really, it’s basically just as if you were a normal person. You just have to deal with what cis girls do now. I find it all really wonderful still, years on, and from your reaction, it seems you do too.”
Averie nodded, trying to hold back another wave of happy tears.
“I don’t know how you’ll explain this to your parents, but I can help if you’d like.” Ana continued. “That’s a hurdle for another time though. But now, you’re free to go. You can hang out here, if you’d like. I’d like to spend some time, just to learn more about you since we’re still fresh as far as friends go, but if you’d like to return to your dorm, that’s fine too.”
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Averie returned late. Spending time with Ana was nice. Their personalities meshed well, and they seemed to have potential to become quite close. They already had confided quite a bit with each other as is.
And, even though they just met, she had the invasive thought that they might be able to become something more someday. Not that it was a serious consideration or anything - it was possible she didn’t even swing that way. Just an odd thought that forced its way in.
As she lay in bed, exhausted from the day, and interested in how the next would go, a thought crept in. Her nether regions were new, and still somewhat unfamiliar.
‘If just perhaps…’ She reasoned. ‘After all, Ana said there was nothing to be ashamed of… It couldn’t hurt at all, right…’
Averie pulled her pants down and her top off, flinging it to the base of the bed. She unclasped her bra, which joined her top, and her panties joined her shorts at her ankles. She was a little wet, and certainly excited. A soft touch of her breasts revealed that she had changed; it was much softer and more matured. Her masculine self barely had anything, and most of it was still a bud - not really sensitive at all. It felt good. She touched a nipple. Electric ecstasy flooded her body, and she let out a soft moan, more authentically and effortlessly female than her voice before. Butterflies filled her stomach as she experienced the first of true female arousal. Her other hand crept below and played with the outside of her pussy. It felt quite nice, but not as great as she’d hoped. Her finger went up a little and brushed her clit, having heard that it felt far better. Indeed, it was. Just as with her nipple, a jolt filled her, bucking her hips forward a tad. It was tempting to just rub it gently until she came, but she was curious how penetration felt. She was mostly inexperienced with the female body - her girlfriend and her only had sex maybe twice during their multi-year relationship. Averie didn’t care for male sex at all, it made her feel bad and was rather embarrassing for her. So, it took her a while to find her vaginal opening. At first, a finger went in. It was quite tight, and it felt large despite the size. It went in as far as she could, feeling it fill her up. It just felt… right. A sexual fantasy, connected to her desire to be female, could finally be realized. One finger was enough for now, just as she got used to the feeling. Her thumb reached up and began touching her clit again.
Stimulating herself below and fondling her chest, she found she could last longer than she could while male, but she couldn’t hold out forever. The butterflies in her stomach grew stronger, and she could feel it descending lower as she came close.
It was wonderful, her first female orgasm. A mix of long-awaited emotions and intense feelings assaulted her body as she rode the wave of pleasure. Absolutely perfect.
As she lay there, panting, she thought of Ana once more, making a note to thank her again. But, a combination of the long day, and the sexual stimulation had left her quite tired, both physically and mentally. It was hard to focus on much else, and she found her eyes falling closed. Her arms now resting on the pillow above her head, her blonde hair a scattered mess, her chest still rising and falling quickly, and her heart beating quicker, she fell asleep.