Picking up where she left off - Part 2
Feeling the stress of the day’s events weighing on his eyelids, Andre decided to call it a night, bringing him to his next daunting step - Sabrina’s nighttime routine. Brushing her teeth was familiar enough, although the brush felt different moving along her straight, bright white teeth than it had on his old ones. He chanced a closer look at his new face in the bathroom mirror while he brushed, taking in his new features. He focused on her nose, petite and slightly upturned, a big difference from his old one. It was actually kind of cute. He glanced up for a second, taken in by Sabrina’s striking blue eyes as he looked the woman in the mirror in the eyes. Embarrassed, he averted his gaze, watching the toothbrush move in and out between his newly feminine lips until he finished brushing.
The shirt he’d been wearing was good enough to sleep in, but he figured the bra had to go at some point. It was a godsend when he was up and moving around, but now it was starting to get uncomfortable. Struggling to undo the clasps in the back, he slipped the straps under his shoulders and let the bra drop, releasing his breasts from their support. They were heavy without the bra, sagging slightly under their own weight. Andre walked over to the mirror, breathing a sigh of relief as his shoulders got a much needed rest from the bra. He admired his topless chest in the mirror, pushing up their weight with his forearm as he got a closer look. They looked even bigger in comparison to his now tiny frame, soft pink nipples poking out in relief from her pale, milky white breasts. Even in conservative clothing, they’d be impossible to hide, and even the quick look through Sabrina’s closet that Andre had taken earlier could tell him that she clearly enjoyed showing them off. He recalled the feeling of butterflies he got in his stomach when he had pulled out a top of hers that was obviously meant for going out clubbing, the low scoop neck all but promising to put his new breasts on display to the world.
Eager to put that thought out of his head, he threw on the T-shirt from earlier and slipped into Sabrina’s bed, ready to end the day. Drifting off to sleep, his dreams were no relief from the day’s events.
Waking up with a start to sunlight streaming through the apartment windows, Andre thought for a second that it had all been a dream, that he’d be back in his old body when he opened his eyes, but a stray lock of blonde hair falling into his vision brought him crashing back to reality. He was still Sabrina, just as he had been yesterday. Looking down, he realized all his tossing and turning had pushed his shirt up past his chest, revealing Sabrina’s pale white breasts to the empty room. Likewise, her panties, untouched from yesterday’s outfit, had worked their way down around his ankles in his sleep, giving him his first real look at his new equipment. He felt vulnerable laying like that, exposed, so he quickly sat up in bed, pulling his shirt down to cover his chest. Curiosity got the better of him though, and for the first time, he decided to explore his new body. He started slowly at first, sliding his hand down past her toned stomach. At least she was in good shape, Andre thought. He slid his hand further down. She was clean shaven, offering him a clear view of his new pussy. His pussy, god, that even sounded wrong in his head, but there was no way around it. He was proud of his dick in his old body. It was longer than average, a fact he took pride in whenever he saw his hookups’ faces when he dropped his pants. As he looked down at the delicate pink lips that replaced it, the reality of his situation sunk in a little further. He had been emasculated, no longer the strong, imposing man he once was but a woman, through and through. All of the adjectives he would have used to describe himself were no longer true - now he was short, feminine, curvy. He was beautiful, he thought with a cold shiver, recalling the soft lips and delicate face of the woman he saw in the mirror.
Moving slowly, his fingers finally reached their target. Holding his breath, Andre took the plunge and entered his new pussy for the first time. He slipped two of his fingers in, gasping shakily as he was greeted by his new body’s reaction. It felt good. As he felt a warm feeling start to grow in his abdomen, he realized what was happening - he was getting turned on. He stroked his new clit tentatively and was hit with a similarly intense response. Emboldened, he fell into a rhythm, biting his lip as waves of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through his body. As he let out a soft, feminine moan, Andre realized that almost unconsciously, he had been speeding up, his body racing towards orgasm. His free hand had worked its way up to his chest, massaging his breasts and slowly circling around his sensitive nipples. Shame tinged his thoughts, but it only served to highlight his ecstasy even more. Andre Johnson was fingering himself to completion, and he was enjoying every second of it. He tried for a second to stop himself, to let his willpower take over, but by now the urges were too strong. Sabrina’s body was slowly moving her hips back and forth, instinct taking over as he inched closer and closer to orgasm. Finally crossing the threshold, he came, arching his back on the bed and moaning as a full bodied ecstasy unlike any he’d ever felt before engulfed him.
Still panting, he rolled over in bed, wiping the sweat off of his face. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. Sure, he had accepted that he was now female on the outside, but he was still a man on the inside, right? He was still Andre, he knew that, but something else had taken over while he was fingering himself. Something… feminine. It scared him a little, but the thought of being unable to stop himself in the heat of the moment, surrendering to his body’s urges, had just turned him on even more. He couldn’t reconcile his past self with the Andre that had came out in bed this morning. Maybe it was always in him, just waiting to come out, or maybe this body was changing him, guiding his mind to fit Sabrina’s body. He felt a pit in his stomach as he considered both of these options, not sure either of them would be more comforting.
// Part 2! I had fun writing this one, let me know what you think! It may be a little bit before i can get to writing the next part, so let me know what you think Andre should get up to next in the meantime ;)
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