Bree quickly got undressed and turned on the shower. As much as she didn't want to do it, she felt she had to. She couldn't got to work smelling like she had just had sex. It wasn't just for her coworkers. The smell of her vaginal secretions seemed to be turning herself on, and she was already having enough problems controlling herself. She couldn't afford to have an accident at work.
Bree stepped into the warm shower and the pleasant feelings of the water caressing her clit immediately brought it to full attention. She turned her back to the shower spray. Her clit was still erect and throbbing, but she felt a little more in control. She began to shampoo her hair, closing her eyes as she worked it into a lather.
As she massaged her scalp she began to replay what the strange woman had told her. This was her fantasy? To have a cock? Not just a cock, but a massive horse cock? She thought back to the picture she had seen on the tablet. A tall beautiful woman with G cups, flaming red hair, bright green eyes, with short horns poking through her hair, and a sinewy tail wrapped around her leg. And of course, not a pussy, but a large black and pink horsecock. Was that what really excited her? Did she really want to look like that?
Admittedly, it was an impressive cock. She had always had a strange fascination with cocks, the bigger the better. More than once she had wondered what it would be like to have one. To cum like a man. And if you were going to do it, might as well go all the way. With a nice big beautiful one, just like the girl in the picture. Remembering it and what she was doing with it got Bree excited again. She began to massage her breast with one soapy hand, teasing the erect nipple gently. It felt so good, but she wanted more. She reached down and stroked her throbbing clit. The touch sent electric shivers across her body.
She opened her eyes, and saw what she was doing. She had to stop, she wanted to stop, but it just felt so good. One little orgasm wouldn't hurt. Then she could have some relief and concentrate. She began to stroke her clit, feeling it expand and stretch in her hand. The feeling sent her over the edge, and she finally felt release as she reached her climax. She could feel her vaginal muscles contract wildly as she finished her orgasm.
Now with her desire temporarily sated, she finally realized the implications of what she had done. She jumped out of the shower to asses the damage. Her vagina was now gone, replaced by a small scrotum with two equally small testes. Her clit was now definitely a penis, although a small one, maybe three or four inches. She saw an open urethra at the tip, and thought the next time she came she would probably ejaculate sperm.
The next time, she thought. No way! This stops now!
But she was strangely excited by the thought of releasing her seed. Part of her, a part deep down inside that she didn't want to acknowledge, was eager to try it. But she quickly brushed her desire aside and tried to be practical.
Okay. This is still doable. It's small enough to hide. And I can just get an operation or something later to remove it. And the rest of me still looks female, thought Bree, as she examined her reflection in the mirror.
She was about to turn away and dry off when something in her hair caused her to stop. She leaned close to the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. At first she thought it was just a trick of the light, but as she held the strand of hair in her hand it was now unmistakable. She had streaks of bright red hair in her scalp. The same color hair as the picture of the girl in the tablet. It was just a few strands, which could easily be explained away at work as just some hair dye. But the implications were more disturbing. It wasn't just her genitals that were changing.
As she ran her hands through her hair she felt a small lump. She brushed the hair aside and saw a smooth hard bone. The beginnings of a horn. Thankfully, her long hair covered it up completely. But if she had the horns, did she also have....Bree turned around and saw a small lump at the base of her spine in the mirror. It was small, about the size of her thumb, and did not appear to move. But she knew if she had a few more "accidents" it would develop into the long tail she had seen on the girl on the tablet.
Bree silently cursed as she felt around for a towel. Bast, sitting on the toilet and still invisible, handed her one. Bree was too preoccupied with the changes to notice how she got the towel, and began to dry off. Bast smiled, pleased with the progress of her new pet. She was a little disappointed Bree had given in so quickly, but her continued defiance was a source of amusement for Bast. She looked forward to the excitement that the rest of Bree's day would bring. Bast followed Bree into her room as she got dressed.
Bree quickly tried to get dressed and hide her new additions. Her bra was surprisingly tight. She had just bought it, so it should not have shrunk. Then she remembered the large breasts on the girl on the tablet.
Of course she would have big tits, thought Bree. As if this weren't hard enough.
Bree found that all of her clothes were now tighter and more snug. She remembered that the girl on the tablet seemed tall.
Well, at least that is something, thought Bree. I have always wanted to be a little taller.
Now dressed, uncomfortably and with poorly fitted clothes, Bree started to leave her home. But as she walked past the kitchen she spotted the tablet. The woman had left it here!
Maybe I can use it to change back, thought Bree. Then again, maybe it will make things worse. This is all just so crazy, and it is hard for me to think straight. Maybe I should call someone over to help.
Bree sat down at the kitchen counter with a sigh, placing her head in her hands. She looked up at the clock. If she was going to work, she needed to leave soon.
Bast sat beside her, still invisible, enjoying Bree's frustration. She was eager to see her decision. Whatever she chose, Bast knew it would bring her some drama, excitement, and fun. It was going to be a good day.