Your slowly changing mind was thinking less and less like a guy trying to reclaim his masculine parts, and more like that of a sexy woman embracing how hot she looks. You look over at the part switching device you left on the ground when you stripped your skimpy clothes before. "There really isn't any way I can find that woman." You say with a shrug of the shoulders. "And it's not like she'll know her lower half changed. Would it hurt to keep these parts of hers?" Another surge of estrogen flooded your mind. "They look better on me anyways, she was wasting natural beauty."
"These parts feel really good anyway, I kinda don't want to give these sensations up." For now, you remained nude; you were home, why not? Each step swayed your wide hips and made your curves jiggle, it was nearly enough to make you go back to pleasuring yourself.