Rachael was laying in bed, her legs splayed carelessly across the blankets as she side, basking in the warmth still emanating from her pussy. She could feel her husband’s spunk slowly dripping from her vagina. She should go clean up but she felt so pleasant. Her husband was standing by the bed dressing. He leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. “I have to run to the office” he said.
Rachael nodded and picked up the TV remote. She felt so blissed out she didn’t want to move. A breaking news segment pulled her back into reality.
“Major accident on Northwest Broadway! We go now to Trisha Jones who is on the scene!” barked the television.
Images of a city bus surrounded by wrecked cars appeared on the screen. The reporter spoke into the camera “nobody knows who was driving the bus that slammed into a row of parked cars an hour ago. Police describe the scene as chaotic. Several passengers have been taken to the hospital with minor injuries. Interestingly, there was also a cat and an aardvark on the bus. Nobody is sure where the aardvark came from. We now can speak to Puala Nguyen who was on the bus when it crashed.”
The image cut to a pretty Asian woman in her mid twenties. The woman was clearly very pregnant.
Rachael’s mouth dropped. That was her sister Paula. But Rachael also felt a parental warmth to her. Rachael shook her head. No, for some reason she also saw Paula as an authority figure.
She gasped as she noticed Paula holding the camera. Everything was shifting in her head. She wasn’t even sure who she was. She remembered growing up as Rachael and making a life. But she also remembered being a boy. Her hand shot to her pussy. She rubbed her labia and felt the drying spunk still stuck to it. It both aroused her and disgusted her.
Shit, she thought. No matter how right this life felt she was supposed to be a man. And so was her very pregnant sister on the screen. She rushed to the bathroom to clean up. She had to go track down Paula.