Corey the next morning woke up hoping that all that happened to him - as pretty as it really was - was just gonna be a nightmare, and he'd awaken to find his body as he knew it...but no. When he awoke he saw he was still like this. Still...a hermaphrodite. He was starting to wonder how he could go out like this. What if someone saw him like this? What if that person like...freaked out? He gulped and tried to think of something to do---
Well, if he kept his clothes on, he decided, he could avoid the problem mostly. Just...he had to remember to keep his manhood under control. Easier said than done though, he thought as he started to get dressed. His new body was sensitive, supple, and ready to go off of even the slightest thing it seemed. But he was not a simpleton, he was not gonna let himself get carried away. He just had to keep a handle on his needs, and go forward.
He would not hide himself away in the home over this. He was not going to give it that kind of control over HIS body!
Corey also preemptively thought ahead, deciding that this was HIS body. Not her body. The body wash could change him like this, but his sexual identity remained firmly male. Which itself would merit some decisions going forward.
Corey did not have many feminine clothes, but ultimately decided on a nice shirt, tight jeans, and sneaker shoes, with two different sets of boxers on underneath just to make sure about his cock. As he headed out, he actually found some of the local guys waving and looking his way almost flirtatiously. Corey at first felt weirded out by that, but then he remembered his new body looked hot especially for guys. He wasn't into em, but he figured he could wave at least.
"Hey babe, wanna swing by my place? No woman ever leaves Chuck's crib without feelin' good." He felt like rolling his eyes. That...was Chuck Marcase, the pretty boy African American QB on the local football team. Chuck had a big head due to his Varcity stats, and around town was indeed known as an adonis. But to Corey, Chuck was a bully, someone who stole his last girlfriend, and shamed him for enjoying games and such.
So it was rather astonishing to have Chuck being flirtatious now instead of mean. Corey answered, "I uh...let me swing by my place, big guy, I'll think about it."
He drove off evidently pleased by Corey's "decision". Corey just felt like vomiting. Was he really gonna---no. He just said so so as not to be aloof. Or maybe, he could teach Chuck some empathy for the female sex. Corey thought about the bottle full of body wash at home. Corey quickly headed back home after his quick time out and about, and put on some gloves.
He poured up some of the body wash - a small amount - into a container he could have at his waist. Soon as he could, he'd introduce Chuck to the way things were for his dates.