Alana stumbled into the house. She was pretty drunk. She stumbled into the living room and found the bong. There was still a little pot left in it. She hit it and sighed, feeling her tight jeans dog into her slim waist that perfectly accentuated her wide hips. The jeans looked great, but they were uncomfortable as hell. She stripped them off and threw them in the corner. She wasn’t wearing any underwear having lost her panties during a quick fuck with a stranger earlier in the evening. She rubbed her finger over her clit and sighed. God she loved being female. That night six months ago had been the greatest thing that ever happened to her.
She heard a voice from the hall. “Alana, is that you?”
“Yeah Sammy.” Sammy entered the living room. Her short red hair was mussy. She’d clearly been sleeping. She was naked and her pierced nipples and clit glinted in the early morning light. Alana gave her a quick kiss and pinched her butt.
“you out until sunrise again” Sammy stated, sounding annoyed.
“Yeah. Hooked up with some army guys and had a good old fashioned gangbang.”
Sammy sighed. “Steven and Gina are still sleeping. You know we worry about you when you don’t get home on time.”
“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t text. I just had so many dicks to deal with I was busy. I had to use my pussy, ass, mouth, and both hands!”
Sammy sighed. Alana has certainly become quite the nypho since the change. They all kind of had, although Sammy mostly still preferred girls. But Alana, she would fuck anything. Gina mostly hated being a woman, and Steven felt embarrassed by his compulsion to wear (and use) diapers. The three of them co-‘mothered’ Steven, serving him and each other sexually.
“Did you check your messages?” Sammy asked Alana.
“No. Phone diiiied bitch,” Alana replied, drawing out the ‘died for several seconds.”
Sammy shook her head. “Jennifer found some new info. I think we’re all gonna meet up later. You should get some sleep.”
Alana rolled her eyes and flopped onto the couch. “Fine. I ain’t changing back though,” she said.
“Who knows if we even can. But we should at least try to see if Steven and Gina can. You know they don’t like this.”
“Whatever” muttered Alana. Her eyes closed and she passed out. Sammy sighed. The last six months had been a mess. A fun mess. But a mess. She walked back to her room to get a few more hours of sleep.