You feel your entire body tingle, your brain unused to these new nerves it is now attached to. Bringing a considerably smaller hand down to your crotch, you find new unfamiliar feelings coming from down there.
Instead of your usual penis sliding in between two of your fingers, instead your hand finds no purchase, nothing to hold on to. You hook your hand ninety degrees, and feel the sharp ends of very short hairs touch your palm. Two folds sit next to each other, and you can spread them, feeling the skin stretch unpleasantly, and direct contact from your hands forming a mild burning sensation as you touch the area right around your newfound urethra; a small opening at the end of the urinal tube.
At the base of your fingers, you feel a small, hard organ. Rubbing against it slightly, you feel a surprisingly strong jolt of pleasure erupt out of your crotch, leading to a tension in muscles and further trembling of your legs. The clit. Brooke's clit.
You bring your hands further down, and your fingers soon arrive at what you know is Brooke's gaping and quivering pussy. You shoot your hand out of your pants and hold it in front of you. Your fingers are covered in spunky wetness, giving off the very strong smell of your girlfriend's cream and juices.
You laugh nervously as you look down at your body again, realizing just how strange yet exciting this change is. The magic Portal Collars really did their job well.
"Holy fuck. Why were you so wet down there?" You ask Brooke. Her legs were trembling even before you started feeling up your newly feminized crotch, and even that was for only a short moment. You bring your thighs together, feeling the muscles in your lower abdomen tense again, pussy juice leaking out your honey pot, [i]your[/i] quivering, hot cunt. There's no stopping that wetness, you realize.
As you speak your first words since your sudden transformation, you find that your voice had turned slightly higher than normally. Just as ambiguous as Brooke's current voice, yet still slightly lower. It could just as quickly be mistaken for a woman's. Frankly, you are one now.
"I don't know babe, why are you so hard down here?" She asks, pointing at her own crotch, the one on your body. You realize that your own tent is jutting out from behind the fabric, steering to the right because it can't point straight-forward. Brooke turned really hard, really sudden.
"That is all you, girl." You react, before laughing at the ridiculousness of your clamor. "I'm asking you, why were you so hot before we even got on with this?" You start feeling up the boobs attached below your head. A bra prohibits proper response, but even through said fabrid, as well as the shirt's, you can feel the nipples point out ever so slightly.
"Do you not realize how fucking hot this is?" She hollers in excitement. "We arrive at a public place, and we're given a small room to enter together to test some magic stuff in. This may not be a sex shop in its entirety, but a lot of the items out in the shop are really suggestive." She strips off the jeans you had put on in the morning, and finally her raging boner has room to breathe. You find yourself strangely drawn towards it, the need to be filled blooming from the tingling walls inside your gentler sex. The rough texture from your own cock before you, its long rod and attractive wearer, very capable of fulfilling that need.
You take in a sharp breath, as Brooke approaches me, her masculine figure towering over you. She holds you by your arms with her now much stronger hands, and pulls you against her. You feel how her cock pricks right in between your thighs, and you can't help but softly grind your clit over it. The sensations are dull through three pieces of fabric, but it's dry-fuckery nonetheless.
You make too much of an effort of pulling your shirt over your head, doing it exactly the wrong way. You feel how the bra you're wearing shifts with it. As you pull your shirt over your head, Brooke's firm, perky breasts pop out of your bra, the nipples hardening further because of the air they get exposed to.
Brooke softly kisses you against your lips, your own, masculine ones, before making an offer.
"We've still got [i]at least[/i] twenty-five minutes left before we have to leave this room. Wanna bet that I can make you orgasm at least five times within that time?"
Your heartbeat quickens at what your girlfriend is implying. You're shivering in fear and anticipation, fearful, yet so hysterically thrilled about what's to come. If anything, she is the one who knows her own body best, the perfect spots for grinding, pumping, fucking, and licking. Your clitoris engorges with more blood pumping through it. You legitimately feel pussy lips spread a bit, even if only a small margin, with every pump your heartbeat sends through your veins.
"Holy fuck hun," is all you can utter.
With trembling hands, you reach for the button and zipper of your girlfriend's jeans. Careful not to touch your groin too closely - you're worried it will send you off into a premature orgasm -, you pull down her leather pants and her softer white cotton panties. Immediately after, Brooke smacks your ass with her large hands, and you feel a ripple of orgasmic tension running through your spine. You're almost over the edge already.
Brooke holds you closer to your masculine body, and brings her hands down to your ass, spreading your buttcheeks apart. Your wet sex gets further exposed to the room only the two of you are standing in. You can only shudder more, as your irises roll up your eyes as Brooke's long fingers penetrate you from behind. You're well and fully stuck. Sandwiched between her rockhard cock and her miraculous finger play.
Your orgasm comes near, as you feel it build quickly. You open your eyes in shock and wonder as your muscles don't release upon orgasming, and you start moaning and grunting in shock and pleasure as you feel the sensations ride up even more. Brooke holds you by your thigh as she pumps the fingers of her free hand further into your pussy. Your legs flail and your hands clench Brooke's shirt, as it builds ever further. Your breath stocks in your lungs, as finally, the muscles in your abdomen unclench, and an orgasm ripples through you.
[i]It feels sooo goood![/i]
You've wrapped your smaller legs around your girlfriend's middle. Still Brooke manages to carry you like a lightweight. Liquid clatters on the ground below you, as you feel something running down the insides of your thighs.
"Holy shit... Holy fuck..." You gasp, trying to make sense of all this.
Recovering takes time. Eventually you find your breath again.
"Did I just take a piss?" You ask, laughing. You're actually curious. The orgasm was so intense, you're just about sure that you lost all motor control of your still unfamiliar body. Despite how unfamiliar your new body is, you've gotten to know it a lot better in the span of minutes.
Brooke chuckles. "That's what you've been missing all your life babe. Welcome to the side of the fairer sex. I think not even I can fathom how nice you must have felt just then though."
"You can say that again," you answer. "Why am I still so fucking aroused though?"