Janet sprawled over the rug in the small executive bathroom attached to her office, in the afterglow of an orgasm unlike any she had ever known. So that's what they call jerking off, she thought. She looked down at the unfamiliar protuberance that had brought her this new pleasure. So that's what they call a cock, she thought. My cock.
To hell with the chicken salad, Andrea thought. She ordered a double cheeseburger with fries.
None of Becky's clothes, designed for a person with big tits and a big ass and wide hips, fit the new Beck. She decided to get a few basic outfits on her lunch break and then get a new wardrobe over the weekend. But why did she find herself buying from the men's side?
Sandra went to a barbershop to get a haircut, her long tresses cut off to create a masculine style that matched the rest of her bearded face. Wow, she thought, that was so much cheaper than a salon. She chuckled. She knew that she was never going into a salon again.