You stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, to offer yourself some privacy. That had been close. Sadie, toying with you like that. She'd gotten you hornier than you'd ever been before, with or without that pussy between your legs. It all felt so similar, yet the sensations had been amplified ever since you'd put on those stockings yesterday evening. Was that the magic doing its job, or was a woman's honey pot really that sensitive?
Nectar had been leaking out of said honey pot for the entire duration of Sadie's stay today. From the moment she embraced you and passionately kissed you to celebrate your anniversary, you've felt your nether regions stirring at a constant rate.
Perhaps even Sadie possessed a bit of magic inside that petite body of hers. You were still as tall as you used to be. The stockings had adapted to fit your legs so your height remained. You could easily imagine yourself as some sort of amazon woman sitting on top of your girlfriend's body and demand from her that she eats you out.
You huffed, wondering if Sadie, who you'd known as straight for the entire time you'd been in a relationship with her, would truly want to have this relationship last, if you had a pussy between your legs.
Being able to wear those stockings, women's jeans, and sexy yoga pants to exercise your shared fetish was only a small bonus, compared to what consequences this seemingly permanent transformation would hold.
But onto more serious business.
Although you managed to confess these changes to your girlfriend about the moment she stepped into your home, now you still had to face it yourself. You'd already fooled around in the shower, and you knew that it felt nice when Sadie touched you there, but taking care of the special bits properly was, in all seriousness, an entirely different story.
The legs and feet were probably low effort. No hairs! Nowhere. Hell, not even on your labia, or on your underbelly! It looked cleaner than clean-shaven. But did that mean that you also no longer had any sweat glands on your legs? How could all the heat leave your body if that were the case.
No, that probably wasn't a problem. Matter of fact, given the initial panic attack when you discovered your changes, and the pleasure session together with Sadie just now, you've definitely had some excitement in the past hour already. Pulling off your socks, you felt moisture between your toes, and around your ankle, so you definitely didn't lose any pores below the belt.
Then what about the other... mess? Pussy juices, periods, vaginal discharge, and the like.
You realized you had to pee as well. Peeing sitting down wouldn't be as much of a problem as most men tended to make it, but it would still be a change of pace.
The panties you were wearing were sticky with the very nectar that had been dripping out of your pussy on a constant. As much as it felt awkward, almost cringy, right now, you'd barely felt anything before you removed the panties off of your sex. Unlike normal men's underwear, these panties were padded somewhat, so they could more easily absorb moisture that could leak out at some point. It would be much more beneficial for you to, from now on, wear panties like Sadie to get rid of the worst of it. If anything, you'd have to swallow your shame until you and your girlfriend found a solution for your demise.
Pads and tampons too... this really was complicated.
You sat yourself down on the cool rim of the toilet bowl. Another advantage of having a pussy between your legs. No need to argue about pulling the lid up or down again.
Too bad that had never been a point of discussion between you and Sadie.
You spread your legs a bit, and looked down. You relaxed your muscles, and let the stream flow. You giggled nervously at the sound. It hissed, rather than clattered. But other than that? Barely a difference in sensation. Maybe you were finished a bit more quickly than you expected? Something about women having a smaller bladder than men maybe? More toilet breaks from here on out then, probably.
What a strange set of discoveries you were making about the female anatomy below the navel.
Normally, you'd grab your dick to squeeze out the last of the urine stuck inside the tube, but now, you didn't have much to hold on to. You'd have to go without touching, and somehow, you weren't all that much against that idea. Just squeeze with the muscles and you'd be all set.
Although...
You stood up, raised your panties and stockings up again, and flushed the toilet. Upon washing your hands, you discovered why women had to wipe after peeing.
Gross.