You couldn't put off these new feelings any longer. The new reflection in the mirror, the feeling of your new nether regions longing to be filled, you couldn't stop yourself. With shaking hands, you pulled at your skirt and panties before revealing your new perfect womanhood. Of course, you had never really been in the position you were right this moment but it would be an interesting experience. Your right hand slowly reached down and lightly pressed against the entrance to your new vagina. The skin there was warm, feeling hot air escape your lips as you inhaled out of instinct. They crept closer down while your legs trembled in need. You were fascinated by this, but your lust was building just as fast as your curiosity. After some moment of hesitation, you forced your fingers into your awaiting flower.
Your free hand had to muffle the noise you had just made, a long drawn out moan while feeling your insides tense up at your fingers inside of yourself. But it still felt insanely good. Your moist pussy would ache for more as you pushed deeper inside. All the while, you gasp for air, feeling the crimson color spread through your face. "So...tight..." you muttered in between gasps of air. It took a minute for you to get adjusted before beginning to thrust your fingers in a sawing motion. You held onto a nearby wall while pressing yourself against it at the wonderful feeling that you had been experiencing.
"C’est ce qu’elle faisait tout ce temps ? Je me sens si sensible!"
You blurted out, though only catching onto the face that you had just spoken fluent French without so much as even trying. While standing stunned, you wouldn't pause your little session and continued down further. "Po-Pourquoi je ne peux pas parler normalement ? Est-ce que les vêtements ont fait ça ?" Your eyes turned to the skirt on the floor some steps away, resting idle as you rid yourself of these sensations. The sound of your muffled moans and gasps would be all that was there to answer your question. The girl in you was too far into her masturbating to really think straight. Before any more thoughts could be devoted to your worries, you'd feel your undercarriage grow moist again. Toes curled as your body tensed in response. "Je ne peux pas le combattre. Je vais..." After a pause, you came for the first time, experiencing your first orgasm as a fashionable French girl.
After the afterglow period had worn off, you picked up the skirt again and frowned. "Je ne peux pas aller à la soirée pyjama nue." After cleaning up with a spare cloth on the ground, you slide your panties back up and put the skirt over them. You focused back on the language barrier that was now in front of you. Nobody around was probably going to be able to understand French, but you closed your eyes and focused s hard as you could on English. It all seemed so foreign, like you had only barely scratched the surface of understanding. Your mouth opened slowly as you took extra time to sound out the words.
"Zee quick orange...faux jumped over zee...Ccrabot brun paresseux."
Not the best, but you could still communicate with people around. You try a few more times, slowly getting used to talking in English again. But before you could practice too much, you hear something from behind you.