When you got home you suspected you were supposed to be doing something, but you didn't have a clue what. You replaced the high heels with a pair of pastel pink fuzzy slippers with a cat's face on them that made you groan a little, then plopped down on the expensive-looking, very comfy sofa, and soon your body gave you a signal - you needed to pee. Given that your bladder was still just that, the pressure felt pretty familiar, you just felt it a bit more towards your back than usual - of course, you didn't have a dick and your urethra was now ending between your legs rather than in front of them.
You went to the bathroom and saw three different mirrors - a normal one over the sink and two adjustable ones on the sides - as well as a heap of makeup products and a cupboard doubtlessly containing even more of those. You reached for the button of your skirt to take it off, but within a split second your hands acted on their own, pulling the skirt up and your thong down. You realized this was a much more sensible way to use the toilet when wearing a skirt. Apparently this female body came with some kind of muscle memory. Wiping your vulva still felt weird. You didn't feel aroused in any way, but maybe it was time to get to know your new body a bit better.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror and slowly took your blouse off, taking a closer look at your bra and breasts. The white bra's cups were opaque on the bottom but opaque at the lacy top, with the seam between the two materials running right above your nipples, exposing parts of light brown areolas. A cardboard tag dangled down from the middle part between the cups - weird, why did you not remove that before putting it on? There was a big logo saying "Amazeboobs" on it, and suddenly you remembered - you were supposed to "review", or rather advertise, this bra on instagram and your web video channel. The brand was a new startup company, and their head of marketing had asked you to leave the tag on to give the logo more exposure. You wondered how exactly you were supposed to review a bra with no experience at all wearing them, but you'd have to figure it out later. For the moment it couldn't hurt to take a couple selfies in it. You adjusted the tag for perfect visibility and snapped away, putting on facial expressions including a shy smile, a self-confident smile, a laugh and a face and pose that you suddenly knew as your "Oh my gosh, my underwear's so comfortable I totally love it!" expression you often used for this kind of content.
After at least a dozen shots you remembered you were trying to get to know your body and took the bra off, freeing your breasts and feeling their full weight for the first time. You turned from side to side slowly, watching and feeling them move and almost giggled at the funny feeling. You jumped up and down, wincing in pain at the tug of gravity on your chest - you would clearly need to wear a bra for any form of exercise. Cupping each of them in your hands, you took a closer look at your breasts. They looked totally identical except for a tiny black birthmark below your right nipple. You found the nipples themselves pretty small compared to the breast. You carefully touched them with your fingertips, drawing circles around them and pinching them very lightly - wasn't this supposed to turn you on? It only made the nipples tingle a little bit and they may or may not have become a tiny bit bigger, but you felt nothing at all in the rest of your body.
Speaking of which, you turned your attention downwards past your well-toned abs. This time you actually unbuttoned your shirt and dropped it to the ground, turning from side to side to look at your butt. Given how skinny you were it was by no means huge, but you'd still have found it pretty sexy as a guy. Following an impulse you turned around, spread your legs, supported your breasts with your hands and twerked for a couple seconds, feeling you were pretty good at that and could give lots of guys a hard-on - but why had you just done it? Would it be part of some video you were currently making? And why did you still feel no sexual arousal at all as you took your thong off?
You hadn't seen that many real-life vulvas in your life, but none of your sexual partners' had been this... porn-star-like. Perfectly waxed outer labia concealing the clitoris, urethra and vagina just the way beauty standards told them to. You carefully moved a finger along the slit, feeling the warm vulnerable flesh, the vaginal opening and the little nub of your clit - but no hint of the lubrication of softness you'd felt during sex with your ex-girlfriends. Your own touch felt a bit cold and uncomfortable rather than pleasant - apparently you really weren't in the mood for masturbation.
Slightly disappointed, you put your clothes back on and considered what to do next...