Being left alone so abruptly in the bathroom did allow you to clear your mind. Things had been moving very quickly since the extra-dimensional observers or aliens or whoever they were brought you here: you suddenly had a vagina instead of a dick, but you weren’t freaking out. And that was kinda freaking you out—shouldn’t you be more worried? You were having trouble understanding your own behavior and feelings, and from the physical sensations you had been experiencing, it was clear more had changed physically than the obvious between your legs. It was time to take stock.
You wiped sown the steamy mirror with your towel and began to examine yourself more closely for the first time. Your handsome, angular, manly visage seemed mostly unchanged, but were your lips bigger? You brushed them with your tongue and felt that jolt of pleasure. Definitely more sensitive. And there was no trace of your normal stubble. In fact, you realized, there was no trace of your normally thick body hair anywhere on you, and the small, light patch of hair above your vagina was fuzzy and looked girlish to you.
Stepping back to get a fuller look at your self you noted that the muscle you had worked so hard for throughout your sports career was still mostly present, perhaps slightly smaller. The biggest difference was that it was partially hidden under a thin layer of fat—you looked more like an extraordinarily well-toned female athlete, rather than the ripped muscle jock that turned the ladies heads anytime there was an excuse to go shirtless you had been.
Your pecs, if anything, looked slightly more rounded, and were capped by nipples that were at least half again as large as you were used to, maybe more. In truth, they were about as big as they could be without looking feminine, and you were sure they only got away with that description because of your fit muscular appearance—on a less well-maintained physique they would certainly look like tits. You rolled them between your fingers and thumbs, and collapsed to your knees as another orgasm roiled your body. Your lovers usually had shown their appreciation to your well-developed chest, and you had always enjoyed it when the did, but you had never imagined your chest could give you this much pleasure by itself. You noted small drops of a whitish liquid on your fingers as you removed them from your nips. It tasted…sweet.
You rose and continued your examination. Below your pecs, your fit waist tapered in classic shape, but your washboard abs were almost entirely hidden behind a gentle bulge—the kind a young woman develops when she comes of age to bear children—and, it was not exaggerated, but you were certain your hips were wider and your ass rounder. You realized walking had felt slightly different since you had been here.
Steeling yourself, you turned your attention to your new sex, not having had the courage to examine it closely when you first arrived. Your smooth, gentle folds parted eagerly around your fingers reveal a bright pink gash that led into your body. A prominent nub sat atop—your clit. It was larger than any you had seen in your reality, but it was hard to appreciate that given that it was nothing like the nine-inch manhood you had until recently possessed. You brushed two fingers around its sides and had to catch yourself on the counter as a jolt of pleasure shot through you again.
The self-exploration was catching up with you, and you could feel the flush in your loins begin to rise. You blushed as you remembered how much you wanted—needed—to be filled and how much you enjoyed your girlfriend’s dominance. Had this world brought mental changes too? Was it the novelty? The hormones? Something else? Had you always had these desires and not known?
Seeing no other obvious physical changes, you decided it was time for some more objective research. You donned a robe and walked to your computer in the other room. As you walked you paid more attention to your stride. You tried to walk “normally” but couldn’t get that feminine sway out of your hips—this body just wasn’t built for it. You pulled out your desk chair at sat, now unable to not notice how your cushioned butt reached the seat just a fraction of a moment sooner than expected.
Opening your browser, you began to search…