Matt gazed at his now naked very feminine body in the vanity mirror. He was gorgeous - there was absolutely no doubt about it. Slim and fit looking but with well proportioned breasts and hips. His breasts were solid but not floppy. He had pink nipples that protruded half an inch. He was not sure whether that was because he was excited or whether Amelia's nipples were always that big. He had not had a chance to examine this body earlier in the presence of Madeline/Cheryl/Melody. He had quickly dressed at the jail but now he was alone he took the opportunity to examine his new body.
Matt (he still found it hard to think of himself as Amelia) smiled at his reflection and saw the cute smile he had witnessed in Amelia's photo collection. The gap between his front teeth was huge but rather than a flaw in an otherwise stunning face it seemed more like a point of difference. Matt liked it.
Matt examined his new sex. It was alarming to no longer have a penis and testicles. All he had was a trimmed patch of brown hair. Tentatively he touched the hair with a finger and found the outline of a slit lying beneath.
Immediately he felt guilty. Should he be playing with Amelia's body? He was invading her privacy. He stopped and once more looked at his reflection. He contemplated his situation. What were the ethics of the situation he was in?
This was not Amelia's body. It was now his body and the only body he had. Amelia, wherever she was, still had her own body. This was not her body. She would be unaware of Matt touching himself. Matt tried to convince himself that he had the right to touch. The desire was certainly there but somehow a reluctance remained. Matt was confused. He had not expected to become a woman.
But a woman he now was and there was no denying that fact. There was also no denying the fact that his bladder felt full. He glanced across to the toilet and decided there was an urgent need to test out his new plumbing. Clearly he was no longer in a situation to pee while standing up. Instead he sat on the seat and tried to pee. It didn't initially work. He did not know which muscles to squeeze.
He sat there for several minutes feeling the urge but unable to release it. It was only when he decided to try and defecate that suddenly he made progress. He pooped as normal then suddenly his frontal muscles relaxed and pee exited his smaller orifice in a rush. It was a relief. The secret seemed to be that he now had to relax muscles rather than squeeze.
Matt couldn't help but look at the stool after he wiped his now ample bum. It seemed healthy enough, no doubt the remains of Amelia's lunch or breakfast. At least that bodily function was familiar. Peeing had caused his pubes to become wet. It felt dirty. He wiped but there was residual fluid. He decided he would clean up better in the shower as Pedro had recommended.
Matt adjusted the water in the shower until he was satisfied the temperature was right. He then stepped straight in and without thinking wet his hair. He loved the feeling of the warm water flowing over his soft skin. He used the body wash on a shelf as an excuse to rub over his very feminine body, once more exploring his cleft somehow no longer feeling guilty.