Wilma didn't wonder whether to touch herself for very long. She had to. For one thing, she felt aroused at seeing how she'd transformed, and for another, she'd been so curious about how it felt in this body this whole month- she couldn't not.
Her hands shakily moved to her chest and cupped her breasts, and a shiver ran through her. She smiled in a haze of arousal as her mind went blank and she focused on the pleasure. As a boy, he'd never even thought about his chest in a sexual way, but as a girl it felt so good to play with it was indescribable. Her thumbs and fingers carefully reached for her nipples, and she exhaled in anticipation as she felt the firm touch on the tender skin. As she rubbed them, her heart raced and she felt a moistness as female juices started to accumulate around her pussy. Her imagination filled with other people's hands and mouths massaging her chest, and she grew more and more turned on.
At some point a fantasy of someone titty fucking her passed through her mind, and that suddenly made her aware of the intense wet heat between her legs. Her inner thighs were moistened from rubbing together against her slit, and fantasizing about a penis just meant she couldn't hold back satisfying it any longer. One hand moved down her stomach to her crotch while the other stayed at her chest, and it soon reached the point where her clit poked out in arousal and her lips were inflamed and moist with arousal.
She tried first off to stroke the nub like a cock, but she yelped at the touch- that felt too sensitive, it almost hurt. She more carefully ran her thumb over it in the more exploratory way she had with her nipples, and that felt much more comfortable. Her fingers moved down to address her moistness, using her juices to start to ease inside her slit. After some effort one digit did get inside, and she exhaled loudly in amazement at the unfamiliar sensation of having something inside her. Her finger slowly pushed further into her depths until it found a point that felt best of all. She shivered with amazement and continued to aim at it, imagining a cock that was much larger than her finger thrusting in, filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot over and over.
Wilma's pleasure mounted as she fingerfucked herself with one hand and the other pawed at her boobs, and approaching her peak made her feel like she could just reject being Will entirely. He had been emasculated, his manhood exchanged for womanhood, and she was so glad of it. It felt better to be her, like discovering a secret most people never found out- she wanted to be Wilma and feel this good forever!
At that point Wilma felt herself explode and bit her lip hard to hold back from just screaming out at the sensations. She leaned weakly on the mirror as her body convulsed with pleasure beyond anything he'd ever imagined as a boy, and panted loudly, staring at herself as she slowly recovered from the incredible high.