Jeff was pondering on what to do. The view wasn't half-bad, looking down at thePenny's underwear permanently. And truth be told, Penny was an awful mean girl, no doubt about it, but she had good taste in underwear and lingerie. She spent most of her allowance on it, actually and she had a true collection in her closet. Most of her items were the fine stuff only seen in high-end lingerie magazines and pornographic magazines showing girls that looked like expensive girls to spend time with, the sort that were most hard-to-get escorts to be had. And Jeff could say that rubbing his new set of plump lips, or rather labia, was very exciting and he loved the feel of silk and very soft fabrics on his new body. Even polyester, as long as it was smooth. As smooth as his folds of skin, because Penny took care of her crotch and vulva. Great care of it, although the trips to the beauty institute was never fun. Being shaved was awful: feeling his own hair being waxed and mercilessly plucked felt like his own scalp hair being torn away. Shaving felt strange afterwards, as he could feel his own pubic hair, now covering his entire body protesting being mistreated and forcing their way out, irritating his own skin. Trimming was at least painless and more bearable, even if, as a hairless crotch, he got more sensations without these pesky hair. And call him vain but from Penny's numerous hours of looking at herself in the mirror, Jeff could tell he was quite a gorgeous vulva indeed. But truth be told., he was getting a bit bored. And moreover, he needed something to get his mind off the inevitable coming of Penny's menstrual period, her sexual intercourse and the viewing of a massive cock for how to swallow forcibly, and the fact that most of the time he had nothing to do. Not to mention the possible pregnancy and imagining a foetus growing within and then behind him was just too horrid to imagine. Her hormones and oestrogen were also messing with his mind, he was certain of it. Tasting Penny's pee and assisting her in the bathroom, as much as being a silent spectator of her life was not fun at all either. Penny took care of him, sure, but she was not an interesting person. She was mean and shallow and really, her conversations were incredibly stupid. So to entertain himself, Jeff decided to check what he could do and as Penny was getting relaxed one evening in bed before sleep, he started tensing and twitching a few muscles. This got Penny to start and touch herself, wondering what could suddenly be going on down there. Her slender fingers touching herself just got Jeff more excited and he twitched and allowed more blood to flow into his clitoris and labia. Soon enough, he was secreting cum and the fishy smell was strangely enticing. Penny was torn between horror and pleasure and Jeff could feel her increasing heartbeat, labored breathing and tensing muscles. He continued happily and Penny soon mounted in her own arousal, orgasming and flowing Jeff in a cascade of her own fluids, warm and sticky. Jeff liked it very much. How many guys would kill to be where he was? Penny was panting after her masturbation time and she fell asleep quickly. Jeff was happy and thought that this was very promising. He'd have fun getting Penny aroused with the guys she mocked. And those she loved, maybe. Or not. The choice was his and it gave him much power over his supposed owner. Well, he'd show her who owned who.