On the way back to the dick storage room Michelle turned and spoke to the others saying,”Girls, if you don’t mind going ahead of me and scoping things out, I need to stop into the ladies room.”
“Now? In the middle of this?” Tori asked.
“Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go! And YOU gotta go on without me for a few minutes! Can you handle things without me that long?” Michelle teased her.
Tori laughed it off and said,”Sorry, ‘Chelle, of course we can. Come on, girls!” Taking the lead even though she was president of another club, Tori led the rest of them towards Futa Club while Michelle slipped into the girls restroom.
Once inside, she….. leaned against a wall and typed out a text on her phone before turning to the mirror and looking herself over with a determined expression. Her hand wandered down to the bulge in her pants and squeezed it possessively.
Michelle didn’t know what was going on or if it would stop but behind all of her selfless concern and takecharge attitude over the last little while there had been a deep fear: the fear of returning to mere womanhood. She was president of Futa Club for a very good reason and she intended to keep her most precious possession at all costs.
Thinking that whatever was causing transformations to come undone might be a local effect, Michelle had settled on a course of action a little earlier in Mer Club: run.
It was abandoning her friends and lovers when they needed her most but what SHE needed most at this moment was to simply keep the meat between her legs where it belonged.
Taking a deep breath and looking at the time on her phone to make sure it had been long enough the others would be back to Futa Club, Michelle walked out of the restroom and towards the parking lot.