Lexi thought about it for a second. As a transwoman, she'd always envisioned that getting rid of her dick would gaining a pussy would be the endgame of her transition to open womanhood. And yet she'd met so many incredibly sexy dickgirls today, most of whom had once been "normal" women who had willingly chosen to replace their vaginas with penises. And yet their cocks didn't make them any less female than they'd been before. Maybe what makes a female body wasn't as objective as Lexi had thought. Maybe she didn't need a pussy after all...
"Let's do it!" Lexi grinned lewdly. "In fact, I don't think I'll be taking off this sweet dong after all." She gave the bulge in her panties a loving pat. "I've been thinking, and I've realized that womanhood isn't about what's in your pants. Every woman has her own ideal body, and mine includes a cock. I still wanna turn myself into an Irish redhead, but I can do that later. For now, I have a futanari foursome to get to."
Krystal gave her girlfriend a hug. "Fucking sweet! I love your cock so damn much, and it fucking ROCKS that you're keeping it!"
"Yer makin' the right choice, sugar," Dakota smiled. "There's no finer life'n bein' a gal with a cock. A dick makes ya feel mighty powerful, 'specially while yer ruttin'. An' there ain't no finer feelin' than shootin' out yer very own load!"
"I'm looking forward to seeing your own cock in action," Lexi smiled, running her fingers through Dakota's luxuriant arm hair. "Ooh, you're so hairy! I like it. It makes you look so virile."
Dakota grinned proudly as Lexi stroked her hairy arms. "Yep! Ah've never been one fer shavin' like some frou-frou city gal. Ain't no point or time fer that. 'Sides, Ah like how mah hairy body looks. Ah ain't fixin' to look like no bald li'l filly! The folks who say a woman cain't have no hair on her body are the same bastards who say gals cain't have cocks." She slid out of her shirt and held up her arms to flash her gloriously bushy armpit hair, a cocky glint in her green eyes. "None too shabby, huh? Most menfolk cain't compete wi' mah body hair!"
"My friend Meadow Larkin would fucking love you," Krystal chuckled, running a finger over her dickhead's new smegma crust. "She's a total lesbian hippie, and she's obsessed with hirsute women. She was actually here earlier to buy a hairbrush that makes you hairier. I'll be hanging out with her and her girlfriend once I get back from here."
"Well, that's interestin'," Dakota smiled, kicking off her boots. "Ah've had dreams of goin' even hairier, as in to 'beyond human' levels. Cain't ya just picture me as a mighty Sasquatch, mah skin hidden under mountains o' golden hair?"
"I'm sure Meadow would be only too happy to help out," Krystal said, feeling the bushy eyebrows and sideburns that Meadow had given her earlier. The punk girl's cock hardened to full mast at the thought of Dakota's buff body rendered inhumanly shaggy by Meadow's magic brush. Ultra-hairy women never failed to stir Krystal's lust, and Dakota was almost uniquely suited to pull off the look.
"Sounds like a mighty fine plan t'me," Dakota smiled, pulling down her pants and her boxers. "But enough of standin' 'round jawin'! We got a girl waitin' fer us in need of some relievin'!"
"Too right!" Lexi cheered. "Let's go inaugurate my new commitment to the dickgirl life!"