I stood awkwardly infront of my wardrobe mirror. The stranger had left me after changing my body and using me, and now I just wanted more. Damn him!
I'd showered off the cum, and just the sensation of the water droplets across my hyper sensetive skin had made me loose control over myself and stand there fingering myself while playing with my nipples and moaning until the water got freezing. And even then I'd kept playing with myself. By then I'd long since collapsed to the floor as my legs gave out from pleasure. And all along, my little dick had remained untouched. It was so frustrating! So humiliating! No fair! Even fingering my ass hadn't really hit that itch. I had a need to be filled. I felt so empty back there. I...
I almost started fingering myself again in front of the mirror, but stopped myself. If I started that again, I'd loose control again.
It was strange, seeing the young boy looking back at me. Slender arms, bubble butt, large blue eyes, messy dark hair, biting my cute pink lips nervously. I wondered what age this body was now. Permanently regressed. No one would mistake me for an adult. How was I supposed to live like this!? I needed help.
Picking up my phone, I tried using the fingerprint scanner. It didn't recognize my dainty little fingers. I tried the facial recognition. I could still recognize myself in the mirror after all, if quite a bit younger and androgynous and adorable, but the phone did not. What had the password been?It was new, and with all the things that had happened, I couldn't remember right now. Frustrated, I tossed it onto my bed and turned back to my wardrobe. I'd need to go outside to find help.
My old clothes were enormous! I hadn't even been a big guy before. I'd already been a bit of a twink, but now my old t-shirt hung off me like a tent. The neck draoed off one sholder, and the hem reached halfway down my thighs.
I'd wondered what the stranger had meant by warning me that my skin had to breath. Now I knew. I'd tried tying the cloth around my body to hide my nackedness, but an overwhelming claustrophobia had closed in on me. I felt like I couldn't breathe and had ended up ripping off all my makeshift clothes. Being naked again was an incredible relief, but it was too embarrassing. How was I supposed to live as a permanent nudist!?
I eventually found a compromise that sort of worked. My picking one of my baggiest and most breathable t-shirt, I found I was fine wearing it like some kind of dress or evening gown. That would have to do. I lifted my arms up in front of the mirror and noted how that exposed my little stiffy. I lowered them and did a little pirouette. The light cloth fluttered up easily to expose my nudity. I jumped once, and just that revealed that I wasn't wearing underwear. In fact, just standing straight and leaning back ever so slightly made my little peepee poke out and make an obvious tent. Even in the relatively dim light of my bedroom, I could see the faint outline of my small but curvy body through the material. But this was the best I had to work with.
Synching myself up, I went to my front door, reached up to the handle and opened. The breeze fluttered my t-shirt and coressed my hairlessness legs. Time to go out in public...