It was from the time he was screwing some woman he met at a wedding--he couldn't remember her name--that Robert had become obsessed with the female orgasm. He prided himself on his ability to bring women to orgasm, but he had never thought before about what it was like for them. He knew it had to be different, and that some legends said it was better, but who would really know? And women could have multiple orgasms, which had to be pretty great. He couldn't stop thinking about it. What was it like? The women he asked couldn't really communicate it any way that seemed adequate.
He had, had to know. And there was only one way to find out.
Slowly, hesitantly, Robert entered the Temple of Divine Womanhood. One some level he still couldn't believe he was doing this. He had already apologized to his penis, but still felt weirdly guilty. He swallowed hard, and laid his twenty five thousand dollar Piaget at the altar of the goddess.
It happened instantly. The watch disappeared, and Robert felt himself in a new body, one with 100% female equipment. Masturbating in the temple of the goddess didn't seem like a good idea, but Robert had already booked a hotel room to get better acquainted with herself.