Now that there were three women (or close to it) and no men in your house now, things changed slowly but steadily over the next two weeks.
There was what you might call “the usual” changes, like your wardrobe (mostly handmedowns from Becky, but a few new outfits from a store at the mall courtesy of a coupon you found in your Welcome Bag) and learning to apply makeup and such, but then there were the changes in Becky and Mom.
Most notably, nudity was now far less of an issue. Becky was first, walking fully nude from the shower to her room without any concern. Your Mom caught her once and chastised her for it but she kept doing it and, eventually, could be seen lounging about naked in her room with the door open. Mom had a change of heart apparently because your mom soon joined her, first in being naked between shower and her room, then in her room too.
This affected you deeply. Your eyes always darted to their breasts and cocks, your new pussy often pulsing and lubricating in response. The results of choosing bisexuality, you guessed.
Towards the end of the second week Mom mentioned over dinner that the house would be clothing optional as long as no one had guests over, reasoning that it was both practical and fashionable.
You had just gotten used to female clothes but you had to admit that you cherished moments of nudity ever since your shaping. Not just because of the exquisite, soul bending orgasms you had learned to give yourself (with the help of Mom, who would give you the space you needed by taking Becky out to help her with errands), but because it just felt right. You loved your new body and you felt great with nothing on. But still you were slow to join, only going topless for now.
It wasn’t sexual, at least at first….. but then you came home early one day and found Becky and Mom standing side by side comparing flaccid cocks in the kitchen.
“Hey, Squirt,” Becky said like she was talking about a boring local news event,”Settle a bet for us. What gets you juiced up more, girth or length?”
“-OR- foreskin length!” Mom chimed in.
“W-what?!” you gasp.
“What do you like most about a cock?” Becky asked.
“I-I-I dunno…..” you stammer blushing hard and continuing walking until you hit the bottom of the stairs and leapt up them quickly to literally get that behind you.
“See? How would she know? Virgins don’t know what they like.” Mom said and it was the last thing you heard from them.