Watching Tiff rummage further into the refrigerator, Katie rubbed her new penis through her skirt and almost gasped at the sensations: so hard in her hand but so soft against the fabric, building hot and fiery inside her but as warm and sweet as cocoa, too.
She stretched her legs out slowly on the dusty chair, leaned back, hoped the thing wouldn't start creaking, wouldn't make a sound to draw Tiff's attention as she rubbed harder and harder. However normal it was for her now to have a penis, Katie didn't think jacking it off in the kitchen of the house where a mad scientist had died was really--really--really--
Sheer pleasure shot up her spine into her brain, bursts jerking gorgeously from her penis, and she leaped to her feet, bunched her fists, and shouted, "Briefs! Of course! Fruit of the Looms!" She did a Snoopy dance around the kitchen table, each movement of her pelvis sending another spurt of joy both out of her and into her. "Why didn't I think of it before! They're almost like panties so I can still wear skirts, but they'll tuck Janey up nice and tidy so she won't flap around!" She collapsed back onto the chair, her exhausted penis shrinking down beneath the big wet splotch still spreading over the front of her skirt.
After a moment, she realized she wasn't hearing the clatter-clink of bottles and cans moving. She opened her eyes and saw Tiff squatted down still in front of the open refrigerator, but her friend was looking at Katie instead of at the stuff inside.
"Janey?" Tiff asked.
Katie blinked. "Well? You can't expect a girl's penis to have a boy's name, can you?"
Another moment, then Tiff rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She hefted a few items from the frig and set them on the table next to the fruit bin. "So, what do you want to try next?"