For Brittany this still seemed like something of a dream. Her humiliation was complete and her dignity in tatters, now that her pride and identity were out of the way she gave in to her whims and traced her fingers up her stomach and touched her bare breasts. It was all she could do to give in to her defeat, and as her right hand caressed her nipple her left went down to try touching her vulva. It was amazingly sensitive, and in moments it started to puff up and engorge. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and swapped hands, starting to explore more vigorously.
It felt good.
She traced her fingers along the sensitive skin on her mound, before tracing a finger up and down her new labia. She just melted from the feeling of it, and forgetting all about Brian she parted her lips with her fingers and started to touch the inside of her new organ. The feeling was so good that she forgot about her embarrassment and walked to the chair in the bathroom, where she lifted her legs up and spread them, putting one foot on the bathtub and let the other hang in the air. She started to like feeling so exposed.
Her hand went back to her vulva and found it wet. Biting her lip, Brittany hesitated to continue, but ultimately it felt too good. She pushed two fingers up and down her slit and the feeling went all the way up her arched back, before finding her clitoris and couldn't help but let out a groan, "Ooaahh..". Now her breathing was heavy and her thighs were trembling again. Thinking now of nothing else her fingers stayed on her clitoris, her legs shook and finally she found the breath knocked out of her and felt strange but overbearingly pleasant contractions in her vagina. She moved her hand away and let her legs relax, letting them rest on the cold bathroom floor.
Brittany leaned forwards and rested her head on her hands, with her elbows on her knees, and her knees pressed together. Her crotch still pulsed pleasantly, and she felt the need to urinate again. Feeling nothing to lose, kind of desperate from all the alcohol, too good to move, and kind of turned on at the idea of wetting herself on the chair, she let go of her new muscles down there and felt her pee quickly puddle under her before overflowing out of the shallow chair and splash down onto the floor once again. The sense of relief was amazing, and she felt herself getting more sensitive and she started to get turned on again.
A part of Brittany's mind started to think about masturbation again. "So can I orgasm multiple times now..?" she thought, while another (weaker) part of her mind insisted: "No, this isn't right, this isn't me.."