Corey sat in the shower, watching her new clitoris grow back into his old penis while rubbing the mound and the lips inside. As he did, he bit his lip with the pleasure but noticed something was off... "What.. the hell?" He gasped with his feminine voice. Two orbs had moved into place on either side of his labia, just under his cock... but his vagina didn't close.
This demoralized him and he stopped rubbing himself even as his cock came back to a full six and a half inches. The hot water ran out and he started getting chilly. His recently re-acquired hard on sank back down, drooped like Corey's mood.
Corey frowned and stood up, penis dangling in his fabulous thigh gap. Stepping out of the shower, he shut off the cold water and grabbed a towel. Sighing, he tried to remember how he'd seen women dry their hair - since now he had a whole lot of it.
As he tousled the red hair on his head with his eyes closed, the steam subsided and the large mirror behind the sink counter defogged. Corey let the towel fall behind his back and looked up, one hand collecting his bangs (bangs? what the hell?). Seeing his feminine curves was a shock. There he was in a woman's body, pretty as porn. 32 was young, apparently. This body was stunning and his penis started to rise as he dropped the towel and gripped his supple, wet, breasts. Staring into his own eyes, his mood lifted.
He turned and looked over his shoulder. Wet hair covered his nape but ended at the bottom of his shoulder blades... his eyes followed his spine to a lovely bum.
"Damn. I'm fine, I guess." Picking the towel up and drying off more as he walked into the bedroom of his apartment, he added "Well, fine as in ass, but not fine as in me being totally OK with this."
Corey dropped the towel and flopped onto the bed, rolling up into the sheets. Tomorrow was Saturday, he'd worry about it then.