Exploring the New Flesh Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 5 by deleted_user

The lab was buzzing, but your body buzzed louder. The moment you realized the weight in your shirt was attached to you, curiosity became unbearable.

“I… I need a minute,” you muttered, voice high and feminine. You bolted, ignoring Maya’s smirk and Liam’s gawking.

The women’s restroom felt alien, tiled in sterile white. You stumbled inside, slammed the lock, and turned toward the mirror.

She stared back at you: smooth cheeks, pouty lips, long lashes framing eyes that looked like yours but softer. Your breasts filled your shirt, straining the seams, nipples stiff points against the fabric. Your hips curved, ass rounded out every angle of your pants.

Your hands trembled as you pulled off your shirt. Skin flushed pink as air brushed over breasts far too sensitive, every graze of your fingers electric. A shaky laugh escaped your lips. “Goddamn… they feel real.”

Curiosity became hunger. You cupped yourself, thumbs teasing your nipples until your knees buckled. Lower still, you tugged open your waistband. The heat there was overwhelming, wetness already slicking your fingers. You moaned—high, girlish, uncontrollable.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

It was you, yet not you. Every nerve was rewired, every spark magnified. The machine had stripped away your body, your masculinity, and left this perfect, needy shell in its place.

And right now, it was impossible not to explore every inch of it.