Vitally Female Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 4 by deleted_user

You stared at the reflection. The young woman stared back, her blue eyes wide with your own shock. You raised a hand; she raised hers. You watched, detached, as your new, slender fingers brushed against the fabric of your shirt.

“Go on,” Zara purred from behind you. “It’s all yours. Might as well get acquainted.”

Your fingers traced upward, over the flat plane of your stomach, until they brushed against the soft, heavy weight on your chest. You flinched. The sensation was sharp, immediate. A jolt of pure feeling shot from your chest straight down between your legs. You gasped. The sound was a soft, feminine thing.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” Zara mused. “New parts usually are.”

You swallowed, your throat dry. You let your palms cup the full curves, testing their weight. They filled your hands perfectly. You pressed gently. A low thrum of pleasure vibrated through you. Your nipples, already hard, ached against the rough cotton of your shirt.

“It feels… strange,” you whispered.

“Strange good? Or strange bad?” Zara floated closer, her gaze fixed on your hands. “There’s a difference.”

You couldn’t answer. Your hands slid down, over the dramatic curve of your new hips, to the waistband of your polyester slacks. They felt loose. You fumbled with the button, your unfamiliar fingers clumsy. You pushed them down, letting them puddle around your ankles. You were wearing your old, grey briefs underneath, now comically large. You hooked your thumbs into the elastic and pushed them down, too.

The air in the attic was cool against your bare skin. You looked down.

The thatch of grey hair was gone. In its place was a smooth, hairless mound. You reached down, your heart hammering. Your fingers found a seam of soft, slick flesh where something rigid used to be. You traced it. A shudder wracked your whole body. It was a feeling of unbearable vulnerability and a tantalizing, secret promise of pleasure, all at once.

“See anything you like?” Zara asked, her voice a low tease.

You found a small, hard nub at the top of that seam and pressed. A bolt of white-hot lightning arced through you. Your knees buckled. You grabbed the edge of a dusty trunk to steady yourself, a moan catching in your throat.

“Easy there,” Zara chuckled.

You were breathing heavily, your whole body humming. Every touch was a discovery, a shock. This wasn't your body. But the pleasure… the pleasure was undeniably, intensely yours.