Chick for a Dick: Oops
Where to go next, where to go next... Jon mused as he strolled down the hallway aimlessly. First period had officially ended and the students were streaming out of the classrooms and clogging the halls. Should he just randomly pick a classroom and go in? Should he just pick a student at random and follow them? Decisions, decisions...
Jon glanced up and noticed that he had made his way back to the bathroom where he had recently helped Zoe with her bowling ball issue. Granted, he was the one who had given her the issue in the first place, but he had still been kind enough to help her out in the end.
But now Jon was curious. Was... was the bowling ball still in there? How had Zoe disposed of it? Had she maybe taken it with her? How large had it ended up being?
Jon needed to find out.
He placed his hand on the door and was just about to push it open when a random girl cut in front of him and gave him a dirty look before pointing at the other door next to them.
“That’s the boy’s room, perv.”
Without waiting for a response, she passed through the door and let slam shut in his face.
Jon’s face contorted with anger and disbelief. Who the hell did she think she was? She didn’t know who she was fucking with, and Jon was about to teach her the error of her ways. He looked at the closed door and scoffed. I go wherever I want. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone.
“I wish I was allowed to enter the girls’ bathroom.”
Jon immediately realized something was wrong. Everything felt... off. The stone felt bigger in his hand, the hallways around him looked bigger, he felt a cool breeze run across his legs, and a lock of curly brown hair passed across his eyes. He felt his legs growing weak as he looked down.
There were two very large lumps sticking out from his chest.
“What the fuck?!” she screeched. Several students paused and looked at the girl outside the bathroom looking down at herself in shock. Suddenly, one girl came rushing up, discreetly slipped something into Jon’s feminine hand, and slipped back into the crown. She looked down at it and saw a wrapped tampon. Jon crushed the package in her hand, threw it to the ground, and gave an angry huff. She didn’t know if she should reward the girl who had given it to her, or use her as a target to relieve her increased fury.
No... not her... it’s not her fault... Jon turned and looked at the closed bathroom door. I know just who’s to blame for this!
Jon shoved the door open with both hands, expecting it to slam open and announce her furious arrival. Instead, it simply swung open as it would have as if her male body had casually pushed it open with a single hand. The grand gesture did have one effect, though: Jon’s new boobs bounced and jiggled wildly on her chest. Jon scowled and grabbed her swaying tits, causing her to unintentionally slam the stone into her right boob.
Jon momentarily saw stars as the ache radiated outward and into her chest. She quickly stepped into the bathroom and let the door slam shut behind her. She let go of her boobs and waited for them to stop jiggling and for the pain to dissipate before she began walk awkwardly towards the sink. With each step, Jon was conscious of two things: the movement of her tits and the difficulty of walking in heels. How do women put up with this shit?!
She stomped on wobbly legs across the room and as soon as she was within arm’s reach of the sink she latched onto it with her free hand, taking a moment to recognize its flawless manicure, and trying to steady her balance in the uncomfortable shoes. Jon looked down to try and get a better idea of what she was wearing, but her boobs partially blocked her view of her feet. She let out a growl of frustration and looked up.
She found herself locking eyes with a striking brunette whose fiery, pouty expression was both intimidating and incredibly alluring. The girl’s face immediately shifted into one of shock, as if she did not expect Jon’s presence. Only then did Jon realize that she looked incredibly close to Zoe. She could even be Zoe’s sister.
And then it dawned on her. This girl was Zoe’s sister. Jon was looking at her own reflection.
Jon’s jaw dropped as she took in the sight of just what the wish had done to her. The girl before her was like looking at a version of Zoe who was born to be a model. Her wavey brown hair was accentuated with subtle highlights and cascaded past her shoulders. Her lips were full, her cheekbones high, and her soft features were flawless. Her eyes seemed larger than they had been before, giving her a certain innocent, doe-like appearance that was greatly emphasized by her shock expression of disbelief. And to top it all off, she was wearing makeup that looked like it had been perfectly applied by a professional cosmetologist.
Looking down past her slender neck, Jon was finally able to get a look at her boobs. Jon briefly recalled a few of the magically enhanced racks she had seen in the past couple weeks and wondered how some of those girls were able to carry around such monsters when the much more realistic D-cups she was now sporting already felt so huge on her chest. The trendy top she was wearing emphasize her generous cleavage and gave quite a view to anyone who wanted to steal a glance. Throw in the short, yet stylish skirt that showed off her long, stunning legs and the pert little butt that her designer heels were causing her to stick out, and the girl was the walking definition of “fuckable.” She was surprised when she found herself feeling a sense pride that if it hadn’t been for Zoe’s magically imparted enhancements, Jon’s body was much more curvaceous.
Looking deep into the eyes if her reflection, Jon slowly ran her tongue over her upper lip and let go of the sink with her left hand and gingerly brought it up to her left tit. She hesitated a moment before groping her chest, letting out a quiet hum as she felt a small flow of pleasure beginning to spread through her chest. She almost closed her eyes to bask in the alien sensations beginning to course through her, but she didn’t want to miss the vision of the girl in the mirror... of herself. Watching this girl feeling herself up would have been enough to stroke the fires of arousal within Jon. Feeling the sensations from her groping, while alien, was quickly making her downright horny. Jon desperately wanted to fuck this girl.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered to her reflection. Her eyes went wide as her own sexy, breathy voice further kindled the burning lust within her. Her new voice sounded like a siren’s call. And it would say anything she wanted. “I’m a bad girl,” she told her reflection, her voice dripping with sex. “Do you like bad girls? I want you. I want a long, hard fuck.”
“Mmmmm. Yes, please,” a voice moan from below her. Jon let out a small shriek and looked down. Even with her boobs in the way, Jon could see her skirt had raised up and her dickhead was poking out from beneath the hem of the garment. The look of lust on its face was clear.
I still have my dick?! How do I still have my dick?!
Jon tried to make sense of the situation, glancing around the room as if the answer would be written on the walls. Her glance eventually fell back upon the mirror and she was able to take in the sight of her sexy new body, seductively dressed, with a foot long erection jutting out from her crotch. She felt a stirring within her that caused her cock to gasp an spit up a fresh glob of her arousal.
Am... am I getting turned on by my cock?!
Jon didn’t have time to explore her quandary any further as the sound of a toilet flushing filled the bathroom. She spun around just in time to hear the loud clack of a stall latch being slid aside and watched as the door swung open. Out stepped the girl who had initially insulted Jon. Jon had been so wrapped up in her new body she had completely forgotten about the slight against her.
The girl looked Jon up and down, pausing briefly at her exposed cock. “‘Bad girl?’ What, you come in here a dirty talk to yourself? I knew you were a perv.”
Fury filled every ounce of Jon’s being. She pointed at the girl and shrieked the first wish that came to her mind.
“I WISH YOU WERE THE BIGGEST PERVERT IN THE ENTIRE SCHOOL AND THAT THE MORE SOMETHING DISGUSTED YOU THE MORE IT TURNED YOU ON UNTIL YOU COULDN’T FUCKING CONTROL YOURSELF!”
The echo faded from the room shortly after the flash, leaving the two girls to stare at each other. Finally, the girl cocked her hips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, bitch. You’re the one perving out. And what was with the light show, anyways? Are you trying to dazzle me or something?”
Jon’s heart skipped a beat. She looked down at the hand she was still pointing at the girl with, and slowly rotated her wrist and open her fingers to reveal the stone. She had not used her one-wish-per-person ability on this girl. The stone had cast the wish directly, and the girl had heard it. She was going to be aware of what was happening to her...
Jon looked down and cursed when she realized she had no pockets. A quick glance showed that there was only one place to temporarily hide the stone. She quickly stumbled across the room and discreetly dropped the stone into the large trash can place next to the door. She then turned her full attention on the girl who had moved to the sink and was touching up her lipgloss.
“I think you’ll be the one ‘perving out’ around here as soon as you take a look at this,” Jon said as she grasped her hard dick with a soft, dainty hand. The feeling of her new, feminine hand gripping her meat was heavenly, and she let out a throaty moan. The girl rolled her eyes again and finished applying the pink gel to her lips, puckered her mouth a couple times at the mirror before she was satisfied with her reflection. She capped the gloss and opened her purse while turning to face the strange girl blocking her exit.
“Listen, I’m not a freak like-“
The girl’s eyes went wide as she took in the sight of Jon jacking herself off opening in the public restroom. The lip gloss slipped from her fingers and fell with a clatter to the floor as it completely missed her purse.
“... you... you... you’re... you’re...”
Jon opened her eyes and looked at the enraptured girl, a wicked smile came to her face. “Ooooh, so you like my giant cock?” she asked. The girl nodded dumbly, completely taken off guard by the new impulses gripping her. “So why don’t you do something about it?”
The girl opened her mouth to offer an excuse, but the words caught in her throat. Jon moved away from the door and sauntered over to her prey, wiggling her hips with each shaky step (damn these high heels), making sure her cock bobbed wildly with each step. “No reason? Or is it that there are plenty of reasons that you shouldn’t ‘perv out’ in a school bathroom with a complete stranger? And that makes you want to do it even more?” Jon teased.
The girl shuddered, a heavy groan escaping her throat. It was true. The more she knew it was a terrible, sick, perverted though... the more it enveloped and consumed her. Her hands moved away from her purse and began to extend towards Jon. The new girl bit her lower lip. “Are you going to play with my junk and tits? What are you, some sort of handsy lesbian?”
The girl hesitated for only a moment, the question sinking into her brain. Ew! No! Girls are gross! It’s just because she’s got a cock that she’s hot. I find her hot? Oh shit! I think she’s hot! She’s made me a lesbian! Does that mean I like tits? Shit, she’s got great tits. Mmmmm, tits are always great... FUCK! I’m totally gay now! That bitch! She made me like this! I’m going to- I have to- I... I... I want to be a dirty little slut!
The girl took Jon’s cock firmly in her hand and pressed their bodies together, squeezing their boobs against each other. The girl look like she was about to go in for a kiss but suddenly hesitated, clearly processing a new perverted idea that had seeped into her brain. “I want... I-I-I need- No! I’m not! But I want-Please- please, I don’t- aaaaahhhh! SPIT IN MY WHORE FACE!” The look of desperation in her face was palpable.
Jon’s brain tried to register what the girl had said. She had heard it, but it was so unexpected that she needed to mentally process the request. Jon decided to graciously give the girl what she asked for and spat into the pervert’s face, hitting her just below her right eye where the force of the impact caused it to splatter over half her face. Her look of shock lasted for only a moment as her brain processed the degrading act and converted it into obscene pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and her grip on Jon’s dick became more firm as she started hissing “yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes” while her free hand reached up, wiped the spittle off her face, and brought it to her mouth where she eagerly put her finger in her mouth and began to suck it clean. It was a good minute before any sign of intelligence seemed to seep back into her eyes. She suddenly seemed to recognize what she was doing... and quivered. She removed the finger from her mouth and stared at it.
“You... you did this to me, didn’t you?”
Jon hesitated before plainly answering. “Yes.”
“Because you made me make a big mistake. So now you’re going to pay for it.”
She tried to understand, but she couldn’t comprehend what Jon meant. Instead she asked “How... how long will I be like this?”
Jon let the silence take hold of the room, knowing the impact her answer would have. “Forever,” she answered casually.
Forever? I’m going to have these uncontrollable perverted impulses for forever? That’s... that’s terrible! My life is over! I’m going to be reduced to a compulsive slut! I’m- it’s- that’s... so _fucking_ hot!
The girl’s face went from horror to ecstasy as her new wiring converted the shock and disgust to pure pleasure. “You... you ruined my life! I’ll never be respected. I’ll never be in control. I’ll be a sex obsessed slut!”
She grabbed Jon’s arms, stared into her eyes with an expression of all consuming dread... and then pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Her fresh gloss stuck to Jon’s plump new lips as they passionately embraced. Soon, their tongues were dancing, their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, and their mutual groans were echoing off the walls. Jon felt the girl running her hands through her hair, on the small of her back, groping her boobs, along her dick, squeezing her ass, and finally along the taint between her dick and asshole. She shuddered under the stimulation wracking her new body. She had expected her boobs to really set her off, but was the most surprised at how good her taint had felt. Wait... do I-
The girl suddenly pulled away, breaking the kiss. “Come on! We need to go into the stall!”
“In case someone comes in?”
“What? Oh fuck no! We’re leaving the door open in case someone does come in! I want- no, need people to see what a slut i am! But the floor is so gross in there that I want to pleasure you with my whore mouth while kneeling in piss!”
She was practically ravenous as her expression looked positively obsessed with the concept. Clearly she was so grossed out by the idea that it had completely take hold of her. She didn’t even wait for Jon to answer as the girl grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the third stall, the large one where Jon had spied on Zoe just last hour.
Was that really just last hour?! It seemed surreal to believe that she had changed so much in such a short-
The girl cut off her thoughts as she sank to her knees, reached up Jon’s skirt, and in one swift motion pulled down her panties. Jon felt her dick momentarily slap against her leg and realized it must have gone through the leg of her panties to slip out. My panties... I wear fucking PANTIES now! This is so fucked up...
Jon didn’t have time to ponder her wardrobe long as the pervert kneeling before her grabbed her dick and practically impaled her face upon it. She was able to take a little less than half of Jon’s dick before it hit the back of her throat and made her visibly gag. However, this did not stop her. She was fucking her own face with Jon’s dick. Jon felt the head of her dick hit the back of the perv’s throat over and over. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel great either. She was just about to say something to the kneeling girl when the pervert reached up, slide her had down the remaining exposed length of her shaft to her base, fondled her balls, and ran a finger along her taint.
Jon’s knees locked and she had to grab onto the bars bolted into the walls to keep from joining the mentally warped girl on the floor. The feeling coming from behind her balls was electric. She suddenly felt unfulfilled, like she needed something else, an alien desire enveloped her crotch. She wanted to be rubbed there more, to have something pressed against her, she wanted-
The girl let Jon’s dick fall from her mouth with an obscene pop. Her dick’s hair was coated with the perv’s saliva and its mouth hung open, letting precum freely leak on to the kneeling girl’s top. “Fuck, you are so hard. And so wet.”
“I’m... I’m wet?!”
The girl hummed in affirmation and Jon felt one finger, and then a second, dance upon her flesh. Jon gasped as she felt something slip inside her and suddenly retract. The girl pulled her hand back and showed the glistening, pungent grool covering two of her fingers. “See? You’re almost as wet as me. Oh! And you smell different than I do!”
She reached down with her other hand and reached under her own skirt where she tugged and pulled until she literally ripped her own panties off and threw the shredded material to the bathroom floor. She then inserting two fingers into her own snatch and withdrew them, a thick strand of her juices briefly ran from her fingers back to her crotch before it snapped and splattered onto the floor. She brought it close to her nose and took a deep whiff.
“This is the first time I’ve smelled another girl. I’m so... musky. You smell almost like you’d be sweet. Mmmm... sweet... No! I- I’ve never even tasted my own coochie before! I couldn’t- I...” She stared at the dripping wet fingers that she had just pulled out of her slit, rubbing them together and watching her juices pool between them. Without another word, she brought them into her mouth and sucked them clean, groaning in exquisite disgust. Jon watched on as she thoroughly sucked them clean, her remaining lips gloss smearing on her digits. She then immediately did the same with her other hand, getting even more turned on by tasting the arousal of a different girl.
“You are sweeter! I need more!”
She grabbed ahold of Jon’s dick and lifted it up, exposing her balls. The girl shot forward and started to lick off the pussy juice that had dripped onto Jon’s ballsack before pressing her mouth into Jon’s new sex and eating her out with a maniacal fervor. Jon let out a throaty wail and held onto the support bars for dear life, her slender legs more shaky than ever. Jon felt a swell of pleasure building up in her. It was like when she was close to blowing a load, but different. It wasn’t building to just her dick, but spreading throughout her whole body, bouncing around her insides like an echo before it all came together and rushed back to her pussy. Jon let out a scream and felt herself quiver and a sudden rush of wetness. The girl let out a garbled gasp and pulled back. Her face was covered in shock and liquid.
“You’re a squirter?!”
The girl’s face contorted into disgust before it was suddenly washed away in a blissful blush of attraction. “Cum on me again! Soak me with your cunt!” She dove back into Jon’s crotch with renewed vigor, licking her slit while her hand started to jack off her dick. Jon went into pleasure overload, a hand instinctively going to her new tits where she squeezed and massaged them, building the flames of lust within her to heights she had never experienced before.
She squirted on the perv’s face again. And again. And again. The multiple orgasms pulsing through her body suddenly surged to a more familiar location, and Jon let out a strained groan. The girl seemed to be waiting for just that signal as she suddenly abandoned the still dripping slit and moved back so that Jon’s dick was lined up with her face. Jon heard her cock scream before its voice was cut off as blast after blast of thick, ropey cum erupted from the dick’s mouth and splattered across the kneeling girl’s face and hair.
Jon took a single step on her wobbly legs, the only step she had the strength to muster, and collapsed onto the toilet. She looked over at the girl who was playing with the various fluids Jon had secreted onto her.
“What.... what is you name?” Jon gasped though the afterglow. The girl looked up from her game and looked up at her. “My name is...” Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes fluttered as a new perverse thought took hold inside her mind. “I’m whatever you want to call me. Perverted little sluts don’t need names.”
Jon let her head fall back and rest against the wall behind her. She groggily watch as Pervert stood up and moved to the sink. She scrapped off all the juices she could before licking them off her fingers which she then ran through her cum soaked hair, causing it to clump together in noticeable depravity. Beyond that, she made no effort to clean herself up, clearly getting off on the new idea of being a walking cum stain. She stared at her filthy reflection.
“This is really all I am now, isn’t it?”
She turned to look at Jon, as if showing off what Jon had done to her. Jon took a breath and nodded. “Yes. This is what you’ll be for the rest of your life.” The words cause a tremor to course through Pervert and Jon could see drops of liquid dripping from underneath her skirt, revealing that she had just creamer herself.
“What’s your name?”
Jon hesitated. What was her name? Was it still Jon? She didn’t know. And this girl had heard her make the wish that changed her. She had some idea of Jon’s power. She didn’t want that secret getting out.
“Isn’t it dirtier if you didn’t know?”
The girl thought for a second and experienced another orgasm at the thought of pleasuring someone whose name she didn’t even know. She breathed deeply before giving Jon one last look and walking out of the bathroom without another word.
Jon sat in silence for some time, regaining her faculties. She slowly stood up, hiked her panties back up while doing her best to fit her massive member into the lacey garment, and walked on unsteady legs to the sink. Her formerly pristine clothes were a wrinkled mess, her hair was unkempt, and she reeked of sex.
“Ok... time to straighten a few things out,” Jon said to the mirror. She tiptoed over to the trash can and began to rummage through it. She couldn’t help but snicker as her hand felt a massively large bowling ball sitting at the bottom. Next to it was the stone. She pulled it out and carefully made her way back to the sink.
“Ok, first things first: I wish wish I knew how to walk in heels.”
Jon took a few experimental steps and was relieved that she could now walk in heels like she’d been doing it for years.
“Next on the list. I wish the other girl who I just turned into a pervert remembers getting changed but doesn’t remember how or who did it to her.”
“And now for this mess. I wish I was tidied up.”
Jon’s perfectly primmed reflection looked back at her. She was still a well hung girl, but she was a clean well hung girl. Jon re-examined her outfit and confirmed that she really did have no pockets at all. This wouldn’t do. She had no wallet, no keys, and most importantly nowhere to keep the stone. She thought for a moment. She’d need a little help, and she knew just where to look.
“I wish the girl who had given me the tampon earlier in the hallway would walk into this bathroom in five seconds.
Jon put the stone down on the sink and waited.
The door swung open and in stepped the girl Jon had only briefly seen in passing once before.
“Um, you girls were really loud in here. I mean, Clit Nibbler has that effect on everyone anyways, but it sounds like she really rocked your world. Oh, Clit Nibbler is my name for her. You know how everyone just make up some filthy name for her? I call her that because this one time in home economics she-“
“I wish that for as long as I’m like this you were a purse that would always have whatever I needed from moment to moment and that it would be an experience you enjoyed and took great pleasure in.”
A small handbag plopped to the bathroom floor where the girl had just been standing. Jon strode forward an gently picked it up, inspecting it in her hands. It was made of soft, supple leather that was dyed to perfectly match her current outfit. Jon looked at the front of the girl-turned-purse and giggled. The clasp keeping the purse cover secured was a brass clit. Jon unclasped the metal fixture and could have sworn she felt the purse shudder slightly in her hands. Lifting up the flap, Jon peered inside her new accessory. There were already various odds and ends inside. A packet of tissues, a hand mirror, a brush, a small makeup case... a tampon.
Now it was Jon’s turn to shudder. She really hoped she could fix herself before she had to deal with cramps and the rest. She shook her head. That was a problem for later. She returned to rifling through the handbag, going further and further down as she took inventory of its contents. It wasn’t until her arm was in past the elbow that she realized that the bag had no bottom. She could keep reaching further and further in and there would always be more space and more stuff.
“Awesome! My own personal bag of holding!”
Jon scoffed. She had always hoped to meet a hot, nerdy girl. Now she _was_ a hot, nerdy girl. She looked back at her reflection just in time to see her skirt lift slightly. Great, not only do I turn myself on now, but it looks like my dick is multi-orgasmic and doesn’t need any time to recharge. Jon turned her attention back to the purse, hoping to distract herself from... herself.
Keys... day planner... perfume... birth control- wait, birth control?! Fuuuuuuuuck... I don't even want to imagine that... Hey! A wallet!
Jon quickly pulled out the designer wallet and opened it. She quickly located her driver’s license and inspected it. Date of birth, address, hair color, eye color. It was all the same. The only three things that were different were height (Am I seriously only 5’1” now?!), her photograph, and name.
Jen let out a sigh and slipped her ID back into the wallet before shoving that back into the bottomless purse. Jon... Jen... again felt it shudder. It was then she noticed the purse liner was a warm pink velvet. She ran her finger across it which drew another twitch from the bag.
Jen giggled. “Well, I’m glad to see the wish worked. You’re definitely enjoying yourself,” she said to the purse. Next, she picked up the stone from the sink and reached into the purse, glad to find a small pocket that was perfectly sized for the stone and would allow Jen easy access. She was just about to refasten the clit-clasp when a thought came to her.
“If I hadn’t changed you, I never would have known you were even a person before. There’s most likely others like you that I would have never even noticed. And it is getting really annoying asking each transformed girl what specifically has happened to her. There has to be a better way to go about this.”
Jen let out a thoughtful hum and pondered the situation. An idea came to her and slung the purse across her shoulder, the strap resting between her cleavage, and pulled the stone out of the quivering purse’s pocket. “I wish that I had a notebook that would automatically add pages which gave a full description of each person that changed because of my party wish or any of my one-off wishes made today.”
In Jen’s free hand she was instantly holding a spiraled notebook. It had a red cover and looked just like any other notebook a student might be carrying around the school. She fanned the pages and saw that they were all blank except for the very first page. The top of the page had a photo of the girl just as she had looked before she was transformed with a photo of the purse she had become right next to it. The name at the top of page read “Carrie Holm.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Carrie,” Jen said snidely to the purse. "Let’s see... Oh! It has my wish right here as a quote. How convenient. Ah! ‘Carrie is now a semi-conscious inanimate object belonging to Jen Gibson. Her physical appearance will change to match the attire worn by her owner.’ Wow! That’s a neat bonus! Hmmm... ‘Her only remaining sense is physical touch which is very intense. This is further heightened by her clasp and liner being her clitoris and vagina respectively. She experiences intense sexual pleasure whenever she is opened and her insides rummaged through. Carrie contains common objects that Jen Gibson may need on a daily basis, but Carrie can produce any object that is inanimate which can fit in a normal purse. In addition, outside objects can be stored inside Carrie and be withdrawn at a later time. Mental condition: Carrie has no memory of her former body or life and is solely committed to being a high quality accessory, a role she takes immense pride in.' Well, looks like you turned out even better than I had hoped, Carrie.” Jen opened the girl-turned-purse and inserted the full sized notepad into it, causing the handbag to shudder intensely as the large object was inserted into it.
Jen looked past her new from her new accessory towards the floor an noticed a tube of lip gloss laying at her feet. It was the one Pervert had dropped after her changes had started to take effect and had been left forgotten after her departure. Jen reached down and picked it up, reflecting on the recent events. Her new body, her angry wish, and the lingering evidence of her first sexual encounter with a women's equipment. Jen gripped the lip gloss tightly as her hand quiver with rage and anxiety. While she had taken revenge, it did not change the fact that she was now stuck in this body. She had no idea how to live as a girl. How much had her life changed? How was she going to be treated now? What was she going to do.
Jen realized she was breathing quickly and forced herself to calm down. She'd figure something out. She had to. But for now, it was time to get out of the bathroom. It reeked of sex and she didn't want to have someone find her in here. Jen arbitrarily dropped the lipstick into Carrie and closed the purse before latching its clit shut. This set it over the edge as it started to quiver noticeably as it clearly experience an intense orgasm. Jen ignored the twitching garment and headed towards the door to face her new life.
With that, Jen checked her hair in the mirror, and strolled out of the cum splattered bathroom.