Desires of Change (F, Masturbation)

She stretched and let out a deep yawn, feeling fresh and eager to commence with the plans she had

today. Gracefully, she swept the covers up into the air, letting them fall off to the side of the bed,

revealing her naked body.

Because she lived alone, there was never any reason to sleep in pajamas, and she also never felt

the need to cover the sensuous curves of her body while in the apartment. She likes to feel the open

air on her body, flowing around her exposed chest, lightly brushing across her pussy. Being naked most

all the time keeps her in a constant state of arousal, and she masturbates whenever she feels like it.

She's come to like it enough that she avoids inviting many guests over to her apartment, and since her

small group of friends are as horny as she is, she never feels the need to dress when they come over.

Not that her clothes would stay on for very long anyways.

Her creamy white hands lifted her into the lucid world. She excitedly bounced onto the edge of her

bed, her ample breasts swaying openly beneath her. Switching from the addictive warmth of her blanket

to the crisp air circulating through her room caused her nipples to harden. She giggled, teasing them with

the ends of her fingers. That, combined with the thought of what she was going to do today, caused a

sudden flush of arousal.

She reached down in between her thighs and cupped her sex, moving her palm slowly up and down her

slit. She moaned as that first wave of pleasure warmed her body. She slipped two of her fingers inside of

herself, and started to increase her pounding. Her eyes closed, moaning with every thrust of her hand. The

feeling of her breasts jiggling from ramming her fingers in and out of her vagina made her imagine she was

jacking off, and that the force of her stroking was causing her breasts to bounce rapidly. The incredibly

arousing thought sent her over the edge, and she shivered in ecstasy, electricity pulsing from her pussy.

She fell back onto the bed, and licked her succulent fingers, imagining a salty, masculine taste in place

of her feminine juices. Sighing, she jumped up off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, happy that

she wouldn't have to imagine having a penis for long.

After she applied a bit of makeup and did her hair, Nora grabbed her keys and purse and headed for the front door. As she reached it, she stopped to check herself in the hallway mirror. She lightly corrected a few strands of dark brown hair, and couldn’t help smiling at her own radiance. With a twirl she grabbed the doorknob and stepped out into the world.

The outside greeted her with a thousand rays of sunlight and as many decibels of sound. Living in downtown Manhattan had its perks, but Nora found that the sound wasn’t one of them. She skipped down the steps leading to the sidewalk and started her walk to the clinic. The first time she heard about this clinic was in an article online. They were advertising for volunteers to test a new groundbreaking use for stem cells. The ad immediately grasped her attention and she called the clinic to get more information. Nora has had a fascination with scientific advancement all her life, but she never had the willpower to go into studying it, so being a guinea pig was one of the only ways she could be an asset to the field of science.

When she found out what the clinic was testing, her excitement tripled. They were using stem cells to alter a human’s physical features. From what they told her over the phone, the process was low risk and variable, so they gave her the option of how she wanted her body to change.

As Nora has always fantasized about having a man’s sexual anatomy, this was literally a dream come true. She knew from reading into information about sex reassignment and other methods that there would eventually be a more effective way to go about changing your gender, but she thought it would involve a total conversion. Since she only wanted the one key aspect from a man’s body, her hope dwind

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