This choice: Wait for him to come out. • Go Back... You decide to wait him out, marching over to “your”/Sarah’s room across from his and plop down on the floor beside her bed in anticipation. A half hour rolls by, every minute feeling like an hour in of itself and your butt aches from sitting on the floor. Your patience evaporates within you and your eyes wander. You spot her dresser and an idea sprung into mind. You call out to her/Kevin, “Hey, if you don’t come out, I’m going to get into your panty drawers!” Nothing in response but the growing curiosity of what you just said.
You open the drawers. No bras of course, but dresses and yes, panties in an assortment of colors. Since this might be your only ever opportunity before you reverse this dilemma, you decide to try out them. After trying on a few, from green, white with stripes, and even ones with poka dots or quite cartoon animals and you noticed your smooth vagina, unlike the porn of watch on your computer in your old body. You give in and slip your fingers between the pussy lips, rubbing in and out and over the clit, mimicking the porn videos the best you could (giving you have to do this with a different unusual new viewpoint) until you cum over her panties in the drawer, sticking a wad of panties in your pussy to soak it up most of the mess. Spent, you put on the new panties you have in hand, a pink one with a red bow on front.
For the sore butt, you climb on her bed, lying down on your stomach to watch from there since her bed is perpendicular to the door, making it an excellent vantage point. You notice a cute cat ear themed pink and white bulky headset on her bed attached to a hand-me-down music pod and decide to put it on to pass the time. It’s of a young girl singing who you don’t recognize but nevertheless catchy. Feeling around the bed for anything else to pass the time, you felt something hard under her pillow. Pulling it, you brought out her diary. Maybe this’ll explain that magical ball. You call, “I’m going to read your diary!”, but only met with silence. Shrugging to yourself, you open the book, flipping through boring day to day girl stuff until the last few pages. You’re shocked to find she caught you masturbating to porn on your computer once while hiding in your room. Unsure of what you were doing, her curiosity of what it felt like led her to research ways to find out herself, apparently with something Dad was working at home for his job. At this point of the diary, there’s many diagrams you don’t understand, so you try to flip a few pages back for better context. A page that caught your eye had large red text circled multiple times with arrows pointing at it that read, “Don’t get cum in the…” Before you can finish reading, you realize something is amiss and look up just in time to see...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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