Although Donna was keen to experience having a cock for herself, a few niggling doubts started to bother her as she struggled to keep up with her friend. "Andrea, hang on!" Donna gasped as they neared the entrance to their store.
Andrea turned around on her heels and saw Donna was falling behind. She waited till Donna reached her. "Sorry luv, I seem to be full of bloody beans today," she said. "I can't think why," she added in an innocent voice, indicating she was well aware what was turbocharging her middle-aged metabolism.
"Yes, it's very impressive but aren't you worried about it, you know?"
"What?" Andrea asked in confusion.
"It messing with your head. It might not be safe, there could be side-effects."
Andrea chuckled. "Nonsense. Our husbands have got them, they are our age and there is nothing wrong with them."
"That's debatable," Donna commented.
Andrea laughed again at Donna's joke before speaking quietly. "True. Look Donna, I won't deny I might be a bit overenthusiastic right now but that's just the novelty value. After I get that wank later, I'll get some of that excitement out my system. Once it has worn off, in a day or two, I'll be back to the same old Andrea." She seemed to consider that matter for a second. "Well, maybe not exactly the same, I'll have a bit more energy, improved self-confidence, more options for going to the toilet and I won't have to deal with the menopause any more."
"Yeah, I never even thought about the change," Donna said thoughtfully. She was just starting to suffer the effects of the menopause herself. It was causing her health issues already. Getting a dick seemed like a small price to pay for not having to deal with that any longer.
"See, nothing to worry about. It will be our little secret just between us old gals –"
A young man attempting to weave through the crowd slightly jostled Andrea on the way past. Without stopping, he uttered a quiet apology for his clumsiness.
"Watch where you are fucking going shit-head," Andrea practically screamed at the stranger causing him to take a few steps backwards in surprise. He nearly knocked over another couple of pedestrians in the process. Coming to his senses the man walked normally through the doors of Wilko. Whilst calmer, Andrea was still angry. "I better not spot him later or he'll regret it."
Donna wasn't entirely sure what Andrea was implying with her veiled threat. She wondered if she was actually considering using her power on him. "It was just an accident," she said, hoping Andrea wouldn't cause trouble.
"Hm, I suppose but he should be more bloody careful. Wandering around here like he owns the place."
"Andrea," Donna said firmly, trying to get her to calm down as they walked inside.
"Yes, yes," Andrea said somewhat grumpily before her mood brightened again. She looked towards the new small open food court area. "The grub at the new cafe here is nice."
"Yes it is quite enjoyable. They do those little pots of tea too, you know so you don't have to stick the bag straight in the cup. I find them so more convenient..."
Andrea found herself becoming a little bored with Donna's feminine chitchat. Something she used to delight in herself. She glanced around the store seeing if she could spot any familiar faces. It suddenly struck her how many attractive young women worked in the store. Once Donna finished talking, Andrea asked her, "Do you fancy French or Italian?"
"I thought you were going to get me a...," Donna said before changing to a whisper, "...a dick first."
"I wasn't asking about the fucking food luv," Andrea said with a wink before looking towards the male staff members of the Continental Cafe.
"Oh...," Donna said as she understood what Andrea had actually meant by her question.
—
It was the strangest sensation Donna had ever experienced in her life as her pussy melted away to be replaced by the sizeable penis belonging to the young Italian waiter Paolo. The whole process took no more than a few seconds. She and Andrea were both hoping to see his tight trousers deflate but unfortunately his apron blocked the view.
"How do you feel luv?" Andrea asked quietly as they stood at the other side of the court.
Donna tilted her head slightly. "Not much different, to be honest," she said.
"Just wait for those hormones to start pumping through your veins."
"Maybe it affects people differently," Donna speculated as she saw Paolo lean over and get unusually close to a female customer. A woman Donna recognised. It was her old colleague and the current supervisor Natalie. Instead of annoyance at how flirty Paolo was getting, Donna felt something else. The closest way she could rationalise it was as jealously. She was jealous of Paolo which she couldn't fathom at all.
"You still with us luv?" Andrea asked with a smirk.
"Um, yeah, just feeling a bit..." Suddenly as she watched Natalie, Donna felt something shifting slightly in her knickers. It was more substantial than she was expecting. She quickly turned around back towards Andrea, no longer wishing to dwell on the sight of the suave waiter fooling around with women in the cafe. Hoping it would allow her embarrassment to subside, literally.
Donna took a few steps closer to Andrea. "...a bit itchy though," Donna said finishing the sentence.
"Yeah men's pubes are thick and as rough as bloody sandpaper, I made sure I shaved down there before I left Carly's this morning," Andrea said thinking back to the mess she had made in the bathroom. "I could swap your original bush back if you prefer?"
Donna still had no idea how Andrea was doing the swaps. "No, it's okay. In an odd way it is kind of comforting."
"So?" Andrea asked.
"What?"
"How big is it?"
"Don't you know?"
"No idea," Andrea admitted to her friend, "Unlike my trousers, your skirt isn't giving anything away."
"I think it's pretty big. My knickers are feeling bloody tight," Donna said as she flexed her hips a little, hoping to get the tight undergarment into a more comfortable position while trying to judge the proportions of her new genitals at the same time.
"We could go have a look at it in the ladies," Andrea suggested.
"What both of us?"
"Only fair, you've seen mine and we are both women."
Donna thought that statement might no longer be one hundred percent accurate. "Okay then," she said reluctantly as she started heading to the nearest toilet.
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