The next morning, I decided to start my first full day as owner of a penis by peeing standing up for the first time. Regrettably, my aim was less than perfect; in my defense, it was literally my first time doing that, so what's your excuse? I wiped the tip with some t.p.; old habits, and all that. I also cleaned up afterwards, so the maid service wouldn't wonder how that happened in a room whose only tenant was a woman.
After I was done with that, I took a shower, and decided to try rubbing one out. The key word, unfortunately, is try. I was unable to rise to the occasion, as they say. So, after drying off, I called Dr. Schaffhauser, asking if I needed to come back in.
"Ms. Lambert," he said, "my experience has been that, nine times out of ten, issues such as you describe are psychological in nature, not physical. I would suggest that you try something different, and see if that works for you." I agreed to try that, and he hung up.
I began with relaxation techniques that I used before flying, so I wouldn't be even slightly buzzed or hungover. Once my mind was clear, I thought back to a story a flight attendant told me about a guy she hooked up with. Previously, I had imagined myself in her place; this time, I pictured myself standing in for him.
That did the trick, and my dick stood at its full eight inches. I went back into the shower to finish the job, figuring it would be faster to clean up there than in the bed. It felt so good as I shot my load.
After running the shower to clean up, I got dressed, thankful that the clinic had given me some underwear that would accommodate my dick. I would have to look for more back home. As I checked out the sights, I also checked out the people, figuring out who I was attracted to. Before I got my penis, I was primarily attracted to guys; now, I was turned on by both sexes.
I went into a sex shop, and bought a fleshlight. The saleswoman said that my boyfriend would appreciate it; I didn't bother telling her it was for me.