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Chapter Five: A Simple Act, Revisited.
All things being equal, this was far from a low stress situation. If you accept that, it was far from believable. It s like the guy that claims he woke up with the murder weapon in his hand and has no idea how everyone else in the house is dead. I had to pee again as well as go to the shower. The apartment seemed bigger to me now. I swore I could be getting into the bathroom in about five steps. I should have been in the tiled overly apportioned bathroom, and I was only mostly there. As a man you have an idea of how breasts would feel to have, but I was quickly discovering that it was not at all what I thought. They were heavier than I thought to walk around with and the bouncing of them was not as nice as I thought it would be. Much nicer for a man to watch, these things were attached and bouncing meant pulling skin or something else. I padded my way over to the toilet and started to raise the seat. I felt tears threatening again. I was not going to be able to raise the seat until I got this fixed. I sat down like I would have before this damn change and sighed. Forced to have to sit anytime I went. What a pain. I was vacillating in my thoughts between the need to cry and the need to tear out someone s throat when I felt the muscles below my bladder start to relax, at least that was the same, and realized it was a good thing that I had been forced to sit. I started to relax all around down there and I ripped off a good one. I made a silent thinks for Kat having left and not having heard that and a part of me was shocked that this was the first thought in my mind. Before, I would have walked around passing gas with no concern for anyone else being around. It was my place after all. Now, however, I was horrified that someone might have heard me doing what was natural in the process of the body getting rid of unneeded or toxic things from my body. I started humming to hide the noises a bit and felt the whole reason this started, peeing, getting underway. Once more my thighs were instantly coated with the warm flow. Dammit! I cursed in the echo of the tiled bathroom. I adjusted my position on the toilet a bit and was rewarded be no longer peeing on myself. Two times in one .
My mind grasped that this was exactly what had happened in my now almost forgotten early-dark bathroom run. Then I had gone back to bed after cleaning up my thigh and my pussy in the dark and I had gone back to bed and fell asleep with I cupped a hand to my left breast Kat s hand cupping to my left breast. I had been changed then and had just been too sleepy to know it.
Well I was all finished and started wiping up. I had been able to do one end of that equation either up or down. When I started to clean up behind me, I discovered that the either direction policy was not the best way anymore. I needed to start at the bottom and go up, for sure. With the extra clean up now needed from that lesson I started to stand and felt dribbles between my legs, I forgot to wipe my pussy. I reached for a few more squares and cleaned up the rest of the way. This was going to be a long weekend until mom could get me back to normal. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, which seemed a lot bigger than I remembered it.
Once more it was realization time for me. As I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror, the old James part of my brain knew it would have tried to bag the temporary James. I would have told myself that I was doing this woman a favor. I turned and started the shower to let the water warm up and went back to the mirror. Had I seen the woman I was, for the time being, I would have convinced myself I was doing her a favor by letting her sleep with someone as fabulous as me. I had been six feet, two inches tall and a regular at the gym. I did not work out to build muscle but to keep trim. My weight fluctuated at around one hundred and eighty pounds. A cocky tallish man, that had been me. Now I was . I was maybe five feet tall?!? I had lost over a foot of height in this thing??? I turned, I seemed a little, thicker but I did not feel heavier, save for the new weight to deal with on my chest. I had short hair with streak of auburn and a sandy blonde among the dark brown. Now I had hair that was halfway down my back with those colors, especially the blonde, clearly artificially highlighted. My hair still swept from being brushed back at the right temple. My eyes were a dark shade of brown, I had never noticed them much before, and my features had softened more. My eyebrows still were thin and arched and just like they had been before. I, thankfully, did not have my Van Dyke goatee, as that would have looked strange and creepy. My cheek bones were more prominent but softer as were the lined and angles of my face. I would have called myself fat, before this, but I could not have been more than one-thirty to one hundred pounds. I was lighter than I had been before mom cursed me to this. I turned a bit more to see what I could from behind. I cringed inside a bit without thinking about it. I would have to make sure I got things that were not too tight around my hips lest I make my ass look huge. I stopped my study as steam started rolling and went into the shower.
I was lucky I had been a vain man, I realized as I started towards washing my hair, because I had all kinds of shampoos and conditioners. As I stepped back under the spray of the shower head, I sighed. The water was almost hot and it felt good. I had to turn to get my abdomen wet and then leaned my head back under the spray. It was another shock. Men always want think, very long, very full hair, preferably blonde and porn starlet curly. As I got my straight long hair wet, I thought the weight of my wet hair was going to snap my neck all the way back. Gods the hair weighed a ton. I shampooed and I conditioned as well and as fast as I could to let it dry out at least a bit. I turned and got my scratchy shower puff and the soap to squirt on it. I started scrubbing like I always had, starting with the face and work down, and scrubbing vigorously. With my eyes closed I started down past my shoulders and on the path to yet another discovery, vigorous is not always right! When I lifted my left breast to scrub over and under it, the puff felt like sandpaper with glass shard in it over my nipple. I gasped and changed my tactics a bit; being sure to take some care around my labia left I do that again! I started rinsing off and aiding the removal of the soap with my hands. In doing it, my fingers grazed the lips of my sex a few times and it occurred to me that, as Kaitlyn had shown me, that alone felt nice. I knew the hot water would last a while longer so I decided to explore a bit. My fingers parted my lips and rubbed lightly just inside. Mmmmmm! I bit my bottom lip as this was feeling very nice, I could feel the finger moving around down there softly and it did feel good. I always pictured woman masturbating and grabbing their breasts while they did so, I was too busy trying to find a spot to brace to even consider it. When my fingertip brushed my clit, I cried out. Not in orgasmic bliss but shock. There was a little pain mixed in with the overwhelming flood of sensations from that brush of the hidden nub. I recalled how intense it had been with Kaitlyn this morning but she had never really touched that button. I tried to remember what her tongue had been doing and I did a pretty good recalling of that bringing myself to a belly rolling but otherwise silent orgasm. It was a different feeling than the onrush of release I |