High Voltage:Let it outC2
From Create Your Own Story
The suite was empty, so I decided I could moan and wail like a little bitch without anyone knowing. Plus, I was doing this just to see what it felt like. Touching myself like this didn't make me a woman. I may be in the body of a woman, but I am still a --- "Ooooh," I gasped. I continued to push and grind with my hand. I don't think I could restrain all the gasps if I tried. I felt a strange, unusual presence building inside of me. My knees started to become weak.
Was this it? Was the moment coming? I took my fingers out of me and let them fly over my clit once again, spinning in little circles. "Yes!" I screamed loudly, hearing my voice echo back from the empty walls. I felt briefly embarrassed at myself, but the next tide of pleasure quickly erased that. The sensation in my groins was feeling great, but it didn't feel complete. Was there more?
As if in answer to my question, it seemed as if every nerve in my body tingled. I groaned again, as I knees lost stability and I crouched lower. The moment seemed to last forever. I continued to draw circles with my hand as I became overcome with pleasure laughter. It seemed as if I had become even more sensitive, and every minute movement between my legs caused an uncontrollable release of laughter and smiles.
That was amazing! I stood back up and basked in the warm water of the shower for a few more minutes while thinking to myself. What had I just done? Why didn't I feel more shame? I exited the shower and dried myself off in front of the mirror. I could tell my face was still flush from the excitement, and for the first time in all the times I've looked in the mirror, I had a genuine smile on my face. The body might be Lauren's, but that was my smile. I tried to make the smile disappear, but I couldn't. Was I happy like this? I looked my body over. I was pretty, and I didn't know how to feel about that.
I realized I had not brought in any new clothes with me. I thought about wrapping the towel around my waist and then I remembered I had breasts to cover too. No one was home and covering this body felt like a crime. I covered nothing and walked across the hall and entered my room. I glanced at the pile of clothes I had previously picked out.
Should I:
