Alice stared at herself in the mirror.
It had all started when she drank that carton of Cowsmade milk.
The changes had been very slow and gradual over the past week. They weren't that drastic, not yet anyway, which calmed Alice down a great deal. She had been very worried about the milk potentially having detrimental effects on her, being a pre-transition transgender woman. However, it seemed that the only effect the milk had so far was making her an in-transition transgender woman.
It had started with some pain in her breasts. Just an ache in the flesh under the nipple which stinged and pulsed if she bumped them into anything. She had tried rubbing them gently, but it mostly hurt at the start. However, over the previous week the breasts bad blossomed several cup sizes, but it was a bit hard to tell, especially considering her relatively broad chest.
The other changes were more obvious.
Alice's skin had started clearing up, and her hair had grown several centimeters over the past week. The second most dramatic change was her increased hunger. Her body burnt calories like a furnace, and she had nearly doubled her food budget over the past week. However, she didn't seem to be gaining weight. Instead, it seemed as if she was shifting weight, burning weight around her belly, and adding on new to her hips, ass, and breasts. It was subtle, but she felt sure of it. Most notable were the changes to her face -- although it was still a work in progress, the fat had shifted around such that her eyes were somewhat larger and her facial features slightly softer and rounder. Combined with her skin softening it really went a long way to give Alice a properly feminine appearance.
It of course helped that Alice did what she could to help the process along. Already before drinking the Cowsmade milk she had a clear routine of skincare and shaving, even using some of the money from her streaming gig to get her body hair lasered off. That, eyebrow trimming, the milk-induced changes and a bit of makeup made Alice feel cute for the first time in her life.
She wasn't regretting drinking that carton at all.
There was only one thing that was bothering her. A building heat. It made sense -- her body seemed to be burning more calories, so she should feel hotter. However, it wasn't quite that kind of heat. It was a heat that burned through the core of her body like a hot iron rod. It filled her heart with joy and anticipation and boiled forth butterflies in her stomach.
She was simply getting hornier and hornier.
Jerking off didn't help. She'd tried. But no matter how she went about it, dominant hand, non-dominant hand, on her knees, porn, no-porn, or whatever it did nothing to alleviate that heat she felt. An orgasm was simply a momentary satisfaction, a hurdle in the path of the heat, which it quickly got over and resumed bothering Alice.
It wasn't too bad. She was functioning alright in daily life. But it was always there. Beckoning her. Every moment she wasn't doing something she was thinking of it, bothered by it, wondering what she needed to do to herself to satiate that fire.
She had to do something.
So she went browsing for sex toys and fetish gear for the first time in her life. Alice realized it was strange that she bought transformative reagents before she looked into fetish gear and sex toys. But she hadn't bought the Cowsmade milk for purely sexual reasons -- although she had to admit she wouldn't mind them -- but also because she thought it might give her a body she was happy in. And unlike many other transformatives, unpasteurized Cowsmade milk literally made itself and sold at a bargain price.
She had no such reason for browsing fetish gear. It was purely sexual. And the thought of that exited her.
Looking at the website she could feel the heat inside her stoke. The heat increased and made her feel steaming. Her cheeks reddened, her thigh muscles wanted to move in pure anticipation, and if she hadn't gotten rid of most of her body hair it would have risen.
There was just so much naughty stuff!
Fuck it -- Alice just had to dive in. No use pondering. First, she clicked her way into fetish gear and added frantically to her cart. Cowprint-patterned stockings and bikini. Leather collar with a big, steel bell. A shiny black ball gag.
Alice's hand stopped, almost in shock. Had she really added all that stuff to her cart? Up to this very moment she hadn't really considered that she might be that kind of woman -- not that she had anything against sexually liberated women, it just surprised her customarily repressed self. But when she thought about wearing that outfit it exited her. Stoked the fire. So what if she wanted to dress like a slut? There's nothing wrong with being a slut. In fact, she thought, why not add in a couple of 5" pink stilettos? That's what a sexually liberated woman would do, she decided, yet still blushing harder than before. And that black gag and collar? Make them pink to. Fuck it. Make the fire burn. Maybe she could burn it out for a while if she went far enough.
No reason to cheap out on sex toys either, then. Fleshlight with a slot for a bullet vibrator. Bullet vibrators for her nipples. One medium-sized vacuum-grip pink anal dildo with an inbuilt vibrator. And of course, plenty of lube.
Click. Go to checkout. Card info. Shipping info. Buy.
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And the very next day:
Your shipment has arrived.
Alice brought the neutral brown package into her bedroom, staring down at it. It reminded her of staring at the Cowsmade carton. The naughtiness of it, the feeling of doing something taboo. The undeniable attraction drawing her in, in into the maelstrom. She dragged off her shirt and sweater in one single movement, grabbing the front bottom end and pulling it directly up over her. Unbuckling her pants and buttoning them up she drags them of revealing an already hard cock, practically bouncing out. She kicks off her garments, flicking off her socks by grabbing them between her index and big toe one-by-one.
She doesn't even grab scissors, a knife, or nothing, settling for simply ripping open the taped shut packaging. Inside there are several more packages -- she rips open the vibrators first, quickly plugging them into the wall sockets to charge.
The clothes she unwraps far more slowly.
For some reason she feels that accidentally tearing them would blasphemous.
She unwraps them and carefully lies them down onto her bed side by side. Then she gathers up all the thrash -- she doesn't want it to get in the way for what's to come.
Instead of doing anything in particular she just stares at the clothing and gently strokes her foreskin.
She decides to put on the stockings first. She takes one, and gently starts sliding in her foot. Her toes touch the silky material. It's soft, and it envelops her skin like an ocean dip on a summer's day. The sensations send shivers up her leg and through her spine, jolting her mind like a caffeine high. She slides her foot all the way in, feeling her shoulders and spine tingle. Then she slowly drags up the stockings, stretching the folded material all the way up her thigh. It goes all the way up her thigh, stopping just where they should. She puts on the other pair more quickly, biting her lip.
She decides to wait with the stilettos. The bra was made to look small and slutty on breasts larger than hers, so when she taunts the string and ties it behind her back it fits just fine. If it wasn't cow print it would have looked like any other bikini bra, but the pattern made it clear that this was a bikini top for udders, and not mere breasts like Alice's. The thong was however outrageously small. It wasn't made to hide a cock, not even a perfectly average one. Her bulge stretched the material taunt. It looked as if the string might snap at any moment. Tightening her muscles she twitched her cock against the tight yet soft material.