After eating and tending to the laundry she'd retreated to her room. By the Fairy's words this was temporary, after all, and she didn't want to waste her limited time as a woman for a day. The changes around the house had relieved her of her panic about the situation: Every photo showed Denise, not Dennis, which made her strangely calm about the entire thing.
She grabbed her phone and searched for 'female masturbation.' The sweatpants and panties hit the floor as the first video started, then she shrugged off her shirt as the title cleared. A thin black woman with curly hair was laying on a chair as Denise watched. She found herself comparing her own undeveloped form to the goddess on his video, then grew interested as she watched the woman begin touching herself, her hands grabbing at her round breasts that practically glowed with a thin sheen of sweat.
Denise found herself writhing on her bed, unable to unlock the mysteries of her own body. She undeniably enjoyed the sensation of her fingertips circling her neat mound, barely touching the neat lips that were framed by sparse blond hair. Her nipples seemed sensitive, too, and her hands moved back and forth in a flurry as she couldn't decide what part of her needed to be touched more. She groaned in frustration, desperately wanting to experience orgasm but unable to do so.
She listened to the chocolate-skinned woman's moans of pleasure and laid back on her bed. It had been so much easier as a guy, she mused: One weekend when mom had been at a convention Dennis had pleasured himself so much he was afraid he'd rubbed himself raw.
She felt a change within her as she remembered her few past brushes with sex. A party a couple years ago when Dennis had been playing Smash Brothers with a group but they'd paused at the sound of a couple noisily making out in a nearby bedroom. Or seeing one classmate who had unashamedly presented a nude painting she'd done of herself to the class. Figure drawing classes had been difficult at first, as he'd seen several naked men and women among the models, but he'd adjusted.
Denise felt different now, as if a something had shifted in her new anatomy as she'd fantasized. A short. high-pitched noise escaped her mouth as her probing hands found herself suddenly finding her labia open and welcoming where they had been resistant and unyielding. She was aroused and undeniably wet. The beautiful woman on the phone had moved to demonstrate use of various toys to pleasure herself, but this was forgotten as Denise explored her own depths. She cried out as a finger found her clitoris, her pale, chubby hips twisting as she writhed in pleasure. She wanted more of this as her fingers penetrated her and she felt muscles clenching as she lay on her side, contorting to desperately fulfill her aching need. One hand grabbed at her diminutive nipples, pulling and twisting until she cried out in pain. She stopped for a moment, then her hand snaked down to her needy orifice.
She rolled onto her back, her hips thrusting as she finally climaxed with a high-pitched cry. She panted, collapsing onto the bed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. She'd knocked her phone onto the carpeted floor, which she recovered as she recovered and sat on the edge of her bed. She sniffed at her finger, noticing the undeniably feminine scent. She licked at it, tasting her own taste with a hesitant smile.
She showered and cleaned up after checking the laundry. She'd thrown a shirt on to cover herself. Wandering her family home in nothing but the long t-shirt she'd woken up in seemed somehow naughty and sexy to her in a strange way she couldn't quite express, although she knew she'd never do this if her mother was home. Her new genitals were fascinating to her, and she loved seeing the smooth-skinned labia in a mirror.
She'd froze when the doorbell rang, but it was thankfully only a delivery and they didn't need a signature. Her neighborhood was quiet at this time of days and no one saw her step out dressed in nothing more than a long shirt to grab the package and haul it inside.
Preparing to leave the house she'd finally relented and dressed in some of the panties she'd found, smiling at the sight of a 'camel toe' between her thick thighs. She added a pair of clean jeans to cover her butt. She was pretty sure what she was wearing was considered a 'sports bra' but she barely needed it with the tiny breasts they concealed. A pink shirt she'd found went on over this: It was a button-down shirt with looping white embroidery picking out floral patterns that looked like either a bowling shirt or perhaps a work shirt from some odd job, but she thought it looked cute without being too formal. She did have a 'business meeting' in an hour, after all.
The white socks fit on her smaller feet, which then went into pink sneakers she'd found. She packed her bag with several sketchbooks that had art she thought would interest Tricia. She'd even found a small jewelry chest and found a pair of earrings that resembled the mushroom people from he Mario games she was sure Tricia would appreciate.
A half-hour later she was locking her slightly-altered bike onto a stand outside the bookstore when she saw Tricia walk by. Denise studied her with a curious mix of his lingering masculinity and his new found femininity. Tricia was a bit taller than Denise, with short-cut blond hair that framed a friendly, smiling face. She wore a black shirt from the game store where she worked in between taking classes and trying to make a video game with some friends.
"So, show me what you have for me."
Tricia had gotten them a table and offered to pay for Denise's lunch. The chubby woman found herself nervous as she pulled forth her sketchbooks, laying them on the table as they pushed the remains of lunch away. They'd made small-talk over lunch and Denise found her mind running in countless directions. Denise wondered if her sudden transformation had sent her hormones into overdrive, as she found herself fantasizing about the older woman naked on top of her. From moment to moment she changed from Dennis to Denise and back, exploring every permutation of sex she could as she tried to keep up her small talk. She didn't think Tricia was aware of her distraction, but the older woman did mention her boyfriend Tony more than a couple times.
Tricia even smelled good, a mix of floral scents that was undeniably attractive. Denise had blushed a bit when Tricia had noticed her earrings, the heat in her cheeks deepening as the other woman had reached out a hand to hold and inspect one earring. Denise stifled a whimper as she rubbed her legs together at the touch.
Denise's intuition about how the Fairy's magic worked seemed to be accurate. It was as if Dennis had never existed and his space in the world had always been filled by Denise.
Now with lunch pushed to the side she found herself more in control of her libido. She forced her fantasies to one side as she began to explain various character sketches and ask Tricia what she was looking for in her project.
She felt slightly stunned when Tricia left: She'd somehow managed to make it through the meeting and work out a deal. It didn't pay much, but Tricia and her partner Ray were committed to paying something to any artists they used, and they had hopes of asking for more work if the game found a following and they could expand it. Tricia loved the collection of anime-styled pieces that were contained in one of the sketchbooks.
Denise collected her things, landing her sketchbooks back in her bag. Tricia had texted another artist they were working with and scheduled another brief meeting tomorrow at four o'clock with one of Denise's classmates, Jamie.
Her confidence rising after the meeting, she was unsurprised when Marsha, the owner of the bookstore, greeted her as she entered. She stashed her bag in the back as she clocked in. Marsha was an old friend of her mother's, an older woman in her fifties who worked hard to keep her small store in the black. Dennis had worked there since he'd been 16, and Denise assumed it was the same for her. Early on she'd simply helped stocked shelves and such, but it remained a safe and comfortable job now that Denise was taking Graphic Design classes at the nearby college. She was at least as reliable as Ramona, the only other employee. Marsha would need Denise's helps when Ramona left to have her baby in a couple months.
Denise was very loyal to Marsha, and the feeling was mutual. The silver-haired woman would always put aside art books destined for the clearance shelf for the artist to pick through, and had even tossed a few damaged books in her employee's direction as favors.
