James spit the toothpaste into the sink, this was the third time he had brushed his teeth in the last five minutes. Every time he spit out the toothpaste he saw that glob of cum in the palm of his hand again. James was surprised both at how hungover he was, but also at how he could have gone to bed with a man. James didn't know that Erin had surreptitiously added Some GHB to his first drink. It had been a very small dose. It hadn't been intended to knock him out, just hasten the loss of inhibitions. James reached down and used his hand to fill his mouth with water, not noticing that it was the cum hand. As he bent over, his breasts touched the cold porcelain of the sink. The Cold caused his nipples to erect. He bit his lip and was embarrassed to admit how much he liked the feelings generated by his new nipples. That thought reminded him of masturbating in the shower yesterday. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but already there was a part of him that enjoyed being "Jill". He rinsed his mouth again and then turned the shower on. It was a free standing shower, as opposed to a tub with a Shower head.
The water warmed up almost instantly. James climbed into the shower and shut the door. He stepped forward and let the water cascade over his body. Yesterday this had been simultaneously a traumatic as well as a liberating experience. Today on the other hand was pretty anticlimactic. It was just a shower, his body no longer felt alien. He took his time thoroughly washing his body. He made a special effort on his inner thighs. He didn't want any residue of dried semen. He only stopped washing when he realized he was starting to enjoy the rubbing.
The shower did wonders for his state of mind. He swallowed some water, which helped to rehydrate him. As he finished waking up, his memory of last night started to come back. He remembered riding from Tom's apartment with Erin. Erin didn't want to drive because she was planning on drinking that night. They hadn't so much as gone inside, they dumped Erin's Car and switched to an Uber she had hailed. The bouncer at the club had taken one look at James' cleavage and had waved them inside. They had walked up to the bar and handed their tickets to the bartender (the club had a promotion ladies not only didn't have to pay cover, but their first drink was on the house)
Erin had dragged James onto the dance. At first they were by themselves, but it didn't take long to attract the attention of a couple of guys. James remembered deciding to "be" Jill for the night. He thought of it as an acting Job, but didn't remember the feeling of relief that had swept through him when "she" had decided to pretend to be a girl. The rest of the night was quite fuzzy, but he could remember a few disjointed images. He remembered sitting on a couch along one wall, while his new friend fondled his breast while they made out. The most disturbing part was when he remembered "her" suggesting that "they get out of here"
By now James was done showering. He turned the water off and climbed out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his hair and another around his body. It didn't occur to him to wonder when he had mastered those particular skills. He put his hand on his neck and exhaled. He was frustrated by the fact that He didn't remember than having sex. He felt cheated ... and strongly tempted to fuck him again this morning. He knew he shouldn't. He should march in there and send... what's his name on his way, but he didn't want to. That was the simple truth. He was horny; he could feel the towel bush against his excited nipples as he walked. He could feel his pussy repeatedly tense as he walked. He or rather she, after all he was still in character, definitely had the "itch". She put her hand on the doorknob and paused, she knew this wasn't smart. After all she didn't need him she could just as easily kick him out and then masturbate heart's content. She inhaled deeply and held it for a moment then pushed the door open. She knew what to do.
