Trish stood and looked at the reflection in the mirror. There stood Dwayne, looking like the results of a twisted fairy tale explosion. His lean muscular arms stretching the white and yellow ruffles of her ruined blouse. Her skirt hooks were broken, the zipper was stripped, and the remnants were little more than a silly rag to be discarded. Her blouse had started out as a normal full length blouse. Now it was skin tight with several popped buttons and only extended down to the top of her stomach, exposing those oh so wondrous abs.
Trish watched as the image in the mirror mimicked her hand as she placed it on her tight stomach. Smiling Dwayne's smile, Trish took a sudden deep breath, tightened her muscles, and popped all of the remaining blouse buttons. With a single powerful rip, Trish tore away the skirt, looked at herself in the mirror and began to giggle. Looking back from the mirror was Dwayne, muscular hunky Dwayne, wearing a girly looking half vest-like piece of blouse, and a ridiculously stretched pink thong that served only as a colorful base for the large erection that rose out of it.
"Oh My Gawd," Trish exclaimed in a whisper. Stripping off the binding remains of her ruined clothing, Trish tentatively touched her new asset and startled when it pulsed and jumped a little, seemingly of it's own volition. Smiling, she grabbed hold of it, holding it in place when it pulsed again. It felt good when it did that! Feeling it felt good. Squeezing it felt good. Everything about it felt good! She wasn't completely inexperienced with the feel of one of these in her hand, but never from this side as well. It was marvelous, it seemed to demand more, and she wanted to give it more! Looking around frantically, Trish grabbed the hand lotion from her night stand and smeared it all over the amazing center of pleasure she had in her hand. At first, just sort of slowly feeling it was nice, but then squeezing it as she stroked it was even nicer. The more she squeezed and stroked, the more her focus narrowed in on the wonderful feeling and demand for more, faster, harder, until she had little awareness of her actions, only the magnificent feeling of ever mounting delight. Focused on nothing but her indescribable need, Trish cried out in delighted release as her center of attention pulsed and spurted.
Coming back to herself, "Eee uuu", Trish complained as she examined the mess. Moving carefully to avoid soiling anything else, Trish took her first shower as a guy. She thought that she'd have to be careful of her new parts and protect them from the spray, but she quickly discovered that she could turn the shower spray up to full force and no special care was needed. Soaping up, she took the opportunity to further fondle her new parts, finding that while the shower spray was not a problem, one should never never never give a hard squeeze to those balls!
Padding absolutely naked through the house as she went to find some of her brother's clothes, Trish was struck by how powerful and confident she felt. Instead of feeling exposed like she normally would without clothing, she felt unencumbered. "Oh James, we're both going to have some experiences to remember tonight," she said aloud to herself.
