Joan still couldn't believe her awful luck. She was currently stuck as an attractive sixteen year old girl until she could get her hands back on the wishing stone, a problem in and of itself since Nicole has forggoten that Joan was the original owner of the stone AND THAT SHE USED TO BE A HE.
"The moment I get that stone back I am locking it up in my room for good," thought Joan. "If I had just left it home today I would still have my dick and balls instead of a snatch and tits."
Joan looked around at the other girls disrobing around her. She was still attracted to females despite her current condition and seeing all of the curvaceous backsides and bare breasts greatly aroused her. She felt a tingle in her groin instead of the full blown erection that she was used to which cut down on her fun greatly since it reminded her that the girls in the locker room would rather discuss make-up tips with her than get in bed with her.
"Oh well. I guess I better hit the showers." Joan removed her sneakers and threw them to the side. The rest of her clothes followed until she was left wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She reached behind her and unclasped the sports bra that she was wearing, revealing her bare breasts to the rest of the room. Joan looked around slightly embarassed to see if any of the other girls were eyeing her. Of course, none of the other girls batted an eye over Joan's toplessness since they had a pair of their own. Seeing that no one else cared Joan focused her gaze back on to the globular appendages hanging off her chest. Even though her breasts were a c-cup she felt like she was lugging around a pair of double D's like some teenage Pamela Anderson. Joan realized that she was staring intently at her tits (probably looking silly in the process) and that she really needed to finish undressing. She tossed the bra into her pile of gym clothes and her panties soon followed. Joan felt no compulsion to look at or explore the alien genitals between her legs, at least not yet, so she kept her face forward, walked towards the towel rack, and picked up a towel in preparation for her shower.
Joan calmly walked into the last shower stall in the room where she placed her towel on a rack above her head. She turned the knobs on both the hot on cold water until she regulated it's temperature to her liking. She stepped into the stream of water droplets and started to lather herself up with the small bar of soap. She rubbed her soapy hands over her body, which felt much more sensitive than her male one, much to her arousal.
Joan lathered up her breasts sending shockwaves through her body. She removed her hands from the sensitive mounds to let the sensations subside, but for some reason they grew instead. Joan closed her eyesand let out a low moan as the pleasure from her chest mysteriously multiplied greatly. She didn't know what was stimulating her tits now that she had removed her hands from them.
"My, you are a dirty girl," said a husky voice from behind Joan. She opened her eyes and looked down to see two male hands kneading her breast's like they were two pieces of dough. Surprised, Joan tried to slip out of the hands grasp so she could either confront or escape from their owner, but she was firmly held in place by them.
"Easy now," said the voice from behind her, "I'm not here to hurt you. In fact, I am here to help you. You see, I am a gift from your friend Nicole to make up for yelling at you a few minutes ago. She created me with the magic stone to assist you in your cleaning duties and to, how should I put this, facilitate your feminine needs. She wishes for me to tell you not to worry about me and you being seen by the other girls and that we can take as much time as we need until I have successfully cleaned you and performed the other jobs that she has assigned for me to do. She wishes for me to also tell you that she has taken care of everything and for you to simply sit back and relax as you come clean."
Joan resisted, but the hands continued to slowly knead her breasts. Each finger seemed to know the right nerve to hit in order to send a wave of pleasure through her body. Joan stopped resisting as her body relaxed and went loose as if she was offering herself to the figure behind her.
"It feels too good. Dammit Nicole, why did you do this? I'm not supposed to be like this. This isn't how my first time is supposed to be."
Joan felt something warm and hard brush up against her butt cheek for a brief moment. Joan immediately knew what it was, she knew that the figure behind her was ready and by the wartmth emanating from her vagina, she knew that she was ready as well.
