“I will not console you,” he said. - This is a reality, and it must be accepted, Jack. Yes, and there is nothing to console, to be honest. This is your new reality - a very bad reality, and not at all some trouble or catastrophe. In my opinion, you have become much better than you were, Jack.

Maybe Mr. Jenkins was a wizard, but I immediately stopped crying. That seemed to be turned off, and that's it.

***

Then I began to make various silly discoveries.

First, I asked:

- So, now I can have children?

“Most likely, yes,” Mr. Jenkins nodded. - We have not done all the tests, but I think that the reproductive system has fully recovered. You already had periods. Still need to check something ...

The devil, well, things. Monthly? ... But the second discovery distracted me.

Because at last I realized THIS. I understood THAT for real.

I realized that I now have them.

Boobs.

And exactly the ones I wanted to touch. Large, slightly hanging, beautifully shaped like seals of the muzzle.

For five minutes I, like an idiot, studied them in front of a mirror. Touching them was strange - both pleasant and unpleasant. Mr. Jenkins stood by and looked at me intently.

And here (I remember it well) three thoughts flashed at once. So here - at the same time, a bunch.

The first is “I want him to do this.”

To touch me for tits. For my tits.

The second - “I'm naked in front of him”. I somehow forgot that when they look at you, naked, it should be a shame.

And as soon as I remembered it ... no, it was not a shame. But I suddenly felt that I was naked, I didn’t understand with my mind, but I felt with every bit of my girlish skin, I felt that my bare shameful boobs were sticking out and that I had no panties, and Mr. Jenkins sees everything ...

And this feeling ... I do not know how to describe it, but it was so strong that I suddenly turned to Mr. Jenkins, looked into his eyes and got into it like a fly, feeling that I could not tear myself away and melt into his hot look ...

It was something incomprehensible. I felt goosebumps on the skin, and I felt that my boobs were sparkling like wires, and I wildly wanted to be taken and crushed, milked me like a cow ... And my body felt sweet, like before a faint. I wanted something shameful, indecent, and I looked away and began to study in front of the mirror what was between my legs now.

A crevice with some kind of folds, purple and for some reason sticky ... It was very pleasant to touch them, so tasty and a little bit sour, as if scratching where it itches. That's just ...

“I have to pee,” I said.

And as I have not noticed before! Now it seemed to me that another second - and I burst.

“There's a toilet there,” Mr. Jenkins said in a strange, hoarse voice, and pointed to a door around the corner.

I went in there, stood over the toilet ...

Devil! How to do it now? ..

Probably, Mr. Jenkins heard my curses, because he came to me and saw me in a puddle, with wet feet.

“Jack,” he said. - You're a girl now. Sit on the toilet.

I sat down, howling with humiliation. Mr. Jenkins spread my legs, and I lowered two more liters, and he watched how it flows out of me, from this damn gap, and I also looked there ...

“Nothing,” he said. - Here is a shower. I'll tell the cleaning lady she will clean.

“Just don’t say why,” I asked.

- Do not worry, I will not say. But if you think that this will be a shock for her - you are mistaken. She had to see and clean up this ...

I got into the shower, and Mr. Jenkins was washing my feet, as if I was small and could not cope. I didn't mind because ... I wanted this. I wanted him to touch and feel me. It was a shame to squeal, and I became very gloomy.

“Let's slowly learn to be a girl,” said Mr. Jenkins, and began to do what I wanted most of all — he crawled between my legs. - It is necessary to pull it up like this and gently wash it ... Try it.

I tried, and it was unbearably pleasant, I even wanted to cry ...I did not know that pleasure could be as acute as pain. He wanted so badly that he did it, not me. But I could not tell him ...

“How are we going to call you now, Jack?” - he asked. - After all, you are no longer Jack.

“Hahahaha,” I laughed. Nerves passed. - Allie, Annie or Dorothy? Or, say, Isabella?

- Well, why? After all, there is such a female name - Jackie, - said Mr. Jenkins. - Almost the same. Only abbreviated from Jacklyn, not from Jacob ... Well, do you agree, Jackie?

“Okay,” I grunted. - Let it be Jackie.

Why? Quite good. And do not be someone completely, very different.

I even cheered up.

“When do you have lunch there?” And then in my ears ring.

- Now we organize. Wipe down, and I'll call my sister.

He went out. And I really rang in my ears. Only not from hunger ...

***

That day I did not sour from the mirror.

Firstly, it was terribly interesting. I am ashamed to admit, but I really liked what I saw there. Even breathtaking. This curly hair cascade in which she, as in a raincoat, and boobs-seals, looking out of them, and a thin tummy, and physiognomy ...

SHE is Jackie. I still could not accept that she was me, but she was wildly pretty, which is already there, and I already thought that being a girl is not so bad at all. Perhaps, earlier I would dream to find myself in the body of such a creature. It began to seem to me that I was no longer an ordinary person, but made of some special dough. I even thought at first that I had time to make up, and only then I realized that now I have such long thick eyelashes and red lips. And the skin on my face was not simple, but like matte porcelain or petals of all sorts of flowers - orchids and so on.

To look at naked Jackie was dumb, even in his chest was cold. I realized that I was still looking at her like Jack, like a boy, and I was worried as if I had met her live. Rather, not so, but much stronger, because now I was her. ALL THIS was mine now.

And secondly, I was sticking out of the mirror because Mr. Jenkins was watching me all the time. And I liked it.

I wildly liked that he sees HER (that is me) naked. I even noticed that my body was somehow especially bending in front of him, bulging tits and vagina (there Mr. Jenkins called this gap). I wanted something wildly, but I didn’t know anything myself, but I wanted everything stronger, and I started to slide off the coils.

Then I sat on my cot, opened my legs and began to study myself there. First, I was really interested. And secondly...

Mr. Jenkins approached me and sat down beside me. Ahhhh! I almost died from excitement ...

“These are big labia,” he said, and touched my vagina. - And these are small ...

The devil, how nice it was! I even bit my lips so as not to scream. I wanted him to touch TAM, deeper, in the very middle ...

- And this is the entrance to the vagina. There will enter the male member when you have sex. Now it is clogged, because you are still a virgin.

- Sex? - I asked hoarsely.

- Yes. Do you know what it is?

I knew that sex was what that couple did from the TV set, and that it was somehow related to the birth of children.

“Of course,” I said.

- Well, that's nice. And this is the urethra - from here you write. And this ... this is the clitoris.

I did not breathe: Mr. Jenkins touched me in the very heart, sneaking up to the sweetest and most itchy - and ...

- Ahhhh! - I could not resist: my lips opened themselves, and I groaned like a dying man.

- Nicely? - asked Mr. Jenkins, continuing to touch THERE.

It was not the right word, and I nodded, because I could not speak. And Mr. Jenkins ... he knew how I felt! He even began to put some pressure on this clitoris, or whatever he was there, and from his finger discharges of colored current crawled into me and penetrated the whole body, giving it to the boobs ...

- Do you want me to teach you to masturbate? Put your finger here ...

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