The Curse
You suddenly realize how wrong the situation is. You pull away, wipe your mouth and glare at the other girl. She, however, stares at you in disbelief, convinced that you were just as eager to have some 'fun' as she was. You scramble to you feet and swiftly head for the door. She quickly gets up and tries to explain herself.
"Listen, I-I..Well, I thought..I'm sorry..and I respect your decision." She then turns away and puts on her shirt. "Just don't turn right. Trust me." She then continues to do her own thing.
Before leaving, you turn you attention to your 'new' body. You ogle your breasts and run your hand over them. Then you gaze even further down and focus on your vagina. You cringe as you begin to prod and poke it. You close you eyes tight and brace yourself for your next act.
Slipping your finger into the narrow slit, you moan slightly. You begin to explore more and more. You can feel the movement inside of you and it feels so good. You hear a noise coming from the room you should have left a while ago. Realizing you are not alone, you pull it out hastily. panicking you wipe the thick, liquid from your clit. You poke your nose around the corner to see if Lizzie has discovered your antics to find an amused teen sitting, facing you, with her arms folded and a smirk slowly creeping across her face. You gasp and the embarrassment you're feeling shows itself on your face, as you turn a cute shade of pink. You do only what anyone else would do in such an awkward moment and hastily exit the room to find yourself on a long corridor leading two ways. As you are leaving, you feel incredibly guilty for what you just did, but you found great pleasure in your first fingering. Now, left or right?
"Listen, I-I..Well, I thought..I'm sorry..and I respect your decision." She then turns away and puts on her shirt. "Just don't turn right. Trust me." She then continues to do her own thing.
Before leaving, you turn you attention to your 'new' body. You ogle your breasts and run your hand over them. Then you gaze even further down and focus on your vagina. You cringe as you begin to prod and poke it. You close you eyes tight and brace yourself for your next act.
Slipping your finger into the narrow slit, you moan slightly. You begin to explore more and more. You can feel the movement inside of you and it feels so good. You hear a noise coming from the room you should have left a while ago. Realizing you are not alone, you pull it out hastily. panicking you wipe the thick, liquid from your clit. You poke your nose around the corner to see if Lizzie has discovered your antics to find an amused teen sitting, facing you, with her arms folded and a smirk slowly creeping across her face. You gasp and the embarrassment you're feeling shows itself on your face, as you turn a cute shade of pink. You do only what anyone else would do in such an awkward moment and hastily exit the room to find yourself on a long corridor leading two ways. As you are leaving, you feel incredibly guilty for what you just did, but you found great pleasure in your first fingering. Now, left or right?