I’d often daydreamed what it would be like to wake up after gender reassignment surgery, imagining my joy in seeing myself as I was intended to be.

That elation couldn’t compare to it actually happening, no anesthesia or scalpels or sutures or recovery time involved.

As it turns out, in generalized terms, elf women’s nethers looked the same as humans’.

And they were magnificent.

Covered in coppery wisps of hair, my vulva mounded in a perfect split oval. It was flanked by basins formed by where my thigh tendons intersected with my groin.

Hesitantly, I parted my labia to reveal pink inner folds. The trace of my finger along one glistening side sent shivers of excitement coursing through me.

I glided upwards to where the folds met, to where the knot of nerves peeked out from beneath its hood. Teasing back the skin revealed my new girldick firm and swollen in its full glory.

With a sweep of my fingertip, I gathered moisture from below, then hazarded a brush across the center of feminine pleasure. A shudder coursed up my spine, and I had to bury a squeal lest I wake Makayla.

Breath hitching, I looked over my shoulder to find her sleeping.

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Grinding against her leg had felt amazing, but it didn’t compare with direct stimulation.

I returned my attention back to the task at hand, sucking on my lower lip as if that would drown out any involuntary gasps from escaping. I experimented with clockwise strokes, the hot, slippery friction sending my belly tightening and loosening.

With my muscles turning to jelly, I eased my back down to the floor. The cool surface did little to temper the heat growing in me. Unable to see between my legs in the mirror from this angle, I squirmed around to present my side profile.

My nipples stood taut, and I remembered how sensitive one had felt when Makayla’s had brushed it. With my free hand I cupped a breast and swirled a finger over the nipple. The jolt of pleasure sent my neck arching back, and I had to bury my primal scream lest I wake her.

Introducing lateral and vertical motions across my clit, and alternating between fast and slow, set off a fireworks show in the nerves and muscles in my pelvic floor. I whimpered, lest I scream out.

Heat and dampness swelled inside of me, but I ignored it. More fascinating was the tinging in my belly, below my navel. It felt similar to when I’d summoned light with magic.

The revelation evaporated as another spasm rippling up my spine sent my back arching. My body ached to feel filled.

I slid my fingertip between the folds of skin, down to my opening.

Not mine. Alyna’s.

It was so hot and wet, and I was so close to climax. Penetration would surely take me over the brink, and oh did I want to experience that.

Still, it seemed like a violation.

Or was it?

At least for the moment, her fingers were mine. Her body was mine. And for all I knew, I might be stuck in this body forever. If I kept thinking like this, I might spend the rest of my life unable to completely and fully enjoy a form that I was meant to be in.

Not to mention that here I was, second guessing the morality of it all, when I’d already touched places that would’ve required consent.

How hypocritical…

No.

This was my body now. I consented to this. I was doing this.

I lowered my hand, bringing my finger right to the opening and started to—