As I sat there, I thought about what Ginger said. No, not about the period thing. That was something I would have to think about later. My mind was focused on the fact that the pain would get worse as time went on. That it would refuse to go away unless I found someone to sate the thirst my body seemed to have for someone else. Of course, that was NOT going to happen.

Of course, there was the little nugget she implied. The fact that one could deal with this on their own. The only problem was that I would have to be willing to explore my body. Something that I had refused to do lest I find that I liked the feeling.

An idea flit through my head. I could always return to my apartment. Truthfully, I doubted it would help. Hell, if I returned to Earth I would be without a nice warm bath.

As if my body could tell that I was debating what to do, the muscles in my abdomen rolled. My hand instinctively reached for my belly. Just before it reached there, the edge of my thumb brushed against my breast. My breath caught as a shiver raced down my spine and vanished into the pulsing heat.

Let me preface this with the fact that I had some experience with women – though they were one-night stands with a friend. Okay, so I didn’t have much experience. Still, this one brush of my thumb against my sensitive flesh had produced nearly as much of a reaction from my body as I had had during each experience. But was it because I hadn't been expecting it or was I just that horny.

Wait, or was it because nothing had ever touched this body in this way? And yes, by this body I mean my new female body. As I said a moment ago, I wasn’t a virgin or anything. Anyway, maybe the nerves were just sensitive because they had never been desensitized by use and the exploration of a teen riddled with hormones.

Then again, did it matter why? It wouldn’t change what my body craved. As such, I decided to give in, just a little, just enough to get a taste.

Slowly, my hand slid up my belly and to my chest. Small sparks fizzed where my hand brushed along my flesh. As it reached the center of my breast, I stopped and gently closed my fingers around the edges.

In my head, I imagined I was touching one of my past flings as I lightly squeezed. A small wave of pleasure traveled down my spine, it was nothing compared to what my thumb had generated, which made no goddamned sense. Every time I did this to a girl she cried out in pleasure so why didn’t the same happen here – well, unless they were faking it?

The very idea that they had been faking it sickened me. If I had been doing something wrong then they should have said something. While I loosened my grip, I didn’t release my hold. Instead, I lightly brushed my thumb over the surface and found that it felt nearly as good as squeezing.

While I had been paying attention to my hand and the feelings it generated, I didn’t realize my other hand had wandered south until something flitted across the skin of my inner thigh. My mind froze as I tried to work through the feelings the brush generated. It wasn’t pleasure per se, instead the touch seemed to add fuel to the inferno growing in my center.

Mentally, I realized that this was the moment that everything would change. This decision would make or break me. I either needed to give up on my mental cockblocking, if one could call it that, or I needed to stop here and now.

With a wave of pain, my body let me know what its opinion was. It was one that I had a feeling I stood no chance against. Not when combined with the hormones and some torture.

And so, with a sigh that was a mix of resignation and excitement, my hand moved toward my folds. While my middle finger didn’t touch flesh, my other fingers brushed along the inside of both of my thighs. As if my body could tell what I was doing, every nerve in the area sent out a light ripple that caused my muscles to quiver as it traveled up my spine.

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The ripple bounced off the back of my head and raced back down. It reached my core just in time to meet my middle finger as it brushed against my folds. My finger didn’t enter me, not yet. Instead, it explored the outside. Pushing lightly against my sensitive flesh.

Given how my body seemed to explode within the first few brushes, I knew I was overly sensitive. I mean, who came from the simple act of being touched lightly? Me, apparently. Still, my body craved more. Hell, I craved more.

Ever so slowly, I teased my middle finger past the edges of my folds and into the hole that they covered. Shudders ran through my body as I found yet more sensitive flesh. Sure, I could go searching for my g-spot or the little nub that was my clit, but with how sensitive my body was I didn’t think I would survive the feelings it would generate. Not when each movement of my finger caused my opening to clench down on the digit, both restricting its movements and increasing the amount of surface in contact with it.

My breaths grew more erratic as the shudders continued, I pushed deeper until I could no longer go any deeper. With a ragged intake of breath, I slowly pulled out until just the tip remained inside. The lack of my finger was apparent and my body tried to rebel. I had to consciously work to keep my hips from following, from shoving the finger back inside.

But, it didn’t fight for long. Not when I teased my skin with the other fingers, not when my other hand resumed caressing my breast. Then one of my fingers stumbled upon the little nub hidden inside my folds.

My body exploded. Everything before now had been a prelude to this as my mind went blank, the world around me turning white as pleasure rocked my body. Sure, I had come many times before but never like this, never with such strong aftershocks. Aftershocks that put everything that came before today to shame.

Water flooding into my mouth, ears, and nose broke me out of my pleasure-induced lethargy as my body slid off the seat. The muscles in my legs felt like rubber as I scrambled to get at least my head above the water.

As I sat there, panting, I found myself wondering why I had ever thought that holding back was a good idea. Then again, maybe the fact that it craved to be touched, to be caressed again was reason enough.

But I couldn’t stay in the bath, not given that the water had already cooled down quite a bit. It wasn’t like I needed the heat now, or at least not anymore. So, with a reluctant sigh and wobbly limbs, I crawled out of the bathtub.

A minute of scrambling across the slick tiled surface later, I flopped onto the soft mattress. My body warred with itself. The need to sleep fought against the desire – no, the need – to touch myself. While I wanted to blame the need on my heat, I wasn’t so sure. Then again, did I really care?

So, with half-lidded eyes, I reached a hand down. This time, though, an unbidden image of Xander came to mind as worked myself up. What I knew of the guy told me that he would be one of those guys who would take things slow, that he would care more for how he could make me feel rather than how I could make him feel. A soft thumping sound was interspersed with moans as my tail flopped around.

The wave of pleasure built even faster this time. The loud thud of my tail smacking itself against the bed was accompanied by the crashing waves of pleasure that rocketed around my body. My moans turned into cries that echoed around the room as my world exploded. Slowly, the ripples subsided, taking with them most of the heat and leaving me blissfully spent. Grateful for the relief, I didn’t so much as move from the spot. It didn’t help that I was too tired to even look away from the spot on the ceiling that my eyes were locked upon.

Tears pricked at the edges of my vision as I realized that I had been right. There was no way I could give this up. If I did then I would know what I was missing. That there was something better and I had given it up, all for a body that had caused me so many issues growing up.

Of course, that didn’t mean I would have sex. Fuck that. Well, okay, if the right guy asked, maybe. But only if we did so with protection. I was not risking pregnancy. It sounded downright painful and not worth it. Wait, could I get pregnant? I knew I had the ability but if I died and came back, what would happen to the baby?

With a shake of my head, I threw each and every thought of sex and pregnancy from my head. Choosing instead to distract myself with the pleasures of the flesh, my flesh. So what if my mind generated images of two very different people doing things to me? It wasn’t like I would ever tell them what I wanted or anything. Such thoughts and scenes were for me and my body alone.