Not long after that, Craig woke and got out of bed to use the bathroom. While he sat on the stool, he thought about how effortless it was to pee in this body. It wasn't as messy as it felt, actually. The motions he used to reach and wipe between damp labia were now second nature.
When he left the bathroom, he stopped to just take in the sight of his old body lying in bed with Sherry Masters. He felt that happy ball of heat fire up in his belly. True, both bodies were clothed in pajamas, but it was still cool to see what it would have looked like if he was still in his old body and had scored with a girl.
It suddenly occurred to him that now, under the circumstances, it was possible that his old body could score with a girl. Sherry had already expressed her curiosity about further exploration, though nothing so firm as "plans" had been made. Their conversation, the night before, had been intimate on a level he'd never experienced before, with anybody, and he felt like he could suggest things now that he would never have dared to in the past.
He was male inside that female body, and he still wanted to see Sherry naked.
To that end, he jumped on the bed with his knees and yelled that it was time to get up and take showers. He added that, after showers were taken, they could have breakfast.
The girls woke up slowly, stretching.
"Girls can take a shower together," he suggested, meaning himself and Sherry. He reached for her hand and pulled, trying to get her out of the bed and into the bathroom before she woke up completely.
"You're not a girl," said Sherry, dashing his hopes.
It only got worse, because his idea was adopted by Sherry, but not in the way Craig had intended. That's because she now thought of Craig/Carly as a girl. She was just a girl that had male parts.
"Come on," she said, pulling at Carly's male hand. "I'll wash you and you can wash me."
So all Craig got to do was watch through the textured glass in the shower door as two nude forms did things he couldn't see clearly, but could imagine in brilliant detail. He was surprised, initially, to find his hand between his legs, his fingers rubbing this way and that, as he wished the shower was big enough for three. It was obvious it wasn't, because the two naked bodies in there filled it completely.
And those bodies were pressed against each other most of the time.
*****
"That was fantastic," panted Sherry, who stepped out of the shower and finally completed Craig's fantasy of seeing her naked body. It was dripping as she looked around for a towel. Her eyes fell on the former body of her best friend and there was a momentary disconnect as she watched that body, with one hand inside the pajama bottoms clothing it, masturbating frantically. That image was something she'd seen many times in the past, so it didn't shock her.
Until she realized who it was she was actually looking at.
"Craig!" she blurted, suddenly aware she was naked.
"I can't help it," he groaned, rubbing furiously. "I'm so horny."
"Of course," she said, as Craig/Carly stepped out of the shower behind her.
"What's going on?" Carly asked. "Who are you talking to?"
"Craig," said Sherry, who was thinking about the complicated fact that she had slept with a boy last night, but not in the traditional sense of the concept. Or was it?
"Craig?" Carly looked around her friend and saw her old body. The pajama bottoms on that body bulged at the crotch as what used to be her hand worked busily in what had been her vaginal area, and she found herself fascinated as she observed what it looked like to see what she still perceived as her body doing something she vividly remembered doing.
"He's horny," said Sherry, who was horny herself. All they'd done in the shower was rub soapy hands all over each other's bodies, and it had fired them both up.
"He's always horny," said Carly, who reached to squeeze her rigid penis. It felt incredibly good to do that.
"But now he can't do anything about it," said Sherry. "Not like you can, I mean. Not as easily."
"Yeah," sighed Carly, jacking slowly on her erection.
"We need to help him," said Sherry.
"Okay," said Carly, agreeably.
Sherry's natural thought processes led her to assume that Carly would not want to be as intimate with her brother as someone needed to be with him. Or at least that it was preferred that Sherry take the lead in this situation. She was already wet, and the shower water was nice and warm. She'd never taken a shower with anyone before, like she just had with Craig/Carly, and that had been fun in a way that suggested a better word than "fun" was needed.
So she went to the body of her best friend and started taking the pajamas off of it.
Craig didn't understand, of course, but to be honest he was so distracted by Sherry's naked, damp body, that he didn't really care what was going on. She wasn't yelling at him for looking at her, and that was really all that was important at the moment.
When he did figure out what she had in mind, he was all too eager to get into that shower stall, behind that milky glass, so he could live out what he had imagined they were doing in there so short a time before.
And he did. It was insane. His female body seemed to swell up with something deep inside that wanted to get out, even if it had to rip a hole in his body to do so. As Sherry's hands smoothed all over his body, he became almost paralyzed with the joy of it. As she pressed her breasts to his, and murmured that everything would be all right, the sudden urge to kiss her overwhelmed him and his paralysis broke.
He was astonished that, when he pressed his lips to hers, the response was one of avid interest, rather than rejection. That feeling inside him swelled even more as Sherry made it clear she invited this kiss, and returned it enthusiastically. When her tongue probed, his reciprocated, and he groaned with the need to cum.
They broke the wet kiss and he panted, "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it."
"I'll help you, baby," said Sherry, reaching to turn off the water.
Then she dropped to her knees and pushed her face into the little triangle where Craig's legs met his upper torso. His body responded before his brain could, and he lifted one leg to give her more room.
About the time his brain caught up with events, Sherry had begun to do what she knew would bring this body to a bone crunching orgasm. She'd done it to this body before, though not in this setting, and she was convinced she could get him to where he needed to be.
She did. It was a good thing both parents were gone to work, because anyone in the house would have heard the wail of completion as Sherry sucked avidly on the extended clit of the body of her best friend.
What was odd, given the perspective of things, is that while she did it, Sherry thought of that clit as a little penis ... Craig's little penis.
*****
Craig was lying on the bed, arms out flung, still wet. That's not odd. Evolution's purpose for the female orgasm is to encourage her to lie prone after sex, allowing the semen in her vagina to wiggle through the mucus plug in the mouth of the womb, and then on to find an egg, instead of draining out of her body, as would happen if she stood up and just walked away.
But it was the first time this particular female had felt that exhausting urge to lie down and not move for an hour. Rather, it was the first time Craig had felt that urge.
It was also the first time he realized that, just as doing different things to his new genitals felt different, there were different kinds of orgasms, too. For the male, an orgasm is pretty much the same, every time he has one. He does the same thing to make it happen, and when it does, it feels just like it did the last time it happened.
Don't get me wrong, men aren't complaining. But maybe that's because they don't know what they're missing.
Women, on the other hand, can have half a dozen different kind of orgasms. It's the same concept as the Chinese language having so many different words for the concept of "snow." They have a different word for dry snow, and for snow with big flakes, and for driving snow and so on. Maybe Chinese women
have lots of different words for "orgasm." I don't know. We don't. Not in English.
But we should. At least that's what Craig might have thought, had he been more philosophical in his thinking.
But he wasn't. He just lay there, amazed that this orgasm had been so much more powerful than the kinds he'd had before this, in his short life as a girl.
Sherry and Carly were amused, as they glanced at him while they got dressed. Carly's female psyche was finally becoming able to adapt to her male sexual equipment. She'd gotten ragingly hard in the shower, as she rubbed up against her best friend's naked body. They'd never taken a shower together as "girls," and it had been another of those astonishingly fun things to discover. But she'd decided not to stroke a load out of her rigid penis. Rather, as women sometimes do, she wanted to delay that gratification. It wasn't that she made plans on when to masturbate. She just assumed that the time would be right, later, to engage in that satisfaction.
Sherry was on much the same wave length. Sucking what she was now able to think of as "Craig's" clit had been almost like the very first time she'd ever put her lips on that clitoris. And now, somehow, Craig was part of the cadre that, before this, he would never have been incorporated into.
Basically, Craig was now one of the girls. At least as far as Sherry was concerned.
It was a little adjustment to the situation Sherry found herself in. It was a little adjustment, for that matter, to the situation the twins had been forced into.
But it resulted in major differences in the relationship the three of them eventually had.
For one thing, Craig now knew that his sister and her best friend had been - and were comfortable being - incredibly more intimate than he'd ever even dreamed about.
*****
All three teens were now clothed, and sitting at the breakfast table. There was little talk as hungry bodies spooned cereal into mouths. Finally, Craig was able to say something about what had happened.
"That was intense," he said. "I can't believe you did that."
"We've ... um ... kind of done that before," said Sherry, somewhat needlessly, and only mildly embarrassed to admit it.
"I've never felt anything like that," said Craig.
"Well , duh," said his sister. She sounded confident, but in reality, she was more embarrassed about him finding out than Sherry was.
"It was ... amazing," he said, unable to elucidate on what he was feeling.
"We're ... very good friends," said Sherry.
"I guess so," he sighed. "I hope we can keep on being very good friends."
Sherry stared at him.
"You're Craig," she said, with an odd tone in her voice.
"I know," he said, unnecessarily.
"I can't believe I did that with a boy," said Sherry. "Except you're not a boy any more. Except you are."
"Now you know how I feel," said Craig.
"How we feel," said Carly.
"It was so hot, seeing you two in the shower," said Craig.
"That was crazy," said Sherry, eager to talk about something other than what she'd done to Carly/Craig. "Not only have I never been in the shower with another person, but you had a boner and everything," she said, looking at Craig/Carly.
"I have another one right now," sighed Carly.
"Really?"
"I got it when you two were talking about what you did in the shower."
"That's because she was doing something she used to do to you, and you liked it," said Craig.
"It's annoying," said Carly. "It's like it gets hard at the drop of a hat and I can't control it."
"You're right," said Craig. "You can't control it. All you can do is shift it around so it isn't so obvious."
"Or do something to make it get soft," said Sherry. "Which, by the way, is another awesome part of this whole thing. One minute it can be hard and long, and the next minute it's just a little puddle of skin."
"I can't just stop everything and masturbate five or six times a day," complained Carly.
"Sure you can," said Craig. "I've done it lots of times. You just have to find a way to get some privacy and take care of things."
"I could try to make it soft now," suggested Sherry.
"We can't spend all day having sex," moaned Carly. "We're supposed to be talking about how to be believable as who we are now!"
"We have plenty of time to do that," said Sherry.
"You just want to play with it again," accused Carly.
"So?" asked Sherry, as if that should be considered a given.
"I just feel like I've turned into some kind of slut," grumbled Carly.
"You'll get used to it," said Craig. "Really. After a while it will feel normal."
"Don't give me that," complained Carly. "Every time I see some girl I like, or some boy I think is cute, I'll get a boner. Don't tell me I'll ever feel normal again!"
"You will," said Craig, ignoring her proscription. "You worry too much. It will be fine."
"I can't think about anything except touching it when I feel like this," groused Carly.
"So let's do something about it and then you can think about something else," suggested Sherry.
"You're turning into a slut too!" accused Carly.
"I'm a virgin," said Sherry, sitting up and thrusting her chest out. "And I have no plans on changing that. A virgin can't be a slut. I'm just curious, that's all. Who wouldn't be in a situation like this?"
"Crap!" carped Carly. "Okay, let's get this over with. We have work to do!"
They repaired to Carly's old bedroom, probably because as unsettled as she was, being in her old room had a calming effect on her. She took off her jeans. Again, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She started to get on the bed, but felt odd wearing a shirt, so she took that off too. Then she crawled on the bed and lay on her back. Her erection stood at a thirty degree angle, stiff and ready for action.
"It's so beautiful," sighed Sherry, climbing on the bed on all fours.
"It's a pain in the ass," complained Carly.
"Help me this time, so I can do it all by myself," said Sherry. She reached and got a grip on the object of her desire.
"Okay," sighed Carly, who couldn't deny how good it felt to have a soft, feminine hand on her penis.
Sherry started slowly, marveling at how flexible the skin was. What was beneath felt so firm, yet the skin on the surface was able to move and stretch to what seemed like incredible lengths.
It was while she was doing this slow, casual exploration, that she again compared the clitoris she had so recently and lovingly sucked between her lips to the much larger, but interestingly similar thing in her hand. The urge to kiss the tip caused her to do so before her brain could rationally decide to do so. And the feel of the smooth, hard flesh there, against her lips, was so unique, without even a hint of a strained or disagreeable feeling, that it only seemed natural to purse her lips and nip at the tip.
Before any of them could be prepared for it, including Sherry, her head bobbed forward and her loose lips slid further onto the tip. Her hand pulled downward, perhaps by instinct, and her lips kept going until, suddenly, the knob was in her mouth.
Again, perhaps by instinct, she sucked gently, and her cheeks caved in.
"Ohhhhhh daaaaamn," groaned Carly.
"Fuck me to tears!" said Craig, softly.
"Mmmmmmm," replied Sherry, who was suddenly delighted.
"Oh, please don't ever stop doing that," groaned Carly.
"Mmmmmmm," replied Sherry, who sucked even harder.
"Ohhh owww!" yelped Carly, when the sudden unalterable pain shot through her penis.
Except it wasn't really "unalterable", because soothing semen shot through the complaining organ.
Suddenly, Sherry's mouth was full of viscous liquid. Her cheeks loosened as the instinct to pull her mouth away kicked in, but then her very quick mind realized what was happening. The power of the human brain to process information is staggering. It puts the most sophisticated computer to shame.
In less than a millisecond Sherry remembered the taste from before and decided that rather than objecting to what was happening, she welcomed it.
Her cheeks caved in again as she sucked, letting the fluid in her mouth move all around. Taste exploded and she swallowed once in pure happiness at being able to take that wonderful taste deeper into her body.
Carly thrashed on the bed and her hips lurched upwards as another autonomous part of her new body supplied another soothing shot of semen to the affected area.
Sherry was caught off guard as the penis in her mouth suddenly pushed farther into her oral cavity. She felt the tip impact the hard palate in her mouth and slide towards her uvula. Instinctively, she knew she'd gag if it went farther, and her hand, which had been loosely gripping the shaft of her new favorite thing came up to hit her lips hard enough to bruise them against her braces. She tightened her grip and held on for the ride, still sucking.
Perhaps twenty seconds later, Carly gasped, "Stop now! It's too sensitive!" and, once again, Sherry compared this beautiful, huge thing to the clitoris she also liked sucking on. That also got sensitive after an orgasm. She pulled her mouth off of the penis, which was already softening in her hand and, like she'd usually done when she sucked Carly's clit, she gave the tip of the penis one last, loving lick.
Then she swallowed again and luxuriated in the taste in her mouth.
"Sherry?" asked Craig, softly.
Sherry turned her head toward him. She had forgotten about Craig completely.
"Yeah?"
"Is there any way I could do to you what you did to me ... in the shower?"
Sherry didn't even have to think about it.
"Oh hell yes," she sighed.
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