Karen, the Lesbian

(Part 19, #Olivia)

I looked at Corey, er, Charlotte… sitting next to me. She was finishing up her dinner and she was just so splendidly happy. Just a few moments ago she really was just Corey, stuck in a woman’s body, but now she is a complete woman, and believes she has been one her whole life. It was a little creepy, but I had to admit that I didn’t miss the old Corey very much.

Olivia sat across from me, looking at me as she ate as well. I tried to avoid eye contact too much. I ran through scenarios in my brain on how best to get the book from her without causing a scene. Was there a way? How could I do it without Corey’s help now?

Olivia spoke after some silence. “Us girls should do something together! I’d like to get to know you a little better, Karen.”

Charlotte chimed in, “Oh yes! We MUST go shopping together. It’ll be such fun!”

I nearly choked on a meatball, but smiled and nodded. “Of course. It’s the weekend, so tomorrow sounds great.”

After dinner, I prepared my goodbyes, but Charlotte was also up and ready to leave. “Are you ready to go home, baby?” She winked at me.

Oh. She was… she was still attracted to me. I mean, not that I’m complaining. She’s not a man anymore, and she *is* super cute. She’s basically my dream girl. I just feel bad…

“Y-yes.” I stammered. We made our way home.

Once inside, Charlotte threw her dainty hands around my neck and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but it felt so nice to be kissed by a “real” girl again. It took my mind off the fact that I’m also a man stuck inside a girl’s body. Our tongues caressed together in the hallway, my hands working their way down her shapely body.

I tucked my hands into her pants and gripped her ass as she moaned a little. I knew how to make a girl happy. I felt around her sensitive zone and searched for her vagina. Her lovely… lovely…

She moaned. I found it.

I led her to the couch and she started to remove her top. She removed mine, exposing my breasts to her for the first time. We were beautiful. She laid me back, crawled down towards my dick, but then, I was quickly reminded…

“Oh! Ohhhhhhh, oh god. Mm!” I bit my lip as she dug her face into my… my… pussy. It was wet, and my insides burst with pleasure. I moaned softly.

I no longer had a dick, I reminded myself. Neither did she, not that she even remembers having one. My chest heaved as she feasted delighted on my folds, me panting and sweating and taking in the thrill of the experience.

I was a lesbian.


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