They were making out on her couch. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, he saw this as an opportunity to kiss her neck. She began to breathe heavily and ...rind into him. He began to squeeze her right breast as he kissed her deep and she returned his kiss with a muffled moan. She began to rub the hardon in his shorts, and he reached into the waistband of her shorts, using his middle finger to probe for her slit and opening. He was delighted to feel that she had a thong on, brushed his finger against. .we both perked up and she pulled into a side street.I looked at her wondering what was going on...I was soooo close FUCK.She looked at me and said she couldn’t drive. She lifted her ass a bit and pulled down her pants, showing me her panties....amazing...and spit on that hand and placed it back on my cock as well and shoved the other hand into her panties and as soon as I can tell she found her spot, she moved her hand on my thigh...probably because she knew I would cum so quick. I went to go. During the seven hours I was at the salon they gave me positive verbal reinforcement on my appearance as if I was already a female which combined with the drug in the mineral water set a pattern of acceptance in my mind. By the time the transformation was complete there was very little resistance left in me. I pretty much accepted my new self.When we left the salon Amber handed me a purse and told me that everything I needed was in there. She told me that all of my credit cards, bank accounts,. “And Abby,” he says, causing her to pause with her hand on the door. “Don’t masturbate.” She tries not to smile merely out of frustration. She can feel the wetness between her legs as she exits, blushing at all the grins from men twice her age, unaware of what just happened in their boss’s office.Once Abby’s home, she debates defying her dad’s orders, curious if she can get away with it. After that fucking, she is desperate for release. Ultimately though, she decides against it. Her orgasms are.