Sarah led John to their luxurious king-sized bed and looked back at him, her eyes flashing like emeralds. “Don’t worry, Dee. I’ll be gentle, just like the doctor said.”
She kissed him on the cheek then slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing inch after inch of her toned figure. Her breasts were large and firm, her skin was smooth and soft, and her long legs were as beautiful as any runway model. Her beauty was what had snared him that fateful night at the jazz club, and even now he was powerless to resist.
Sarah’s voice was low and husky. “Get on the bed. On your back.”
He obeyed, his new pussy already wet with anticipation—an entirely new sensation. Damn those doctors did a good job, he thought.
“Dee. I’ve been thinking about this moment for years. You deserved so much more than I could offer you back when we were first together. I was selfish. But I want to make things right.” She slowly undid her bra and her breasts spilled out. “Will you let me make it up to you?”
“Yes.”
This was fucked up. John’s mind was screaming at him to run from the apartment and never come back—but his heart wouldn’t listen. Everything about her was so damn sexy. He craved her touch like oxygen.
With a sly grin, Sarah walked to the nightstand and took out a bottle of scented lube and a small dildo. He eyes sparkled as she looked at his pussy. “Your new cunt is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he murmured. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it,” she corrected, “And you will too.”
She applied a small amount of lube to her fingers and began to massage John’s new folds, moving from the outside to the inside, to his clit. He moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through his body.
“Feel good?” Her breath was hot against his skin.
He only moaned as she continued to rub his sensitive spots.
“Ready for the toy?” Sarah asked, holding up the small dildo.
John cried out, his body trembling with anticipation.
She slid the dildo into his pussy. John gasped, his pussy clenching around the object. The alien sensation was almost too much—the feeling of being filled, the softness of the dildo against the tender flesh of his inner lips—he screamed in pleasure.
“Feel good?”
He arched his back, pressing his pussy against the toy. “I...I don’t know how to describe it.”
“You’re a natural.” She smiled.  “Wait until we get to the big boy.”
He gasped. “The big…boy?”
“That’s what I call my strap-on.” She kissed him. “But that’s a few months down the road.”
John and Sarah spent the rest of the night exploring his new body. She brought out several toys, from vibrators to anal beads, and each pushed him into a new state of bliss. As the sun rose, they finally lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms.
“That was incredible,” he whispered.
She smiled. “Isn’t make up sex the best?”
But John couldn’t help but feel a little sad. His first sex as a woman had been amazing, but it was also the end of his life as he’d known it. He’d gone from a straight guy to a lesbian woman, from an IT nerd to a glamorous sexpot, all in a little more than a year.
“Hey, what’re you thinking about?” she asked, her arm draped across his chest.
He sighed. “That 2022 changed me more than I imagined possible. And now we’re in 2023 and for the first time in my life I have zero resolutions, zero goals. I’m just…here.”
Sarah nodded and kissed his forehead. “Here,” she smiled. “Forever.”