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I never expected my life to change so drastically after my second puberty. One day, I was a towering six-foot guy, solid at 170 pounds, with an impressive eight inches to boast about. I had never even seen a pussy. My days were filled with the routine of a man-quick, mechanical, and straightforward. I'd stand in front of the mirror, my large hands gripping myself, thrusting in a rhythm that felt powerful but ultimately hollow. I'd grunt and sigh, feeling the tension release in a matter of minutes, nothing more than a brief escape. But then, everything changed. My body began to change in ways I couldn't have imagined. My muscles softened, new curves emerged, my cock shrank away, eventually leaving behind a tiny clit, an unfamiliar moistness and a new desire. I was thrust into a world that felt alien yet exhilarating. I was now petite, my frame delicate and undeniably feminine. The first time I caught a glimpse of my reflection, I barely recognized myself. Masturbation transformed from a quick fix into an intimate ritual. I'd lie back on my soft sheets, exploring every inch of my new body with newfound curiosity. My smaller hands glided over my creamy skin, discovering sensations I had never felt before. I'd moan softly, "Ahh... yes..." as pleasure built slowly, teasingly. Each touch was electric, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. The giggles would escape me unexpectedly, "Wow, this is... incredible." In the throes of passion, I found myself embracing this new identity fully. What once felt like a mere release now became a celebration of femininity, a deep connection to my body that I had never known. I would arch my back, grinding against my pillows, surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through my delicate body, reveling in a rhythm that was all my own. Trembling as I reached climax. My moist slit squirting shamelessly all over my bed sheets. It was so different from tugging on a cock, and definitely much better. It was a transformation not just of body, but of mind, my thoughts had gone from women to men. It was only a matter of time until I tried something bigger than my fingers.
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