CHAPTER 23
Joe awakened the next morning to find himself naked, wrapped
up in satin sheets, and Monica gone. He drew a hot bath. Relaxing
in it, he decided that the time had come to investigate the extent
of the modifications between his legs. Joe probed the outside then
spread the lips open and slowly inserted a finger, being careful
because of it's long nail. It felt like a pussy to his experienced
hands.
Joe got up, reached over and grabbed a hand mirror. Perched on
the edge of the tub he spread his legs wide, holding the mirror in
his left hand so he could observe as he explored with his right.
Joe stretched his labia open and considered the revealed cavity. It
looked exactly like a cunt to him, but what was that sensation he'd
felt, like his cock getting hard.
Exploring the interior, Joe discovered the bump of flesh which
now contained his penile nerve endings. Staring at it, he touched
it and felt his body respond. The reality of his situation slowly
dawned on Joe; there would be no more hard-ons for him. He had an
honest to goodness clit inside him.
With finality, and only slight consternation, Joe accepted the
results of his self-conducted examination; he was unequivocally a
female down there where it counted. It now became imperative that
he preserve the remaining fragments of the real Joe Watson, even if
they existed only in his mind.
Not knowing what to do next, Joe dried himself, wrapped a robe
around his body, and sat on the chaise lounge leafing through
magazines. He was interrupted by the appearance of a grand-motherly
matron. "Good morning. You must be Joseph. I am Mrs. Maxwell and I
understand that we have our work cut out for us."
