My Mistake Part 2 (Top Tier Reward Story)

Part 2 (continued from previous part where Jake is turned into a woman)

Shuffling over to Sarah’s bedroom, I tap gently on the door and peer inside.

“Sarah,” I say, as I swallow my pride, knowing I need her help. “I don’t really know what I’m doing to get ready for….erm…..work.”

As I stand at her bedroom door, draped in my now extremely baggy clothing, I must look like a little girl who’s wearing her daddy's clothing. None of my clothes fit me anymore and Sarah’s telling me I have to earn my male body back.

I have no idea what I’m doing!

“Have you at least shaved your legs?” Sarah asks, looking up from her phone as she lies on her bed.

I look down at my jeans that are dragging on the floor and shrug. “Do I need to?”

“Yes, Jake,” Sarah stubbornly replies. “Do you like it when girls have hairy legs?”

I rub my eye and shake my head. “I guess not…no.”

“Well sweetheart,” Sarah says, grinning as she looks back down at her phone. “I’d start by shaving that cute little body of yours clean. No hair on your body from the eyebrows down.”

Sighing at the idea, I pull a sour face. “My whole body..?”

“Hey…don’t moan at me about it,” Sarah says, tapping away on her phone. “I didn’t make the rules.”

This is just crap. My big mouth says something stupid and now look where I am! My gender is being held hostage and my flatmate is telling me to shave my entire body!

As I slowly turn away and accept my fate, Sarah calls out for me.

“Hey…Jake,” she says, still looking at her phone screen. “Make sure you shave your vagina too. I’ve seen how natural you are down there and that won’t look flattering in your lingerie later tonight.”

“Shave my what now!?”

Blushing like crazy at the mention of my new vagina, It just reminds me how much I miss my penis. I hate that I can’t piss standing up anymore! It feels like a real downgrade in that respect.

“I don’t wanna go near that thing with a razor,” I reply, folding my arms tightly in discomfort at the idea.

Sarah glances up from her phone and gives me a dirty look. “Trust me, when your dancing later in just your panties, having a hairy pussy is going to make you super self-conscious. You don’t want that because it will make everyone uncomfortable.”

Not sure that’s going to be the reason I’m uncomfortable! The whole situation is going to be….uncomfortable.

“If you say so…,” I reply, flicking hair from my face. “It’s just I….”

“Don’t wanna go near your new lady parts?” Sarah sarcastically interrupts. “I know that’s not true Jake. I heard you’re you masturbating earlier. I know a lady pleasure moan when I hear one.”

“N-no….you didn’t,” I reply softly, turning to look away in humiliation at having been caught.

“Whatever dude,” Sarah laughs. “Just make sure you shave that thing. There are razors in the bathroom cupboard. My advice, take it slow.”

Still blushing about being heard experimenting with my new body, I didn’t know what else to say. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I told management to expect you tonight. They’ve given you a decent-ish slot so you better be ready.”

“Erm….thanks. I guess that’s something.”

Feeling a little ashamed of myself and not wanting her to rub it in further, I turn to leave the room with my tail between my legs.

“Hey, Jack..,” Sarah says, stopping me again just outside her bedroom door. “Feels….good—doesn’t it?”

I shiver, knowing exactly what she’s referring to.

She’s not wrong! It felt super strange at first, spreading my legs while horney and not having my shaft stiffed and primed for action.

Took me a few minutes to build up the courage to even touch it, but I’m glad I did! I thought my cock was sensitive but holy shit! I could have rubbed that thing all fucking night.

Put it this way, I’m excited to do it again. Next time, I’m going to have to cover my mouth! I really didn’t realize I was moaning that loud.

“Kinda is…,” I answer bashfully, going bright red in the face.

Expecting Sarah to rub it in, she wags her finger at me like I’m a naughty child. “Don’t use my toys. If you’re thinking of trying out penetration, go buy your own.”

“W-What!?” I stutter, going stiff in discomfort. “I-I’m n-not going to do that Sarah. That’s gross!”

“No it’s not,” she answers sternly, wafting me away with one hand. “It’s biology and clearly you’re already having feminine urges. So don’t you even think about it. Now, go and shave before I pour hair remover all over you.”

Head down, I scurry away toward the bathroom. Rushing inside, I firmly shut the door behind me. Looking down at my body hidden away under all my baggy clothing, I could tell my vagina was getting excited. Just thinking about …penetrating myself has me all wet between my legs.

What's wrong with me!?

“Gross…” I groan, shaking my head to stop myself from thinking about it.

Sighing, I lean up against the sink and look into the mirror. I barely recognize the girl staring back at me. Although that lost expression on her face….is deffo me.

Shaking my head again, I whine. “Lady boner aide Jack…we’ve got a pussy to shave.”

Reluctantly tucking my annoying long hair behind my ears, I start running the bath. As the water starts to fill, I find a razor from the cupboard and some of my shaving cream.

With the bath full, I undress and reveal my wafer-thin little body. Lowering myself into the bath, I couldn’t help but notice just how thin my arms are and how long my legs seem.

“Aww…,” I complain, squeezing my wide ass and hips into the bathtub. “all that work on my arms this summer—to end up with twig arms.”

Slowly sliding my body under the surface of the water, I have to admit….it feels really nice. Being almost hairless, the water feels different on my skin somehow. Almost feels like it’s massaging me as I slide down deeper.

As the back of my head reaches the water, I feel the weight of my long hair diminish. It starts floating all around me.

The only part of my body left to submerge is my breasts. They stick out from my chest like the last bastion of dry land. My large darkened nipples were the peaks of the mountains above the water.

Forming legs with two of my dainty fingers on the side of the bathtub, I start pretending it’s a person.

“Look there!” I say playfully pretending, stepping my fingers onto the soft part of one of my breasts. “The last of the dry land. We’re saved from a watery grave!”

“We are the last two survivors of the great flood,” I humorously pronounce, bouncing my other hand's fingers on the other breast.

Walking both my finger people up my breasts to my ever-hardening nipples, I giggle. “Thank the lord…we have a food source. Milk from these titties!”

I freeze still I hear movement. I slowly turn to see Sarah looking down at me.

“Not unless you’re planning of getting pregnant,” Sarah chuckles, scaring the crap out of me with her sudden appearance.

I fail around in the tub, not knowing what private things to cover. Water splashes around as try and protect my dignity from her intrusive gaze.

“Oh stop it,” Sarah laughs, now standing beside the bathtub. “You’ve got nothing on that skinny body of yours I haven’t seen before. Lighten up, we’re both women now. ”

“I don’t care!” I protest, covering my breasts with one arm and my vagina with the other hand. “What do you want anyways. I’m doing as you told me!?”

Sarah looks around as lay awkwardly in the bath waiting for her to answer. She picks up the shaving cream I planned to use and shakes her head.

“Jack….,” she says in ridicule, throwing the shaving cream into the sink. “Stop acting like a guy. Men's shaving cream is not something you should be putting on your delicate skin.”

Still shaking her head at me, she turns and starts pulling out a whole load of stuff from the cupboard.

“You’ve gotta start acting like a woman now,” she continues to lecture, searching the cupboard as I start to relax and sit up in the tub.

Placing a bottle of something on the side of the tub, she smiles. “This is for your legs.”

Allowing my breasts to hang free, I pick up the bottle. “This IS shaving cream, Sarah. How is this any different?”

Sarah turns back and places another two bottles next to it. “Here’s shampoo and conditioner. Make sure you read the instructions and wash ALL of your hair, not just your scalp.”

I pick up the shampoo and turn it around to read the label.

“Surely I can just use an all-in-one?” I ask, getting frustrated at the effort she’s requiring of me.

“No,” she replies sharply with a dirty look.

Placing a dark red nail varnish next to a bottle of perfume, she smiles. “I want you to paint your nails and put this perfume on too.”

“Really…?” I gripe, smelling the perfume's sweet delicate scent. “Doesn’t this seem like a lot of effort just for me to dance for a lot of horney smelly guys?”

“Oh…,” Sarah laughs, giving me a sarcastic look. “a lot of effort is it?”

“Well…yeah,” I answer, giving her a sour look.

“Well…..it’s your decision sweetheart. Either you take my advice as someone who’s been a woman for more than a day…or you don’t.”

I look away and fold my arms tight. The water splashes up the side as I huff. “Fine.”

“Good,” she replies triumphantly. “Have you thought about what you want to do with your hair tonight?”

“No…no, I have not.”

“Geez,” Sarah sighs, putting her hand to her face. “Look, once you’re finished in here, come straight to my room and I will help you this one time with your hair and makeup.”

“Makeup!? No way.”

Sarah tilts her head as she lowers her hand. Giving me a stupid look, I knew I’d said something dumb.

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady!” she scolds.

“Young lady!?”

Covering her mouth with one hand, Sarah shakes her head. “That did sound a little like my mother…sorry. Just, come find me…ok?”

“Sure…,” I reluctantly answer, biting my lip.

Sarah lowers her hand and gives me a cheeky smile before pointing at my bare chest.

“Was funny seeing you play with your new toys just now..,” she laughs. “Don’t play with them for too long. We do need to get to work at some point!”

My face goes red as I look down at the breasts hanging free from my chest. “You saw that…huh?”

“I did,” she giggles. “Boys love breasts, don’t they? Seems you haven’t lost your manhood completely.”

“Ha….yeah..,” I reply nervously. “I guess not.”

Sarah looks down and stares for a good moment before smiling. “They really are a nice pair.”

Turning around to leave the room, she chuckles to herself and looks back at me with a wide grin. “Lucky girl.”