Lucy change part 1

Her hand moved behind my head to ruffle my hair as I began to nibble on Lucy’s shoulder, and gently massage her right nipple. When she started to gasp and her hand moved from my hair to my ass, I began my trek towards her vagina. Her fingers tightened and dug into my ass cheek, as I passed her navel. I rubbed her nipple ever so slightly harder as I neared her cunt. My hand glided over her smooth pubic mound that she’d had waxed the day before for bikini weather that had clearly ended as quickly as it began. Her clitoris seemed far away as my hand moved, and eventually a slight dip was all I felt before more skin. I pressed my hand down slightly and couldn’t help but snap my arm away. My mouth withdrew from her shoulder and I mouthed silently “what the fuck?”. Lucy started and looked at me. “What is it, hun?” she asked me, wondering what had happened. I couldn’t manage to get the words out. “Y…You…..You have a …….” I stammered, gesturing her to look. She tossed the blanket off and moved to sit up. As she moved a dick flopped from one thigh to the other, and upon seeing it, Lucy screamed, and dove back against the headboard, her new cock swinging up and then flopping back down. She looked at me as the tears filled her eyes and streamed down her face. I reached out and pulled her in to my arms. Her cock bounced and settled against my leg as she threw her arms around me and sobbed on my chest.

After a few hours of crying, and me doing my best to console her, we decided to go to the doctor. “How could this happen?” “How is that even possible” and “why me” were some of the highlights of the day. Lucy asked me for tips on how to hide it as she tried to find something to wear. I told her I never tried to hide my dick. Understandably, she didn’t like my attempt at levity. When we went to the doctor, he seemed almost as distressed by it as Lucy. At first he didn’t believe it, and angrily accused us of trying to hoax him. When Lucy gave him the number of her gynaecologist to confirm her gender, the doctor’s face was as pale as a paper plane in a snowstorm.