In Control - Part 2

I finally had some time to myself again. I knew that, if I really was going to be Jennifer forever, I needed to get in touch with my feminine side as soon as possible. That meant adopting her sexuality, even if I myself had always been into girls. Jennifer was definitely into guys, certainly my father. I had always found it odd how much they seemed to get along.

First I went through my closet and picked out a flattering pair of workout pants and a sports bra. I laid back on my bed and slid the workout pants up my smooth legs, admiring my luscious ass in the mirror. I pulled the waistband up until it gently pressed against the crevice between my thighs and my asscheeks. I did the same with the sports bra, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt a wave of satisfaction –of pride– at the sight of my hardening nipples. That all of my womanly parts were working as intended.

I grabbed Jennifer's exercise ball from her workout room and stood in front of the mirror, bouncing up and down on it like I'd seen Jennifer do. I imagined my tits jiggling as I bounced, and I felt a twinge of arousal in my tight new pussy as I squished my ample butt against the ball.

I got off the ball and walked into Jennifer's closet again, feeling a growing tingle in my clit as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I picked out a tight pair of yoga pants and a tank top. I slid them both on and pressed myself up against the mirror, admiring my big, firm tits.

At this point, I was starting to get a pretty strong urge to masturbate. I decided to do it in my parents' bed. I reached under my yoga pants and started rubbing my clit through my panties. As I rubbed, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I slipped my fingers into my underwear and started rubbing my pussy lips directly.

I continued rubbing my clit and fantasizing, trying to think the way a straight woman would—which made me feel uncomfortable. I imagined it was my father's cock pushing into me, my smooth skin sliding against his as he took me over and over again. The thought made me shudder, but I kept on. 

My breath came out in short gasps as I imagined my father's cock pushing into me. His big, hard cock sliding in and out of me, making me moan with pleasure with each thrust. My body became a blur of pleasure as I fantasized about my father fucking me. My back arched, and I could feel the orgasm building as I rubbed my clit faster and faster.

I slowed my breathing down, trying to maintain control over my orgasm as it inched closer and closer.

I was breathing heavily now, and I could feel the orgasm building from deep within my pussy. I broke out into a sweat as I felt warmth rising from my pussy to my stomach. I finally let out a long, shuddering moan as my pussy clenched around my fingers. As the waves of pleasure crashed down around me, I realized that maybe this was the key to really becoming Jennifer: to accept all of her desires and indulge in them without shame or guilt.

When the last of the spasms faded away, I lay still for a few minutes before finally getting out of bed. As I dressed myself again, I couldn't help but smile knowing that maybe just maybe there was hope for me yet - that I might be able to become the same old Jennifer after all.