"I'm gonna hop in the shower and give you some time to yourself. You haven't had any time to get accustomed to Anya's body. I think it'll really help you." He smiled, taking a look up and down my body before leaving me. "I expect an answer from you when I come back."
The door shut behind him. For the first time since having my life stolen, I was completely alone. My attention immediately shifted downwards. This body. I could finally take it all in and, now my hands were free, touch. It was one thing to see these breasts on my chest, but touching them made it finally sink in. I was a woman, with no way back to my old life. They were more sensitive than I anticipated. A touch quickly turned into a caress, which then turned into a squeeze. Fuck... That felt amazing. It sent a shiver down my spine. I sighed, closing my eyes and letting my hands wander across my body.
I could hear the distant sound of running water. The clock was ticking before he came back expecting an answer. Do I stay with him and accept my role as Anya; the billionaire's trophy wife, or say no and lose the only support I have left? What would happen? I could only imagine that Anya had no real work experience or qualifications. Seeing myself in the mirror, I assumed she was a model or maybe an actress. My hands continued to explore as I now stared at my reflection.
My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing. I needed to make the most of my time. I needed to see more. I began to undress for myself, keeping my eyes on the mirror as I uncovered more of Anya's body, of my body. Smooth skin, small yet enticing curves, long blonde hair. My mind was racing, picturing a number of potential futures ahead of me. Could I make a career as a model? Maybe I could go back to college and find a job. But I could barely make it through college the first time. Imagine trying to do it again like this. I looked like I belonged in a sorority rather than a lecture theatre.
I stopped after removing my skirt. A perfect ass like that put thoughts of sex into my head. But now I had the wrong body, the wrong perspective of those thoughts. I didn't have the equipment to fuck a woman like that. That ass was mine, and so was the pussy that was now covered with only a small scrap of fabric. I couldn't resist.
Beneath the fabric, my pussy was growing wet. All of my exploration had stirred something within this body. An ache for more touch. I was curious and too turned on to refuse the call for attention. My fingers gently ran over the fabric, before slipping beneath and making full contact. Oh my god! I had to cover my mouth to stop the moan in time. Thankfully the shower continued to run, masking the sounds that continued to fall from my mouth.
"Holy fuck! This is so intense!" I gasped.
Curiosity and arousal continued to build. First I pressed up against my clit and almost fell to the floor with the sudden burst of pleasure. Then, I slipped a finger inside of myself, then two. This body was practically built for pleasure. Perhaps that was why Anya accepted this life for herself. Not only did she have everything she could ever want, she had a man who wanted to fuck her brains out whenever he could.
Once again my mind began to wander. I thought about sex, this time embracing the idea of being the woman. If two fingers could bring this much pleasure, what would sex be like? If I accepted his offer, I could find out tonight. But why was I so quick to think about sex with another man? I questioned my sexuality back when I was a man, and was confident that I only found women attractive. But being Anya brought back all of that confusion.
I thought of him naked in that shower. I had caught a glimpse of his cock before. Semi hard and already huge. What could that do to me? What could he do to me? Maybe he'd be willing to let me try before I make my decision. Or maybe I was already making it. None of my other options felt realistic compared to his offer. No option gave me back my manhood. All I would do in refusing his offer, is give up a one in a million chance to live a life of comfort and wealth.
The shower finally stopped, just as I let out a moan of pleasure and froze in place. Dead silence. Did he hear me? Did I even care? Any moment, he'd walk in and find me stipped down to this lacy lingerie and expect me to give him my final decision. There was nothing left to do but wait for him. I didn't bother covering myself. In the last moment, I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. I knew my answer.