Practice makes perfect

I was watching the mirror in front of me to get a view of the mirror behind me, imagining myself grinding against a man. I could definitely appreciate the sight of that ass in the mirror, given that until a few weeks ago I had been a man myself, but then the Great Shift happened and a large portion of the population had swapped bodies. I had the fortune of landing in this gorgeous, young woman's body, and after I had settled all of the 'normal' affairs of reclaiming my identity and property, and getting a name change, I had begun exploiting my new beauty, propelling myself into the greatest sexual escapades of my life.

There had been a large number of straight men turned into women, and vice-versa, so the gay bars had become quickly loaded. It was easy to find beautiful women, born that way or not, who would join me in wild, uninhibited sex. I would kiss them, finger them, eat them out, grind my pussy against theirs - but the two things I didn't really want to do were anything anal and putting on a strap-on to use on my partner. I only liked being on the receiving end, I had found, which eventually led to mutual disappointment when I had taken my last partner to bed, as she had wanted the same thing. I had realized, then, that I wanted someone dominant, and I wanted a cock pounding this new pussy of mine. What I wanted might be a man, and I'd had my growing suspicions.

Sometimes when I had masturbated, in the throes of passion and letting my mind wander wherever turned me on, I had imagined a man's body attached to the dildo I regularly ravaged myself with. I had, sometimes, seen a guy on the street and felt my cheeks flush as I realized I had been staring, and that the sight of him had aroused me. My last several masturbation sessions had all featured men, and I couldn't take it anymore. So now, I'm practicing in front of these mirrors, making come hither looks, moving these hips around in a way that drives me crazy, knowing that if I look delicious to me, given my lifetime of admiring women, I would look delicious to a man.

Tonight, to ease myself into it, I'll be going to a club, not a bar. I don't want to have a conversation or make too much small talk, I just want to dance and lure to me a man who revs my engines, take him home, and fuck him silly. Maybe it's just a phase, maybe not, but I know, given what's running through my mind and that the bottom of my little one piece here is soaked with my arousal, what I need right now.