Her Turn - Part 7

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Part 7

She trips a few times on her way to their room, not badly enough she can't catch herself, but between the new body and the jeans falling down over her too-big boots, she's surprised she doesn't fall flat on her face. She gets to their room, and she hears Charlie close the door behind them. Dee's already pulling her shirt off.

“Wait!” Charlie says, then grabs her hand and drags her over to the mirror.

Dee looks at her face for the first time. “Oh!” she squeaks.

Her eyes are still the same shade of green, her eyebrows a little thicker. Her hair is the same dirty blonde, but it's a touch below her shoulders with a naturally gentle wave to it that frames her face perfectly.

Her eyes are nearly the same shape, but softened with more feminine cheekbones taking the severity away from her features. Her nose is a little slimmer, but close to what it used to be. Her mouth is smaller, but her lips are still just as big.

She turns her head side to side, looking at her more feminine jawline, her soft chin, her lack of stubble, and she feels a thrill run through her body. “I don't have to shave my face anymore,” she breathes.

Charlie stays quiet, and Dee assumes Charlie's giving her time to acquaint herself with her new body. Because Charlie's awesome like that.

Dee reaches up and runs a finger over her jawline, down her smaller neck, over where her Adam's apple used to be. She feels Charlie pulling her shirt off, and she watches in the mirror until the shirt covers her eyes, and once it's over her head, she looks down at her shoulders.

She's got fine blonde hair on her body that's so much more attractive than the dark, coarse hair her other body had. Dee's eyes move down further, and she gets her first look at her tits.

“Oh!” Dee yelps. “I twitched!” she says, wanting to put her hand between her legs, but resisting for now.

Charlie is grinning. “Your tits make my clit twitch too,” she says.

“Oh, fuck!” Dee yelps again. “It twitched harder,” she says, breathing a little harder.

“Look at your pretty little nipples,” Charlie says, reaching around to gently rub Dee's right nipple with her index finger.

Dee shivers and moans, her pussy clenching. “I still have perky nipples,” she says with a grin.

Charlie snorts, resting her left temple on Dee's right shoulder. She moves her finger down to lightly stroke the underside of Dee's right breast, then down Dee's stomach to her belly button.

“Wanna see more?” Charlie asks, her hand hovering over the button on Dee's jeans.

“Uh-huh,” Dee says, nodding slightly.

Charlie squats next to Dee, then unlaces the boots. “Up,” she says, tapping Dee's right leg.

Dee lifts her legs one at a time, and Charlie takes her boots and socks off. She likes the size of her feet. They're so much more attractive than big male feet. She wants to suck on her own toes, lick her own arch.

Charlie stands back up, tapping Dee's hand as she goes. “Let go,” she says.

Dee lets go of the jeans, letting them fall without ever needing to be unbuttoned because of her new size. She frowns at the panties. “They're too big,” she says, feeling silly for being upset that one of her favorite panties won't fit anymore.

“We'll get new ones, baby,” Charlie says, hooking her finger inside the waist of the panties and giving them a gentle tug.

The pink boyshorts fall to Dee's ankles, and she sees her pussy for the first time. Her breath gets stuck in her throat, and she feels her eyes burning again. Charlie must realize she's a little emotional, because she rests her head against Dee's shoulder again and wraps her arms around Dee's waist, not squeezing, but just a reassuring hold.

“It's really gone,” Dee whispers. She's a little scared to touch her pussy, as if it'll vanish once she tries to confirm that what she's seeing is real. “It's really, he, h-he really did it,” she says, her left hand sliding across her leg, her fingers barely touching the top of her pussy. “It's mine,” she says, voice cracking.

“It's all yours, Dee,” Charlie says.

Dee's breath comes out in a punch of air. “I really am a woman,” she says, not able to stop looking at her pussy. “It's, ah, I-I've wanted this for so fucking long, and it's really mine. I never thought I'd be able to have this,” she says, a mixture of relief and excitement running through her body.

“Your ass is totally adorable too,” Charlie stage whispers.

It breaks Dee's overly serious mood, and she lets out a bark of laughter. “Thanks, I needed that,” she says with a grin on her face.

“Spread your legs a little more,” Charlie says, and Dee does as she's told. “Check it out. It's yours, so you should be the one to do the honors. See what Cas gave you,” she says, making it seem completely non-sexual.

Dee figures Charlie's giving her more room to digest all of this. Dee's pussy is definitely wet, and she'd really like to try everything out with Charlie, but Dee needs to do this. She needs to take this one step at a time and discover what she always should have had.

Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and her pussy is perfect. She couldn't have asked for better. Okay, so maybe it's not perfect, but it's hers. She's never really given a shit what it would look like as long as she had one. She'd wondered if once she had one she would care about that sort of thing, but she really doesn't. It's perfect because it's hers.

Her outer lips are a little on the big side, and she can't see her clit with the hair and the size of her lips, so she spreads herself with her index and middle fingers, each one sliding down either side of her slit. She pulls apart her lips and sees her perfect little clit, her eyes moving down to see her hole, which looks awfully small, but she's used to seeing pussy up close or in porn, so it stands to reason hers would be small.

Then the thought strikes her that she's possibly a virgin. She shivers, remembering what Castiel had said when he'd remade Dee's male body. If Cas re-formed everything, would he have made her a virgin? It sounds to her like something an angel would do, especially since he'd done it before.

Dee had known she was a virgin when she'd been fresh out of Hell, whether anyone could tell physically from her male body or not. But she doesn't know if she's got an intact hymen in this body, and she wonders what it'll feel like to play with her pussy, not only because she's got one now, but because it's most likely virgin territory.

She uses her right index finger to gently touch her clit and gasps at the sensation. “Oh, fuck! I totally get it now why women like their clit played with, because, hell yeah!” she groans, trying not to touch too much and get herself off prematurely.

Then another thought strikes her. Dean had always been able to have more than one orgasm in a night, a short refractory time compared to other guys, but now she might be able to have multiple orgasms. She wonders if her clit will get oversensitive after she comes like her dick had been or if she'd be able to just keep on going. She wonders how many orgasms she can have in a night.

Charlie smiles. “Clits are awesome,” she says.

“Yeah,” Dee says. “Dad gave me the talk, told me I should pay attention to a woman's clit, and it sounded stupid to me because why would a clit be so much fun when that's not even where a dick goes. I asked one of the first chicks I was with and she explained how awesome it was. I figured I'd never really understand why, but what the hell, just go with it.”

Charlie grins, then kisses her shoulder. “And you haven't even had it properly played with yet. Wait until I use my tongue on it.”

“Mmm,” Dee shudders, her clit twitching again. “Yeah, I want that,” she says.

“Oh, you'll be getting it,” Charlie promises. “I plan on giving you thorough instruction in everything your body can do now,” she says, her voice husky with arousal.

Dee turns toward Charlie, then checks out her own ass. “You were right. My ass is adorable!” she says.

“You're probably a little more flexible now,” Charlie says as she takes a hold of Dee's upper arms and turns her so that her back is fully toward the mirror, then motions toward the mirror with her chin. “Twist and check out your ass.”

Dee twists her upper body and neck. “Ooh! I really am more flexible!” she says, grinning as she's totally able to check out her own ass. “Yeah, awesome ass!”

Charlie chuckles. “Here,” she says, then reaches around Charlie, one hand on each ass cheek, and spreads Dee's cheeks. “Check it out.”

“Hell yeah,” Dee groans, seeing her own asshole. She spreads her legs some, bends at the waist a little, and uses a hand on her own hip to force her upper body to twist so she can see her pussy from behind in the mirror.

“Look at that pretty little pussy, Dee,” Charlie says, spreading Dee's cheeks wide, then kneading them with her hands.

Dee stands up straight so quickly she dislodges Charlie. “I wanna try everything!” she says, eyes wide. She bites her lip as Charlie's eyes darken with arousal.

“Bed,” Charlie says, dragging Dee over to the bed and giving her a shove.

Dee flops down onto the bed, giggling as she falls onto her back and her tits bounce all over. She's amazed by how easy it was for Charlie to manhandle her. Charlie's not a weakling, and even when Dee had a male body, Charlie could be rough in an awesome way, but now that Dee's in her new body, it's even easier, and Dee feels even more like Charlie could move her around just how she wants her.

It's a huge turn on, and Dee can't wait to see what else is in store. As Charlie crawls onto the bed, Dee spreads her legs, planting her feet on the bed in a wide stance and letting her legs fall open. Charlie freezes, looking at Dee's new pussy.

“Clothes,” Dee growls. “You need less of them for this,” she says, flapping her hand at Charlie like the clothes are a horrible annoyance.

“Oh, yeah,” Charlie says, breaking her stare and yanking off her clothes.

Dee chuckles. “A little enthusiastic there, aren't you,” she says with a sly grin.

“It's for science!” Charlie says, tossing her bra across the room, then sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. “You've never had an orgasm in this body. This is totally for science!” she says as the clothes get caught up on her boots. She growls, turning to deal with the boots.

Dee laughs, her chest swelling with affection. “Charlie?”

“Yeah, Dee?” she replies, one leg out of the jeans and panties, the other still stuck on her boot.

“I love you,” Dee says.

Charlie turns to look her in the eye, a smile spreading across her lips. “I still think I love you more,” she says, yanking her other boot off and kicking at her jeans and panties.

“I don't know,” Dee drawls. “Because I think if you really did love me more, you'd kiss me agai–mmm!” she says, cut off by Charlie pouncing and smashing their lips together.

Charlie starts off intense, her lips pushing Dee's open and her tongue shoving into Dee's mouth, but once she's in there, she softens the kiss, slowing down and caressing Dee's mouth and lips. Charlie lays her body down over Dee's, and Dee loves the sensation of her soft skin and her weight pushing her down into the bed, Charlie's breasts smooshing up against her own.

Dee reaches up, wrapping her arms around Charlie to run her new slender fingers over Charlie's back as Charlie runs her fingers through Dee's hair.

“Mmm, it's soft,” Charlie says, pulling out of the kiss just enough that her lips graze Dee's when she speaks.

“I like what Cas did with it,” Dee says, shivering as Charlie gently scratches over her scalp, then grabs a handful of hair. She gasps when Charlie pulls her head to the side. “And it's great for getting rough, apparently,” she says, then moans loudly as Charlie starts sucking on her exposed neck.

Charlie sucks for a while, then moves on to lick the shell of Dee's ear down to her earlobe, where she nibbles, making Dee writhe on the bed. Dee is surprised when Charlie suddenly pushes herself up with her hands, looking down at Dee.

“You smell and taste like a girl!” Charlie says, that infectious grin spread across her lips.

Dee lets out a happy sigh. Things just keep falling into place. She never liked how she smelled before. It always felt wrong no matter what soap or shampoo she used. She's thrilled that yet another thing that made up the huge ball of wrong is now right.

“I think you need more proof that all of me tastes like a girl,” Dee says with a little twitch of her lips, a raising eyebrow.

“For science,” Charlie says with a nod. “Of course!”

Dee chuckles, then moans as Charlie licks a stripe from Dee's neck, down her chest, and out to her left nipple.

“Yeah,” Dee growls, “I totally like tits from both sides.”

Charlie uses her tongue to flick at Dee's nipple, and Dee starts squirming, her legs closing in on Charlie's body and squeezing her a little.

Charlie mouths at Dee's breast, licking and kissing it as Dee tries to get some friction down below. She starts to get a little frustrated when nothing works, then realizes why and starts laughing.

“So, yeah, that whole part about me not having a dick anymore is going to take a while to remember,” Dee says with a self-deprecating chuckle. “I'm trying for some friction, and I'm not getting any,” she says, then pouts up at Charlie.

Charlie giggles, then squirms down some. “Lift your legs up in the air, your knees going up and out like you're putting your knees to your chest only with your legs spread, then tilt your pelvis up like you're trying to give me a good target for pegging your asshole,” she says.

“Okay,” Dee says, then follows directions. “Hell. Yeah,” she yells as Charlie tilts her own pelvis down, and the two of them slot in perfectly for Dee's pussy to get some awesome friction from Charlie's pussy.

Charlie moans, not going all that fast, not putting much force behind her thrusts. Dee tries to lift her pussy up more to get herself off, but Charlie pulls back.

“You wanna come already?” Charlie asks, looking Dee in the eye.

Dee tries to concentrate on the words. “Uhm, well, I was hoping we could find out if I can have multiple orgasms, and I'm fairly sure you're going to get me off more than once in the next few hours, so that would be a yes,” Dee says with a grin.

“Do you think you can come just by rubbing our pussies together?” Charlie asks, the drawl to her words suggesting she knows the dirty talk is going to drive Dee crazy.

Dee wriggles a little, trying to spread her legs wider, get her pussy closer to Charlie's, and when Charlie starts moving her hips, thrusting into Dee's pussy again, Dee yelps.

Dee nods. “I totally can get off on this,” she says, then rethinks it. “Uhm, I think I can,” she says, looking up at Charlie as if she's lost.

Charlie giggles. “Never know 'til you try,” she says, putting more force behind her movements.

“Oh, yeah, I really like that,” Dee says, her eyes falling closed, her hands reaching up to feel her own tits.

She pinches her right nipple, squirming at the sensation, then her eyes open wide when she feels a wet tongue on her left nipple. She watches Charlie running her tongue over her nipple, then around her areola and back again to the nipple, her movements jerky as she thrusts against Dee's pussy.

“Let me know if you don't like this and I'll stop,” Charlie says, then after Dee nods, she sucks on Dee's nipple.

“Oh!” Dee yelps, amazed at how different the sensation is in her female body. She's had women suck on her nipples before, but this is more intense, and she wants more, but her whole body is feeling tighter, her pussy is twitching, and she feels a need to do something, but she doesn't know what.

Charlie pulls back, a grin on her face. “Mental note; Dee likes getting her nipples sucked,” she says.

“More,” Dee says desperately. “I need something,” she says as she squirms under Charlie, her nails digging into Charlie's forearms.

The feeling is somewhat similar to when she used to ejaculate, but it's overwhelming, it's coming fast, her whole body feels like she's electrified without the pain, but she's not coming, or at least she doesn't think she is.

“Ch-Charlie!” Dee yelps, and she knows she must look a little freaked out because Charlie just nods.

“Go with it,” Charlie says, her hips slapping against Dee's legs, their pussies grinding against each other.

Dee's lower stomach tenses, and it seems to spread down from there, her pussy clenching hard, her clit twitching and sending amazing shocks all throughout her legs and torso. She swears she feels it all the way out to the tips of her fingers, her back bowing, her teeth clenching before she opens her mouth wide, letting out a growl that turns into an elongated “ah!” as she thrusts her pussy up as hard as she can into Charlie.

She feels herself coming down from the orgasm, and already her brain is letting her know that it lasted much longer than it used to. In fact she thinks it's still going on, but it's turned into waves that are making the muscles in her stomach spasm, her hips twitch, and each one is making her gasp.

Once she settles down from the intensity, her whole body still feels twitchy, and her stomach keeps on giving her little spasms, her pussy feeling warm, and she has a strong urge to gently run her fingers over her outer lips.

“Well?” Charlie asks.

“Uhmmmyeah, that was awesome,” she slurs. “And I wanna do that again. Lots of times.”

“You were so fucking hot that I came too,” Charlie says.

Dee frowns up at Charlie. “I missed it,” she grumbles.

Charlie giggles. “You were kind of preoccupied by something.”

“I already want more,” Dee announces.

“Oh, you'll be getting more,” Charlie promises, then crawls backward, getting down onto her belly on the bed so that her face is between Dee's legs and in the perfect position to eat Dee out.

“Oh, yeah! Tons of yes,” Dee says enthusiastically as she sits partially up, using her elbows to support herself and get a good view of Charlie.

She has always loved getting women off by eating them out. Loved the taste, the noises women make, the feeling of a pussy clenching around her tongue. Now she gets to feel it from the other side, and she definitely wants to watch.

Charlie uses the tip of her tongue to gently lick around Dee's outer lips, and Dee shivers at the sensation. She tries to spread her legs more, and she really wants to shove Charlie's face into her pussy, but she controls herself, lets Charlie do her own thing.

Dee watches as Charlie uses the flat of her tongue to lick a long swipe up the seam of Dee's lips. “Oh, I like that too,” she says, her breathing already speeding up again.

Charlie takes her time, slowly working her way in, and Dee realizes that Charlie's already getting a taste of her.

“Hey! Does my pussy taste good?” she asks.

Charlie laughs, losing her rhythm and smiling up at Dee. “Yes, you taste wonderful. And I'll give you a taste after you come again, this time with my tongue on your clit,” she says.

Dee nods. “I like that plan,” she says, then feels her thighs tremble as Charlie goes deeper, licking just inside her hole.

Her breathing is becoming erratic, and it's punctuated by gasps the more Charlie does to her. Charlie slides her tongue up to Dee's clit and does an experimental flick. Dee's hips jerk, and she gasps again.

“Too much?” Charlie asks.

“Hell, no,” Dee says. “More, please!”

Charlie licks her clit again, this time with more pressure, then runs her tongue all around it. She wriggles her tongue back and forth, then up and down, and Dee has a hard time controlling her hips, keeping herself from pushing onto Charlie's face.

Charlie goes back to shoving her tongue inside Dee's hole, and Dee's body tenses. Charlie's tongue is fucking in and out of her hole, and Dee has a near overwhelming urge to play with her clit while Charlie does that.

Dee lets out a loud moan and her eyes fall closed as Charlie moves back to her clit. She alternately sucks on it and licks it, then flicks back and forth so fast that Dee feels another orgasm coming, this one not coming over her as fast, but it still feels like waves are rolling through her, and she lets herself flop back onto the bed, her hips jerking, her mouth open as she lets out a long “oh” sound.

Instead of stopping, Charlie starts sucking on Dee's clit, and Dee feels a finger at her hole, which makes her struggle to her elbows again, her eyes wide. “Oh, fuck,” Dee breathes.

She doesn't know if she can do this. She's oversensitive, but at the same time her body is already tensing. She wants to push Charlie away just as much as she wants to beg for more, beg for faster.

Dee starts up a keening noise, and Charlie's finger pushes in, feeling like nothing she's ever felt before. She laughs inwardly at her preconceived notions of what this would feel like and that she'd assumed it would feel like a finger up her ass. It's nothing like it, and she's both surprised and delighted.

Charlie uses just the one, fucking in and out of Dee's hole with it, still sucking and licking Dee's clit. Dee wants Charlie's finger deeper, harder, and she wants more. The feeling makes her try to spread her legs wider.

“Oh, fuck, Charlie, yeah!” Dee says, her voice cracking, her body already shaking, and an intense feeling flashing through her that's nearly painful, but feels way too good to ever try to stop.

She shudders and moans through her next orgasm, feeling her pussy clamp down on Charlie's finger and her clit twitching so hard it hurts. Charlie gentles as Dee comes down from her orgasm, and Dee is very grateful, because this time everything is becoming more sensitive than last time.

Dee feels raw, broken open, and she feels silly, but she wants to wrap up in a blanket. If it were anybody else but Charlie in bed with her, she feels like she might try to cover herself up because of just how vulnerable she feels.

Charlie grabs the blanket from the end of the bed, crawls up next to Dee, and covers the two of them with it. Dee isn't saying anything, but she does curl into Charlie when Charlie wraps her right arm around her. She tucks her head in under Charlie's chin, taking a deep breath, nuzzling Charlie's skin.

Charlie kisses the top of Dee's head. “Round two can wait until later,” she says softly.

Dee still doesn't say anything. She kisses Charlie's neck, then closes her eyes, the tip of her nose touching Charlie's skin. She throws her left leg over Charlie's legs, wanting to feel as much connection as she can get, wanting to be skin-on-skin everywhere she can.

She's not tired. She doesn't feel like she's going to drift off. She just wants to be here, with Charlie. Dee feels a little silly for having reacted this way, but Charlie's not saying anything, isn't asking her any questions, and the way she's softly touching Dee, holding her, Charlie must have seen something in Dee's eyes, and Dee falls in love with Charlie that much more for knowing what to do.

“I love you,” Dee whispers.

Charlie kisses the top of Dee's head again. “Still love you more,” she whispers into Dee's hair.

- - -

Dee doesn't know how long they stay like that. She works through things in her head some of the time, other times she's just taking stock of her body, how tingly and warm everything feels, the way her body fits with Charlie's in a way her other body never did.

Everything happened so fast that Dee hadn't had time for everything to sink in, and now that she's got the time, she feels swells of so much happiness that she wonders if she'll burst.

She could never have imagined things would turn out this way, and she wants to find a way to thank Castiel. She can't think of anything to do for him, to give to him, or anything she could possibly say, but maybe Sam and Charlie can help.

Cas has done so much for her, and this goes so far beyond a greeting card that it's not even funny. Dee feels privileged to have this, and even though she's not going to dive into an ocean of self pity and drown in thinking she doesn't deserve this, she does realize this is something precious, something people would die or kill for. And it's all hers.

She sucks on her bottom lip, bites it experimentally like she's thinking hard about something to see how it feels with the new shape of her mouth. She wonders if it looks sexy. She wriggles her toes, and she can't help but grin when they tickle Charlie's leg and Charlie squirms a little.

It's almost too much to take in. The changes in her body are everywhere. The toes she used to tickle Charlie even feel daintier, and her whole foot feels smaller, but no less sturdy.

Her tits are pressed up against Charlie's belly, and she shifts her body some, enjoying the way her nipples drag against Charlie's skin.

Charlie must be sleeping, because her breathing is shallow and too regular for her to be awake. Dee sticks out her tongue, licking Charlie's neck, then mouthing over the same spot.

Dee squeezes her thighs together just to see how it feels and gasps when she feels how slippery she is between her legs, inside her pussy. It feels amazing.

She reaches down with her left hand and gently touches her left labia, slowly moving her index and middle fingers around, gathering some of the slick and shifting a bit so she can get her fingers between her lips to touch her clit.

“Mmm,” Dee moans softly, trying not to wake Charlie as she fingers herself. She pushes, rubs, slides around her clit, getting to know her body and enjoying the sensations. She slips her middle finger down to her hole and lets it slide in.

She's wetter than she thought she was, and Dee remembers just how aroused she'd been, how out of her mind with pleasure she was. No wonder she's soaking wet down there. She pushes her finger all the way in, going slow and learning herself, then pulls back out, making sure to get her fingers all wet, then she brings her hand up, pushes her fingers into her mouth, and moans at the way she tastes.

She smiles around her fingers, her tongue rubbing against her fingers, sucking them clean and getting every last bit of slick from them. She reaches back down, cupping her pussy with her left hand, just feeling the shape of it, the warmth.

She moves her hand a little, feeling the neatly-trimmed pubic hair brushing against her hand. It's soft and so feminine that Dee lets out a little huff of happiness, a quick punch of air that would be a happy laugh if she wasn't worried about waking Charlie.

Dee remembers that Sam was the one to set this all up, and she grins as she remembers Sam running out of the room with a raging hard-on. She needs to do something for Sam. Well, beside going with Charlie's plan of getting her little brother to jerk off so much he chafes his dick, because that's just a given.

She needs to let him know that she appreciates that he thought of her, that he'd brought it up to Cas. Dee wonders if Cas fixed Sam's tail yet, and she thinks she's probably going to miss the thing. It's nothing huge, but Sam's been using it like it's a fifth limb he's always had.

And Charlie. Dee's so happy to have her, to love her, to be loved by her that she feels it to her core. Everything within her being screams that she wants to spend her life with this woman. This is it. This is love. And the way Charlie talks to her, the things she says, the way she looks at Dee, well, Dee thinks there's a good chance Charlie feels the same way.

Dee thinks about her off-hand comment to Charlie. The one where she joked about wanting to marry her because she was evil when she wanted to torture Sam with dick chaffing. And Dee didn't think of it at the time, but now that she has time to dwell on it, she really does want to marry Charlie.

It doesn't send panic through her body like she's always thought it would when she contemplated spending the rest of her life with one lover. It does send a swell of affection and excitement through her chest and stomach.

She doesn't want to push and possibly fuck things up, but she decides to feel things out with Charlie, see if Charlie really is hoping for that. It doesn't have to be now. It doesn't even have to be in the next year.

Dee's already sure about Charlie, and if it takes time for Charlie to be that sure, it's okay with Dee. She knows it's a huge thing.

She grins, imagining a wedding. Dee has never wanted anything huge whenever she thought about a wedding. And now that she's female, and since same-sex marriage is still banned in Kansas, they'll have to find somewhere else, but that's okay with Dee. A quick trip up to Iowa or even a longer trip over to California is fine with her.

But Dee isn't going to push. She's happy with so much that's happened. She can't remember being happier than this. She's surrounded by loved ones, has a home for the first time since she was four years old, and she has the body she was always meant to have.

It couldn't possibly get better than this.

- - -

Dee wakes to soft kisses being placed on her neck, her face, and the more she wakes up, the more Charlie moves to the corners of Dee's mouth. Dee smiles, opening her eyes to see Charlie with bedhead and a lazy grin on her face.

“I fell asleep,” Dee says, surprised by how scratchy and deep her morning voice is.

“I wore you out with my epic cunnilingus skills,” Charlie says with a smirk.

Dee chuckles, then kisses Charlie just because she can. “Yes, you did.”

“Hey,” Charlie says, her eyebrows coming down, letting Dee know Charlie's concerned about something, “if I get too intense or you want me to back off on something, let me know. No hard feelings, okay?”

Dee shakes her head as she realizes Charlie's worried about Dee's reaction to all the orgasms. “It wasn't that,” she says, reaching up to run her fingers through Charlie's messy hair. “I really, really liked what you did. I had a great time. It was just that I didn't expect my reaction. I hadn't expected I would feel...,” she trails off, not knowing what word to use.

“Vulnerable?” Charlie asks, the concerned look on her face smoothing out now that Dee has said it wasn't a bad experience.

Dee thinks about it, remembers using that word in her own head to describe how she felt after she'd come the third time. She nods. “Yeah. And raw. And broken open,” she whispers.

Charlie leans down to give Dee another gentle kiss. “It's all new to you. The body is new and the sex is completely different even if you're having it with me,” Charlie says. “The first time I ever had sex, I was way too nervous and excited to feel anything other than relief that we'd both made each other come. It wasn't until the second time I was with someone that I experienced something like what you did.”

Dee grimaces. “How did you handle it?” she asks.

“Well, thankfully I was with a really awesome girl,” she says with a bit of a blush to her cheeks. “She held me, let me just have a while to gather myself, and then we did it all over again a few more times because the sex was amazing.”

Dee chuckles, then her smile falls. “Thanks. For letting me be a dork,” she says, really wanting to let Charlie know what it means to her.

“You weren't a dork,” Charlie says, shaking her head. “Like I said; new experiences, new body, new emotions, blah, blah, blah. As long as you let me know if something isn't feeling right or you'd like something different or whatever, everything should go fairly smoothly. Not that sex is perfect, by any means, but you know,” she says, shrugging and grinning adorably.

Dee gives Charlie a grateful smile. Then she remembers a question she'd thought of earlier while Charlie was asleep. “Hey, how long did it take for my body to change? I've was wondering about it while I was snuggling with you and you were making cute sleepy noises,” Dee says.

Charlie's lips twitch into a half smile. “I make cute sleepy noises?”

Dee smiles. “Yeah, and I like staying awake to listen to them.”

Charlie blushes again, looking embarrassed. “Fifty-seven minutes,” she says.

Dee is confused for a moment, then remembers she had asked a question before getting distracted by adorableness. “You remember the time exactly?”

Charlie nods, a bit of a quirk to her lips. “It was a little scary, and since Cas said it shouldn't take more than an hour, I kept an eye on the time.”

The way Charlie's expression has changed, Dee can see how scared Charlie had been. “It didn't seem like that long,” Dee says, the bridge of her nose scrunching up.

“It felt a lot longer than fifty-seven minutes for me and Sam,” Charlie says with a wince.

“Why?” Dee asks. She hadn't noticed Sam or Charlie looking concerned, but then again she had been trying to keep still and she was focused on what her own body was doing.

“It wasn't horrible,” Charlie reassures her, “and I don't know what in particular Sam was worried about because we didn't say anything to each other, but I could tell by the look on Sam's face, the way he'd throw concerned looks my way that he was just as nervous as me.”

“What were you worried about?” Dee asks, her hand reaching up and cupping Charlie's neck, needing more of a connection, wanting to banish the scary thoughts from Charlie's head.

Charlie sighs, her eyes looking off to the side, and Dee thinks Charlie might cry for a moment, and then she sees tears well up in Charlie's eyes.

“I know Cas was an angel, and I know he has his grace back,” Charlie says, her eyes focused on something over Dee's left shoulder, “but things happen, and I was so scared he'd mess something up or accidentally stop your heart or blink your lungs out of existence or something. Anything could have happened,” she says, ending on a whisper.

“Hey,” Dee says, reaching up with her left hand so that she can take hold of both sides of Charlie's neck. “I'm okay. Nothing happened. Well, nothing other than something I've wished for, hoped for so hard all my life that I would've done damn near anything to have it. And now I do,” she says, smiling up at Charlie.

Charlie chuckles, her bottom lip wobbling a little, but she seems to pull herself out of the mindset she'd remembered being in while watching Dean become Dee. “And I'm so fucking happy for you that I wanna scream it out to everyone,” Charlie says, taking a deep breath and letting out a big sigh.

She's glad Charlie seems relieved. “I'll settle for you taking me on a shopping trip to get a whole new wardrobe,” Dee says, one eyebrow raised.

Charlie laughs. “Oh, we're so doing that. I can't wait to see your face when you try on outfits and they fit the way you've always wanted them to,” she says, nodding toward Dee's crotch.

Dee chuckles. “Yeah, I'd forgotten about that even when I was looking in the mirror before. I was so excited over everything, so interested to see everything that I hadn't even thought of how my dick isn't going to fuck with the way panties fit or,” and then Dee's eyes widen, her breath catches in her throat, and she scrambles up to a sitting position, nearly knocking Charlie over, “or a skirt! I can wear a skirt and not only is it gonna look amazing without a dick, but I can wear it in public with no ass kicking or dirty looks!”

Charlie looks just as excited as Dee feels. “I bet you're going to look great in a skirt, baby,” Charlie says, an affectionate smile on her face.

“What time is it?” Dee asks, looking around for the clock, then her excitement falls when she sees the time. “It's five a.m.,” she says with a pout, her shoulders dropping.

“Aww,” Charlie says, obviously trying not to laugh at Dee's disappointment. “We'll go in a few hours.”

She's knows she's being patronized, but she doesn't care. Charlie can get away with it. “Fine,” Dee grumbles.

“I think what we should do is go to Walmart first,” Charlie says.

Dee looks at Charlie with as much disgust as she can put into her expression. “No!” she whines, and she feels no shame in the whining because this is important. “I've had Walmart and thrift shop clothes my whole life. I want some nice stuff!”

“Hang on, hang on,” Charlie says, holding her hands out, and this time Dee knows Charlie's working really hard at not giggling. “You're taller than me, but you're also thinner than me, which means anything we put on you that we already have is going to look funny, so let's go to Walmart to get a few basics and necessities, then we'll head over to the mall for some nicer stuff when you don't look like you just got off the plane and lost all your luggage, okay?”

“Oh,” Dee says, her mood changing quickly. “Yeah, I hadn't thought of that,” she says with a sheepish grin.

“I'm not tired anymore, so how about I go downstairs and start some breakfast while you shower and find something that fits at least sort of decently,” Charlie says, crawling off the bed.

Dee takes the opportunity to thoroughly check out Charlie's ass as she's crawling off the bed. “What if I get stuck in the shower for a while?” she asks, grinning up at Charlie.

Charlie snorts. “Well, I figured that was going to happen, which is why I'm going to make waffles, eggs, and sausage. It should take long enough that you'll get some alone time before I'm done.”

“Cool!” Dee says, nearly jumping out of bed, wincing a bit when her tits bounce a little harder than tits comfortably bounce. She makes a mental note to remember that, because ouch.

“Oh, and before you shower,” Charlie says, turning and pointing at Dee's crotch. “FYI; soap may be a sort of okay lubricant for anal play in the shower, but it doesn't feel good up inside your pussy.”

Dee feels like holding her pussy to protect it from the evil soap. “Uhm, yeah, thanks. Definitely good to know,” she says with a nod, her eyes wide. “Anything else I should know about showering?”

Charlie does her thinking face for a moment. “Use a little bit of my conditioner in your hair after you shampoo, but you don't use as much conditioner as you might think you need to, and you rinse it out,” Charlie instructs. “Oh, and in case the bright idea occurs to you, conditioner doesn't feel good inside your pussy either,” she says with a grimace.

Dee hopes these mental notes stick well. She'd hate to forget them. “Water or lube only, then?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Charlie says, nodding. “And when you wash your pussy, use soap on the outside and rinse. You don't have to freak out if a little goes between your labia because it's deeper inside that the soap burns. And that area takes care of itself anyway.”

“Cool!” Dee says, a grin spreading across her face. “See ya!” she chirps, waving and heading off to the bathroom.

“Wish I had a hidden video camera in there,” Charlie grumbles loudly from the other room.

Dee chuckles, then briefly wonders if she should set up Charlie's laptop to record her fun time, but the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she'd get some performance anxiety, so she makes another mental note to take a video next time.

She steps into the shower after checking that the temperature is right, then gets under the spray, letting it caress her hair, her new body. It feels amazing, but Dee has always loved showers. She kneads her breasts and gasps at the sensation of her wet breasts, the nipples a little hard from her arousal.

If she doesn't wash first, she'll be in here for hours, and she really wants waffles. And she really wants to go shopping for new clothes.

She soaps up her hair with Charlie's shampoo, loving the feel of her hair all soapy and falling down over her shoulders. The shampoo smells wonderful, stronger now that it's on her own head instead of what she smells when she kisses Charlie's head.

She scratches at her scalp, pulling all her hair together to feel the weight of it. She rinses it out, puts in some conditioner, and then Dee discovers she doesn't like the greasy feeling of it in her hair, so she rinses it out quickly.

Dee soaps up her body, trying not to spend much time on it, and she doesn't even touch her pussy with the bar of soap, too worried the soap's going to go inside, and she figures the soap running down her body when she rinses off will take care of the washing between her legs.

Once she's rinsed off the soap, she trails her fingers down her belly, over her wet pussy, then pushes her finger in to play with her clit. It feels wonderful in the shower other than the fact that rubbing her clit felt smoother when it was her own slick or Charlie's spit instead of the water.

She slides her index finger down further, pushes into her hole. She thinks of Charlie getting her strap-on and fucking her, and her clit twitches as she thinks about it. Dee doesn't know if she's ready for something as big as the dildo Charlie had been using on her before her body had changed, but she definitely wants to try.

Dee uses her index finger to gently push and rub on her clit as her middle finger slides into her hole. She doesn't fingerfuck herself, just lets the movement of her index finger jostling her middle finger do the trick. She feels herself getting close even though she's barely touched herself.

She puts her left hand on the tiles so she doesn't fall, remembering how hard she'd come hours earlier. Dee tries to find a rhythm that she likes, tries flicking back and forth, then up and down, then tries pushing down on her clit and massaging deeply.

Dee decides flicking back and forth feels great and should get her off, so she speeds up, her mouth falling open and her nails scratching the tile. Her thighs are shaking, and she's not even trying to think of anything in particular to get herself off, just enjoying what she's doing to herself.

She starts panting, a keening noise coming from her as she goes even faster. It hits her suddenly, and she locks her knees to keep from falling as it crashes over her hard. When she feels her pussy contracting around her fingers, she gasps and pushes harder, a sound like a sob coming from her throat as she grits her teeth and rides out her orgasm.

“Mmm, that's never gonna get old,” she pants, her legs shaking.

She rinses off again, splashing a little water at her pussy to clean herself again. She turns off the water and towels off, gasping when the towel touches her nipples.

“That's new,” she says, amazed how sensitive her nipples are.

They've been more sensitive since this new body, and they've always been somewhat sensitive, but she doesn't remember them getting nearly untouchable after orgasm before, and she smiles at the sensation as she wraps the towel around herself.

Dee wraps another towel around her hair, then walks into their room. She looks through her clothes, searching for a pair of old sweatpants she knows have a drawstring. She pulls them on, and even though they're big, she's able to tie them enough to keep them up.

She searches through her shirts and finds one that used to be a bit snug, but it's also very soft. She pulls it over her head and puts on a pair of Charlie's flat shoes, noticing her feet are longer than Charlie's, but the shoes aren't overly uncomfortable.

After giving her hair a scrubbing with the towel, she tosses the towel in the bathroom and heads downstairs. The smells coming from the kitchen are amazing.

“No way in hell you're wearing that,” Sam bellows, startling her.

She hadn't seen Sam, but now that Dee looks over at the table, she sees Sam is sitting there with his eyes wide and his lips in a tight, thin line. She looks down at her clothes, her arms going out to her sides, then looks back up at Sam, a confused expression on her face.

“Oh!” Charlie squeaks, then goes back to arranging the food on the plates, a smile on her face. “I'll give her a jacket, Sam,” she says, then giggles.

“Do I have to go with you guys so I can kick some ass?” Sam asks, a tone to his voice that says he's ready to defend Dee's honor.

Dee smiles, getting a kick out of Sam being protective of her. “I can still kick your ass, little brother,” she says.

“I'll believe it when it happens,” Sam says with a smirk.

“Oh, dude, you're on,” Dee says, feeling a flare of excitement over the challenge.

“After breakfast,” Charlie says in a chiding tone, setting their plates down on the table.

“No way,” Dee says, looking at Charlie like she's said cheeseburgers have been banned in all fifty states. “We're going shopping!”

Charlie chuckles. “Fine, then, after breakfast and after we get you new clothes.”

“I do want to train,” Dee says seriously, pouring syrup on her waffles and cutting them up. “I don't really know what this body can do, but I already feel pretty well-oriented for day-to-day shit.”

“So you're not having balance problems or anything so far?” Sam asks, his 'this is really interesting' face on.

“I had some trouble, but, oh damn, these waffles are good, baby,” Dee says, moaning around the mouthful of food.

Sam grimaces. “That's no more attractive than it was when you were a dude,” he grumbles.

Then Sam takes a bite of his waffles and gets what Dee calls Sam's orgasm face, but she really hopes she never has the opportunity to find out if that's really his orgasm face or not.

“Charlie, you have to share this recipe,” Sam says. Well, he actually moans the words.

“It's a really basic recipe, but sure, I'll share,” Charlie says with a big smile.

“If it's a basic recipe, then it's probably more about how you make it and how long you cook them, at what temperature and all,” Sam says, shoving more waffles in his face.

Dee grins at Sam's enthusiasm as she shovels her own waffles into her face. “Maybe I should go shopping and leave you two to exchange recipes,” she says, still with a mouthful of food.

“Aww!” Charlie whines. “I wanna go!” she says, her lips forming a pout that Dee wants to kiss.

“All right, all right,” Dee says, waving her fork at Charlie, then pointing it at Sam. “Do you wanna go too, Francis?” she asks.

Sam winces. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “You're gonna drag me into the changing rooms with you, and then I'll get arrested on the way out after scaring everyone with my raging boner.”

Dee laughs so hard she snorts. “Poor little Sammy,” she says with an evil grin.

Sam looks her in the eye, his face stern. “But you're wearing a jacket until you get a bra,” he says to Dee.

Dee flutters her eyelashes. “Do my nipples show?” she asks innocently, then gasps. “Are they hard right now?” she asks as she thrusts her chest out.

Sam squeezes his eyes shut, obviously trying to keep from getting that raging boner as well as keeping himself from looking at said nipples. “Yes, they show. And it'll be your fault if I have to break some guy's nose for checking you out.”

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Next: Part 8