"Let me give you a handjob," Evan offered. "What? Are you serious?" She replied, blushing.
Evan shrugged, "It's not like I haven't given myself plenty of them with that already," he pointed toward Abigail's crotch and the new organ hidden under her skirt.
"I guess that makes sense. Let's go inside, though. There's no one else home so we'll have some privacy instead of sitting on the porch for the world to see."
"Makes sense," he agreed, following the goth girl into the house, up the stairs and into her room.
He was a bit surprised by the room and it must have shown on his face because Abigail commented, "I was a very girly girl when I was little and I never got around to painting the walls and stuff. The walls were pink with white stripes to match the white furniture. There were also posters of rock bands and a set of mostly dark colored makeup sat on a white vanity. In the middle of the room there was a white, four-poster bed that was probably part of young Abigail's princess fantasies.
"Why don't you take off your skirt and underwear and sit on the bed?" Evan suggested.
He could tell she was nervous, but the tent pulsing under her skirt also told him she was excited. If he was honest, he was excited too and he could feel a novel, yet pleasurable sensation coming from his new slit.
She had taken everything but her bra off and sat on the edge of the bed. Evan felt a longing that he'd never felt before and couldn't quite describe. "Are you sure? She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed. He smiled and nodded, getting on his knees in front of her and his former manhood. He leaned in and blew air on it, knowing just how sensitive it was. She shivered at the sensation.
"I have an idea," he said, trying to keep his voice steady to keep Abigail comfortable. She didn't say anything, but raised a curious eyebrow. "Would you agree to swapping our hands?" He offered, showing her his large, rough hands.
She nodded slowly. "Yeah, let's do it," she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Good!" A moment later he felt a tingle in his hands and they shrunk right before his eyes. His hands became small and cute, with black, shiny nail polish on each nail.
Grabbing a bottle of lotion off her nightstand, Evan applied some to his new hands and rubbed them together to warm them up. He had always been quite proud of his penis. It wasn't porn-star big, but it was long and thick. With his smaller hands he was able to hold it with both hands at the same time from the head to the base.
Slowly and tenderly, he worked his hands up and down her shaft. A moan escaped Abigail's lips. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, yes! Oh, yes!"
Evan smiled, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her and noticing an ache in his new pussy. "Faster, please!" She requested breathlessly. Evan moved his hands faster and faster, knowing exactly how his penis reacted and how to pleasure it.
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