Alterations: Trial Period Ch. 03

"I can't believe I agreed to go on a date like this," Seema said into her glass. She blew bubbles of frustration into the wine.

Veronica threw open Seema's closet doors. "The date is on Friday and it's only Tuesday. We've got loads of time to figure this out."

"I have to hide it," Seema said, beginning to count the issues with her fingers. "I can't wear the same outfit every day. Most of what I have either won't fit or won't conceal it. I can't afford to buy a whole new wardrobe that I only need for a month, which by the way is the reason I'm in this mess in the first place. And what if he wants to - what if he tries to - I mean I want to, but I can't let him see -"

V turned around and gently grabbed Seema's face, squeezed her lips into a silly pucker. "Seems. We'll make it work. Loosen up. Drink your wine and we'll go through your clothes again."

She sighed, gulped down her glass, and refilled. Her phone vibrated, but she didn't recognize the number and dismissed the call. Probably spam. Lots of that lately.

Seema watched Veronica pull out hangers and folded bundles. They'd already done this on Sunday to put together an outfit that would work for Monday's classes, but she just didn't have a lot of options that fit. Today she wore the same outfit again and she knew people noticed.

She sat on the edge of her bed, kicking her feet, wearing only her sunset-coloured dress. The moment she'd got home she'd stripped out of her tights - the only thing she owned that accommodated her new anatomy without squishing painfully. Instead they were just uncomfortable.

V was right, though. Seema should try to keep calm. Only twenty-six days left of the medical trial, then her body would be back to normal and she'd be paid enough to cover all her expenses for the next two years.

Only twenty-six days left with her penis and testicles. Seema shifted her legs.

Veronica, bundles of clothes in hand, looked over her shoulder and smirked. "Manspreading, Seems?"

"It's more comfortable!" she pouted. "I didn't believe it before, but it is."

V rolled her eyes. "Whatever. How about these?" She held up a pair of looser-fitting jeans.

Seema shook her head. "Tried them. No room in the crotch."

"Maybe you should buy some menswear."

"No, it's only for a month."

"Okay, what about these?" V held out a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Nope. You can see the shape of my dick."

"Through your underwear?"

"My underwear is too tight."

"Dresses? Skirts?"

Seema shrugged. "Maybe. I'm still getting used to how different fabrics feel. First tries were too, um, exciting."

Veronica rolled her eyes again. "Guys wear clothes over their dicks all the time without getting hard."

"Because they're used to it! This is new to me. I can barely touch it without getting turned on."

"Okay. Get up." V took Seema's hands and lifted her. "You're wearing a dress right now. Walk around. Do normal stuff. Get used to it."

"Right. Okay. That makes sense," Seema agreed. She smoothed her dress down the front. Without the tights, it only bulged a little. Hardly noticeable. She tried not to think about how it felt.

V led her down two flights of stairs. Seema's rental townhouse was too big and too empty since her ex moved out, but when she got the rest of the pay for the medical trial, she'd be able to cover the rent on her own and put away savings.

"Our goal for this week is to get you to a point where you can wear a skirt or a dress on your date," V was saying.

"Okay," Seema agreed.

"Too bad it's winter and we can't do this outside," V said, frowning at the white out the window. She refilled her wine glass, turned around, and started back up the stairs.

"But the point is that I can't go outside in just a dress yet." Seema followed up the steps, unable to keep her eyes from the way Veronica's leggings clung tight inside every curve of her cute little butt. "When I get turned on -"

V stopped and Seema almost ran into her. "When?" V teased.

"I mean if," Seema corrected, face hot.

"Seems, were you staring at my butt?"

"What? No."

V leaned, thrust her ass toward Seema, rotated her hips and flexed her glutes. "I think you were."

Seema took a step back, reached out, and slapped V's ass. "Get that out of my face," she laughed.

"Mmm," V gasped and bit her lip, "Do that again." She tugged her waistband down, exposed her pale, shapely little butt.

She felt a tingling heat run from the base of her penis up the shaft, sensed her pulse in her balls. "Veronicaaa," Seema hissed. "This isn't helping."

"It's training," V replied. "You're gonna see butts when you go out. Look and try not to get hard."

V continued up the stairs, slowly, peeling her leggings down and stepping out of them, allowing the motion to roll her hips and her ass hypnotically. Seema couldn't pull her eyes away from the toned lines of the runner's legs. She could feel herself getting hard.

She shook her head and swept her dress under her to sit down on the step. She closed her eyes and breathed deep. Seema would not get an erection. She wouldn't. Think of something else, she told herself. Talk to Veronica... but V would need a distraction too, at this rate.

"V," Seema began, eyes still closed, "What's gotten into you?"

That made V pause. "Me?" Veronica asked.

"You keep trying to seduce your best friend," Seema said, and then it all came out, what she'd been thinking about for days. "I mean, it was a great weekend, but don't you think it's weird how you've been so into my... you know...? We've always been friends and it's never been sexual, but now we can barely keep our hands off each other. I know I mentioned this a little on the weekend, but you didn't want to talk about it, and it's been bothering me. For me I can just blame my d- the effects of the medical trial. But what's going on with you?"

Seema kept her eyes closed. V was quiet. Seema hoped she hadn't made things too weird, but at least worrying was calming her erection.

"I have thought about it, you know," V said finally, somewhere above and behind Seema on the stairs. "It is weird. You know how much I like sex, but I've never really been the initiator, and now I'm teasing you and stripping and masturbating to turn you on. It's not like you've changed much. You didn't come on to me. You even tried to hide it from me, which - well, we've been over that."

Something touched Seema's hip. She jumped - but it was only V's foot sliding past. Then her other, on the other side. V sat on the step behind, with Seema between her legs. Her bare legs. Still naked below the waist.

"Honestly I'm not really sure why I needed your cock as soon as I saw it," V continued. "Or why I was zero percent sexually interested in you before and a hundred and fifty percent now."

"Not helping," Seema said, trying to keep herself drawn in to avoid touching V's legs.

"Maybe it's some kind of side effect. Maybe you have pheromones or something."

Seema frowned. She didn't know much about that side of biochemistry, but she was pretty sure human pheromones weren't a thing? Or if they were, they didn't change people this much.

"So what I've been thinking," V said, more confident now, "Is that we both know this is temporary. In a month -"

"Twenty-six days," Seema corrected.

"Your dick will be gone. Sure it's kind of weird, but we both enjoy it, we're being safe, it's just a bit of fun between friends. It's a win-win with no downsides, and afterwards we go back to normal."

Seema squished the stair carpet under her fingers. "Will we?"

V squeezed Seema's shoulders, reached around her collarbone for a hug. "I'm sure I'll miss your cock," V said huskily into her ear, "But when you don't have a dick I'll have to get it elsewhere, just like before, and we'll be boring, average, ordinary best friends again with regular people problems."

Seema snorted. "I guess we are kind of boring. The most exciting thing we ever do is movie nights."

"Movie night was pretty exciting on Saturday," Veronica whispered into Seema's ear.

Seema snorted and shoved V's face back. Her hands drifted to the bottom of her dress, where she kneaded the fabric. "What if... it... doesn't go away? The trial has a two percent chance of 'lingering effects'."

"You always worried too much." V rubbed Seema's shoulders under the straps of her dress. "That means a ninety-eight percent chance you'll be back to normal. Practically guaranteed."

"I guess," Seema agreed reluctantly.

"And until then..." V's hand drifted across Seema's shoulder. Her fingers brushed Seema's neck, slid teasingly down her chest, over the dress, toward Seema's belly. V's legs slid closer, embracing Seema's waist, pulling them together, and Seema could feel through the back of her dress that V was already wet.

That twinge again, deep in her balls. "V," Seema sighed, "What about my date?"

"I was thinking I get you off as many times as I can before you go, and then hopefully your cock'll be too tired to get up for Darren."

"I mean I shouldn't be fucking my best friend while I'm seeing a boy."

"Why not?"

Seema twisted around, looked up at V's face to see a hungry expression in her eyes and lips, an expression that made Seema feel wanted in the best way. "You're normally so against cheating."

"It wouldn't be cheating." V's hands stopped; her voice was firm. "You haven't talked exclusivity."

"Just because we haven't talked about -"

"You haven't even been on a date yet."

"Should I tell him?"

V laughed. "About your cock? No way!"

Seema pretended to fiddle with her dress again to hide the growing evidence of her condition. "I don't want to lie. We've known each other for a year and a half. He can tell when something's bothering me."

One of V's hands withdrew; the other rested casually on Seema's breast, as though her firming nipple poked through her dress and ended up between V's fingers completely by accident. "You shouldn't tell him because it'll be gone in a month."

"Twenty-six days," Seema corrected again.

"Whatever. Just keep to your original plan and don't let him know. I'm serious about my offer, by the way. Anything to help my bestie."

It was more tempting than Seema cared to admit. Her libido skyrocketed since she'd taken that pill. She spent the weekend fucking V. On Monday and today she'd barely managed the bumpy bus ride without getting hard from the feel of her clothes on her dick, and she'd even had to run out of classes to take care of herself in the bathroom. So, yes, she wanted to accept V's 'help'. At least, part of her did. The part that had been dominating her thoughts and behaviour and desires far more than she'd expected. The part she was afraid might show on her date.

"What if I can't help myself with Darren and he finds out about my penis and he hates it?"

V raised an eyebrow. "What if he likes it?"

Seema blinked, stunned.

"What if he sees your cock and he loves it?" V asked. The pitch of her voice had dropped. "You still have your pussy. What would it feel like for him to fuck you while you rub your cock?"

Damn it. That actually hadn't occurred to Seema, and now she couldn't stop imagining it. "Probably that would feel incredible," she grumbled. She looked down at her lap and complained: "You were supposed to be training me not to get an erection."

Behind Seema's back came the rhythmic sound of something very wet. "Well," said V, "Since you're hard anyway..."

Seema did her best to resist. She squeezed her eyes shut, gripped the hem of her dress tight, began counting backward from one hundred.

She only made it to ninety-six before she turned around and hitched up her dress.

Her erection bounced as it fell free, its thick, slight curve pulsing with her heartbeat. Seema half-fell forward onto the stairs and onto Veronica, whose eyes were locked on Seema's penis.

V reached out, cupped one hand around Seema's butt and one under her balls. Her palm cradled beneath, tickling gently, as her fingers ran between Seema's legs and down her labia.

"This is the last time," Seema breathed.

"Sure," V smirked.

Seema didn't bother to argue. She thrust her hips forward, ground her dick back and forth over V's clean-shaven soft skin. She pulled back to let the head of her cock slide between V's lips, to feel the wet heat, ready to plunge -

The doorbell rang.

Seema jumped up, tugged her dress down over her erection, stumbled and nearly fell down the stairs. "What the fuck!" she gasped.

The doorbell rang again, then a heavy knock pounded. "Hello? Seema?" a woman's voice called, muffled by the door. "I'm from the company, about your contract."

The company? The medical trial. Seema swivelled back to V, eyes wide. "I have to get this," she hissed.

"Okay."

"But I'm -"

"Do some squats and think about, I don't know, watching golf," V mumbled.

She tried one squat. Her ass bumped against the step behind her, and her erection pulled at her dress, but the sheer panic was helping a bit. "Coming," Seema called down.

V sighed. She stood, grabbed her leggings from where they lay on the steps, and headed up to the second floor, one hand still between her legs. "I'll keep myself warmed up for you," she said. "Don't be long."

Seema rushed down the stairs, a short way across the living room, and down a few more steps to the front door. She pressed herself up against it, trembled at the touch of cold metal, and peered through the peephole. There was a woman wearing a nice gray wool coat over cool blue medical scrubs, matching blue earmuffs over tied-back dirty-golden hair. She carried a small bag, and there was a logo pinned to her coat.

The abstract, swept-back logo of the company running Seema's medical trial. Okay, so this could actually be important.

Seema looked down the front of her dress. She'd been distracted and now cold enough for her penis to calm. A company representative was probably the last person she needed to worry about, but it didn't mean Seema wanted to meet her with a raging erection.

She took a breath, then unlocked and opened the door. She crossed her hands over the front of her dress, just in case."Hi," she said through her teeth and a frigid blast of winter air.

"Hello, my name is Ashri. Are you Seema?" asked the woman, extending a shivering hand.

Ashri's hand was ice-cold. It wasn't even that bad out, but from Ashri's accent, Seema guessed she must not be used to this kind of temperature. "Yes. Um, do you want to come in?"

"Thank you," Ashri smiled, teeth chattering. "I'm here to check up on you." She stepped in and pulled off her snow boots, but kept her coat. "You haven't been answering your phone."

"Sorry," Seema said. "There was no caller ID and I don't like to answer calls from numbers I don't recognize and I've been kind of busy with -"

Ashri laughed. "It's okay, I get it. You're aware that the contract for the medical trial included a follow-up exam after the pill, right?"

"Um," Seema said.

"Don't worry, it's just a quick check to make sure the medication worked correctly."

Seema showed Ashri up to the living room, where she grimaced at the disarray of folding chairs and V's air mattress, the bedding unmade and strewn with half-eaten bags of chips and empty wine glasses. She kicked the mattress away and cleared the chairs. "Okay. Please, sit. Sorry about the mess. Can I get you some tea?"

"That would be lovely. Black is fine, thank you."

"Can I take your coat?"

"No thank you, this won't take long."

Seema scurried to the kitchen to set the kettle to boil. She checked her dress, once again, to be safe. She was fine. Nothing to worry about. The real problem was the living room, in no state for guests. Luckily it had been a couple of days since she and V had used the mattress for movie night, and she'd at least washed the sheets...

Ashri had pulled a clipboard and a pen from her bag and sat cross-legged and straight-backed on one of the little folding chairs. "This won't take long," she said. "To be clear, I am a licensed nurse practitioner, and everything we discuss is covered under the confidentiality agreement in your contract."

"Okay," Seema replied. That did help. Somewhat.

She sat down opposite Ashri, adjusted her dress in a way she hoped was subtle. The way she'd sat all her life - legs tight together - was no longer comfortable without adjustment. She sat with her legs slightly parted, then settled her dress between her thighs to ensure nothing was visible.

Ashri tapped her clipboard with her pen. "Okay. The pill worked as expected? You've developed a penis and testicles in place of your clitoris and ovaries, and retained your vagina?"

Seema flushed at such a direct question. "Um, yes."

"The new anatomy appears normal?"

"Yes." Just get through it, she told herself. Don't think about the way Ashri's hair frames her face or how her bust was maybe too big for her scrubs.

"No pain, nausea, indigestion, unusual discharge, or cramping?"

Seema frowned, thinking back to the first day. "Um, I woke up very late with a headache and very thirsty."

Ashri made a note. "Dehydration, noted. How late?"

"I slept, um... eight hours later than usual."

"Extended sleep. Also noted. No other side effects or difficulties?"

She shifted on her seat. "No. Well. It's been hard to find clothes that fit in my closet."

Ashri laughed. "Noted." She looked up, focused on Seema with bright, curious eyes. "Everything is fully functional?"

Seema went hot again. "Um. Yes."

"Any difficulty urinating?"

"Um... no, just took some getting used to."

"Have you successfully initiated and maintained erection?"

Seema looked down and tugged at her dress. "Um, I don't..."

Ashri's dark, still-cold hand touched Seema's knee, and Seema flinched. "It's just paperwork. All I need is yes, no, or not applicable."

From the kitchen, the kettle whistled. "I'll get your tea," Seema said as she jumped out of her chair.

She dropped tea bags into the first two mugs she could reach and focused on clearing her mind as she poured the water. It had been hard enough to talk about this with V, and now she had to tell a stranger about her erections?

But Ashri was a real medical professional and this was all confidential. Just a standard check-up, Seema insisted to herself, just like going to a regular doctor. It was only uncomfortable because of the specific, unusual topic.

She took three deep breaths and brought the tea out. "Sorry," Seema said, "It's still... I'm not used to this yet."

"Of course, I understand," Ashri said, accepting the mug. "Most of the patients I've interviewed have had at least a little difficulty adapting. It's a big change."

"It is," Seema agreed. She took another deep breath. "Okay. We can keep going."

"You can take another minute, if you like."

"It's okay."

Ashri nodded and readied her pen. Those bright eyes were captivating. "We left off on... Have you successfully initiated and maintained erection?"

One more deep breath. With her eyes closed, Seema replied: "Yes."

"Have you successfully ejaculated?"

Seema squirmed, though keeping her eyes closed helped. "Yes."

"Have you attempted sexual activity?"

Deep breath. "... yes."

"Any difficulties?"

"... no."

"Side effects?"

She hesitated. "What do you mean by side effects?"

Ashri tilted her head. "Anything different from normal. A rise in libido is to be expected, but if you're asking, it sounds like there's something else?"

She fidgeted with the fabric of her dress in her lap. "I, um... Since the, change, I've been... attracted to women."

"Interesting," Ashri said. It sounded like she leaned forward. "I take it that means you were only attracted to men before?"

"Yes."

"Are you still?"

"Yes."

"But also women, now."

"Yes."

"Hm. Noted."

Seema heard a snapping sound. She opened her eyes to find that Ashri had clipped the pen to the board and was laying it down. "Okay," Ashri said, "That concludes the initial questionnaire. Now just a quick physical exam and I'll be on my way." She stood, took a sip of tea, and pulled on a pair of blue medical gloves.

Physical exam. Seema swallowed. She reminded herself that Ashri was a company representative and licensed nurse and she'd seen this plenty of times already. Just another average work day for her. Seema stood and gripped her dress, ready to lift.

Ashri stepped forward, blue-gloved hands held out in front of her. "There's nothing to worry about," she said with a gentle smile. "Just a quick look to confirm that everything is working as intended."

Of course Seema already knew everything was working as intended - Veronica could attest to that. Still, the company needed to confirm, for research and approval purposes. Seema considered whether she'd be better off with her eyes closed and decided it would be worse to be surprised. She took one more long breath and lifted her skirt. "Sorry I haven't shaved recently, I didn't need to before and now I'm nervous to -"

"That's okay. I've seen all kinds, yours is short and won't get in the way." Ashri crouched in front of Seema, the bottom of her gray wool coat touching the floor. "I'm going to start with a visual inspection. I'll ask before I touch you."

Seema nodded. An unbidden image of Ashri leaning forward with her lips open jumped into Seema's head. She clamped her teeth together and ignored the thought.

Ashri leaned left and right, her bright eyes following the lines of Seema's soft, dark penis and testicles. She nodded, and one lock of blonde-ish hair fell from its tie. "Looks normal and healthy. Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Yes," Seema replied through gritted teeth.

"You seem tense," Ashri noted. "Would you like a break or to get through this quickly?"

"Quick."

"I'm going to move things just a bit to inspect the areas I can't see," Ashri explained. The cool, thin, rubbery-smooth glove felt intriguingly odd as Ashri's thumb and index finger gently gripped the shaft of Seema's penis and lifted. "Good," Ashri said. "Now I'm going to move the foreskin back to inspect the head."

Seema's grip on her dress tightened till her knuckles went white. This was still new to her, and Ashri was only the second person to see and touch Seema's penis. Her gut churned as though she was on a roller coaster that dipped suddenly.

Ashri's touch was light and professional, but Seema realized the feeling in her gut wasn't nausea. The tautness in her groin reached down her shaft. She opened her mouth to apologize -

"Don't worry, this is normal," Ashri anticipated.

"It is?"

"Yes. Your body is still getting used to your new anatomy, so it's easily excited."

"Okay," Seema said. Still holding her dress, she stared down her body at Ashri's blue-wrapped hands gently prodding her growing erection. From this angle, she could see a little bit down Ashri's scrubs top to the curve of one dark breast and a bright pink bra, and this time she couldn't help imagining Ashri's lips around the head of her cock.

"Very nice," Ashri murmured.

Seema's cock throbbed at the praise. "Nice?"

"Very normal," Ashri corrected. "I'm going to check your testicles now. You'll feel a little pressure. It won't hurt."

Ashri's fingertips brushed the skin of Seema's balls, and her legs trembled at the tickle. Ashri's still-cool hand enveloped one side, gave a gentle squeeze, then the other, another squeeze.

A bead of clear, thick liquid grew at the tip of Seema's cock, and her breath stopped as she noticed Ashri staring.

"Please place your feet shoulder-width apart," Ashri said. Something had changed in her voice, and her forehead and nose shone slightly with sweat.

Seema spread her legs, still holding up her dress. Her erection swayed, settled, and continued to pulse with her quickening heartbeat.

With one hand Ashri lifted and shifted Seema's balls to one side. She knelt further down and looked up between Seema's legs, touched the point where her testicles merged to her labia. "Your new and original parts all appear to be functioning as they should." Ashri leaned back on her heels, but stayed crouched, kept her eyes fixed on Seema's cock. "Everything looks great."

"Great?" Seema repeated.

"Medically speaking," Ashri clarified.

Ashri hadn't moved away, still stared, and Seema found she liked it. She could hardly believe she was thinking like this, but... "Did you, um," she began, voice trembling at first, then firming up, "Need to verify that it works properly?"

The nurse took a long moment to respond. "I don't... need to."

Seema licked her lips, shifted her feet, and by complete coincidence her erection ended up closer to Ashri's face. "Do you want to?"

Those beautiful bright eyes widened. Ashri wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Yes," she whispered.

With one hand Seema held her dress up to her stomach and with the other she reached for her cock. She gasped at her own touch, already worked up from Ashri's inspection, and began to stroke her shaft.

Ashri stared as if hypnotized, bright eyes following the tip of Seema's cock as it bounced up and down. Her hands flexed against her legs, crept up her thighs.

Seema dropped her dress, now held out of the way by the base of her penis. She spread her feet further apart, slid her other hand beneath to finger her lips and testicles even as she stroked her cock.

One of Ashri's hands rose to her collarbone, touched the bare skin in the V-neck of her scrubs. Her lips parted, moistened by her tongue. She tugged at her shirt collar, exposing the sweat-shining curves of her gorgeous dark breasts.

If only Ashri would lean forward just a little further. Seema imagined the woman's lips around the head of her cock, tongue swirling warm and wet. She could take a step forward...

But this was enough: Seema felt the pressure mounting, the sense of a hose about to burst. "I'm close," she breathed in warning.

Ashri nodded but did not move, only kept her bright eyes focused on Seema.

That did it. Seema's thighs trembled, her hips thrust forward, and she came through her hand and onto Ashri's face and chest. "Sorry, sorry," she gasped, even as she pumped out thick spurts into her hand and a few more drops onto Ashri.

To Seema's shock, Ashri licked her lips and smiled. "Mmm. Not bad." Then her face twisted: lips and brow turned to a deep frown. "I... shouldn't have done that."

A shiver rushed through Seema's body and she tugged her dress down over her softening, still dripping erection. Her face went hot again. "Me neither. Sorry."

The nurse stood and wiped her face and shirt with her gloves; luckily none landed on her wool coat. "It's all right. I mean that was unprofessional of me. I don't know..."

A roll of paper towel was still nearby, with the pile of snacks Seema had pushed aside. She grabbed the roll, tore off a few sheets, handed some to Ashri, and turned away to clean herself up. "Um, speaking of side effects... My straight best friend who's never been interested in me sexually can't get enough of m..." She trailed off, remembered V was just upstairs, and she grimaced again. Had she heard?

Behind her, Ashri scribbled a note. "Two women who wouldn't normally have sexual interest now do. Maybe it's nothing, but worth investigating. You'll have weekly checkups; this appointment was late, so your next will be Saturday."

The day after her date with Darren. "Okay..."

"It might not be me."

Seema paused, finally turned back around. "Why not?"

Ashri had packed her things, bundled herself back up in her coat, and downed her tea. "I have to think about whether I should be removed from your case after what happened today."

Seema didn't like it. Tough enough to show herself to a new person; she'd rather not have to do it with another whole new nurse. She understood, it made sense, but she didn't like it. Still, right now, she was more concerned about Veronica upstairs. "I'll, um, get the door," she said, implying Ashri out as politely as she could. "Thanks for checking in."

Ashri tugged on her boots, gave Seema a long, squinty look, then nodded and turned to the door. "I'll be in touch. Stop sending unknown phone numbers to voicemail, at least until the trial is over."

"Sure thing," Seema said, and closed the door behind Ashri.

Before she could even catch her breath, V came charging down the stairs, for some reason still naked below the waist. "Oh my god Seems. Oh my god!"

She groaned and sat on the landing above the front door. Her dress puffed out behind her; the bare tile under her balls and butt sent a shiver up her back. "What did you hear?"

"Everything! Oh my god that was hot. I masturbated to it."

"Ew," Seema lied.

V sat down beside her, legs apart so Seema could see how wet she still was. "So do you have like a magic cock that seduces everybody?"

Seema scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes at V.

"Seriously though. It worked on me. It worked on her." Veronica pumped her eyebrows and winked. "You should try it on Darren."

It took Seema way, way too long to say "Noooo..."

V grabbed Seema's penis and gently pulled up. "Let's go upstairs, you said we could do it one more time. We'll talk about Darren after. Or during, if you think that'd be fun."

Another wave of what am I doing rushed to the front of Seema's mind, but she was finding it easier to ignore those thoughts.