I looked at Karyn and decided I wanted to see how her new anatomy worked.
"I wish Karyn was wearing more casual clothes."
Karyn's working shoes were replaced by a pair of small, heeled boots. Her pants vanished up to her knees where a black skirt dropped down, and her shirt and apron made way for a tank top. As a final touch, the outer edges of her slit were now covered in dark pink lipstick. Karyn didn't say anything to avoid talking with her vagina.
"I wish we were sitting at a restaurant."
After a brief, disorienting flash of light I found myself sitting at a table on a fake leather bench in a cheap restaurant. Karyn sat in front of me, feeling her surroundings, rubbing her hands on the table and the bench to get an idea of her surroundings.
"Thon, pheephle are gonna thee me." Karyn hissed at my general direction.
"So what? You're just a normal woman."
Karyn put her lips together in an attempt of a frown.
We were interupted by a waitress. She was using a black cane that matched her outfit to navigate. I knew these used to be white to distinguish them, but I guess since all women were blind these days there was no need to make a distinction. The woman had a smaller slit than Karyn and seemed to have made no effort to clean her juices which ran down her chest, leaving her cleavage glinstening and forming a dark spot on her shirt. "Hello anth pheltome thoo our thumphle cophee thauphe. Whaph woulth you lithe thoo other thophay?"
I wiped the woman's spittle off my face and took a look at the menu. It seemed there were two rows for each menu item, one in regular text and one in braille, presumably for women.
"I'd like the fish, and I'd like a hamburger for my girlfriend. Oh and I'd like two vanilla milkshakes, please."
"Pherry well. We'll phe wiff you in a theconth."
Karyn bent over the table at me. "Thon, I can'ff eaff like fiss. Phleafe thanse me baph."
"Nonthense," I teased, "of course you can eat like this. I wish Karyn hasn't eaten all day."
Karyn's stomach rumbled and she let out a whimper.
Then..