Jane grasped the rigid fleshy rod, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She resumed caressing her 'organ', initially slowly, but quickly progressed to a frustrating pumping motion. After a couple of minutes, her wrist started aching. She stopped and opened her eyes, looking down at the growth - it seemed completely inert. She could feel her hands moving up and down it, but there was none of the sensitivity or heat that has been associated with her clitoris when it was handled.
Jane sat back down on the toilet, closed her eyes again and took a few deep breathes, urging her body to calm itself. There was no change to her crotch - the 6-inch of turgid flesh remained, half-clitoris, half-penis, all her. As she relaxed her lower body, she felt the need to urinate. As it trickled out, she realised her urethra was still in its original place. Wiping herself after finishing, she probed her female sex - everything *seemed* normal (well, as normal as a woman can be when her precious love button has been transformed into a lifeless demi-cock).
Rising from the toilet seat, Jane attempted to pull her silk underwear back up. They came up most of the way, but her new member refused to be tamed by the tight-fitting garment. Resigned, she pulled them back down and popped them in her bag. She'd have to go commando and hope nobody noticed anything strange. Gingerly, she left the cubicle - the room was still empty. Staring at herself in the mirror, she took another deep breath, deciding what to do.
The amulet in her hand still pulsed a soft, red colour...