Dusty continued to dry herself off. Finishing with her breasts, she moved down her body, making sure to dry everything off, until she met up with her groin.
Due to his condition, Dustin's male genitals had been slowly regressing into a vagina over the last few years. In fact, it was only when this started happening that her parents had to come clean about her extremely rare Chromosomal Disorder, now known as Dustin's Disease. Before then she just thought that all both boys and girls had penises... But... No, that didn't make any sense, he had always known about vaginas. Dustin remembered sneaking out behind the old olk tree in the school's playground during recess to look at Playboys that his friend stole. But Dusty thought that she was mostly a girl by that point, so why would she-?
Dusty dropped the towel as a migraine rocked throughout her skull, she cought herself of the shower drapes and clutched her pounding head. It's so hard to focus with these conflicting memories. She has two entire lives trapped inside of his/her head constantly fighting each other. This can't be real, he/she thought, they can't both be real, that doesn't make any sense, one of these memories has got to be fake!
Dusty looked down at her crotch. It was still in the process of turning into a vagina. Her testicles had long ago moved up inside of her body, though they weren't ovaries yet. A moist pink slit had formed in their place, and while she could stick her fingers in and could feel pleasure from it, it was tight and half formed, and lacked any lips. Her penis had shrunk and had become pink and sensitive. And her foreskin had started to more closely resemble a clitoral hood. Though it was definitely more of a micro penis than a clitoris. It was far smaller than a normal penis, but way bigger than a clit, and she still had a defined head and urethra. Sometimes, if she tried really hard, she could still pee standing up, though most of the time she just ends up making a mess so she had relegated herself to sitting down. And sometimes, if she tried really, really hard, she could even get an erection. Not that it could ever please a woman, but it made the Dustin side of his/her brain a little less horrified at his situation.
Dusty frowned, and her frown grew across her face until it burst like a dam. Confusion and conflict was scrawled onto her face in a scowl of tears and anger. She didn't know what to think about her half formed genitals. Half of her couldn't wait for them to finish changing so she could finally get a boyfriend without fearing what they would think if they saw it. But the other half was horrified and just wanted it to change back.
Her head hurt again. Which is real, she thought, which one? Am I Dustin or Dusty? She wasn't even sure anymore, she didn't have a clue. Both halves of her wanted to be the real one, and had begun to hate the other side for supposedly causing this pain. This self loathing hurt more than anything else. But really, the hate was just disguised fear that she was the fake.
Ty knows, Dusty decided, Ty knows which life is real. Not only that, but he must have also caused this, somehow. That declaration was the only thing that both halves of her could agree on, so it was the only thing that she could think of without her brain tearing itself apart. Friday, at the dance, she would have her foster brother all to herself. Then, she told herself, she would get her answer. And maybe some vengeance on the side. The male half of her brain thought up a number of twisted, violent retributions to inflict onto Ty.
Suddenly, Dusty's muddled train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Ty moaning loudly in the next room.
"Are you okay in there?" Dusty called.
"... yeah..." Ty blissfully responded.