"Jen!"
I jumped at the sound of her voice, lost my balance, and fell back against a wall with a *SPLAT*.
"Jen, is are you okay? Who's over there?" Danna called from her stall.
I picked myself back up, mulling it over.
How was I supposed to respond? My pills rewrote reality, so... maybe it's normal for Tyler to be a chick packing a dick as thick as a human torso... And roughly as long...
I shook my head. I'll... just play it cool.
"I'm fine. It's just Tyler."
"What?!? What's that crackhead doing in here?"
...Fuck.
"I- I don't know... It looks like she was jacking off."
"That's disgusting! What a fucking pervert! We need to go to the princip- Wait... Did you just say she?"
"Y-yeah..." I spoke, trying to hide the mild panic in my voice.
"Tyler's a dude!"
Okay. So this is very not normal. My mind was swimming again. How did Tyler turn into a dickgirl, why hadn't reality adjusted to those changes, and why did I think she/he looked so hot?
My face warmed at the last thought.
I wasn't into that... was I?
I'd never really thought about it.
I am aroused.
Did that make me gay?
I hadn't ever felt that way before.
Maybe it's just hormones.
I am horny.
I don't know.
Aroused.
What would my parents say?
I want to suck it.
I must.
I must su–
"Jennifer!" The feeling of Danna's hand brought me back to reality. "We need to go to the principal!"
"Right..." I gulped, staring straight ahead, still reeling from my sudden fit of arousal. I heard a shuffling in the stall, and extended my neck back up to check on the... thing.
Huge mistake.
Right as my head crested over the stall, my face met a puff of musky vapor, straight from the dickhead that was now pointing right at me.
I recoiled, coughing and sputtering.
"Jesus Christ, are you okay?" Danna seemed so... distant... Her voice sounded odd... but I couldn't tell how...
I could feel myself melting, sloshing around in my pseudo-skin before dissolving into a pile of clothes and protoplasm.
‘C'mon, keep it together, Jennifer.’ I thought to myself, trying to regain control of myself. ‘Concentrate on something... Anything!’
THE COCK! The voice in my head screamed, diverting my concentration from my body... to... cock... my body liked the cock.
Wanted to go to the cock.
Wanted to cover the cock.
My body sloshed under the door, eagerly lapping up any residual semen, pushing my desire even further. With primal will, my body forced itself up to the height of Tyler's phallus, and began pulling myself onto it.
I spread out, coating the whole rod with my goop. Like a slimy, fleshy condom. I could feel every inch of it. Every pulse, twitch, and swell was known to me, feeding my perpetual arousal.