"Well," said Monica, "you definitely have SOMEthing there; just not what I'd hoped."
Damon prodded a finger at the spot where Monica had been looking. There were two spots on the belly of his fishtail where his scales parted, one for his pee-hole and one for his anus. Both holes were tiny and flanked by a pair of fins; but at least touching the upper one felt kind of good.
Still, the fact that he didn't seem to have a dick anymore had Damon crestfallen. "I don't think we can have sex while I'm like this," he said, his voice overcome with sadness. "We can't get married if we can't have sex!"
"Oh, Damon!" said Monica, her voice now emotional too. "Marriage is about more than just sex! I love you!"
"I love you too, but..." Damon's voice trailed off.
"But nothing. You're the only one for me. And... I think we should still try."
"Try what?"
"Sex, of course," said Monica. "We don't know for sure that we can't have it until we try."
"But... I don't have a penis..."
"Two girls can have sex without a penis," Monica pointed out.
"Oh yeah."
"Look, let's just start kissing and... see what happens, okay?"
Damon nodded. "Okay." And so the two lovers embraced and started kissing.