Given the large alien limb between your legs, a slender, feminine hand with long fingers and polished nails, you have to spread your legs out a bit to comfortably sit down on the toilet. The lapse of anatomical knowledge results in wide spray of urine, drips of piss landing in the palm of your third hand. You jerk back in disgust, and try to slow the flow. By the time you're done however, you need to wash up again, your thighs and new addition wet with urine.
"Crap," you say. As you hop out of the toilet and into the bathroom.
Lilah laughs at you as she sees you. "Had an accident?"
You glare at her. "You knew about this, didn't you? Thanks for not telling me," you respond upon watching her sly grin.
Washing up is easy though. Just stick your third hand out and rub soap on it with your original pair. Rinse with cold water, while making sure not to actually splash anything on your sensitive pussy.
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Walking with your new equipment is awkward. It occurs to you how little you've actually gone out since your discovery of the magic weapon. It feels like you're constantly rubbing your thumb and pinky finger against the inner sides of your thighs, and you have to keep the remaining fingers flat on top of your crotch, unmoving, so the bulge in front of your jeans doesn't look too unshapely. You can feel wetness right at the tips of your index, middle, and ring finger as your pussy is gradually leaking more and more of your feminine juices into your shorts. You figure that, by the time you're at Lilah's place, the leaking will be visible as a spot on your jeans as well.
Lilah grins at your misfortune, as you awkwardly make your steps as wide as you can without looking like a drunkard, holding hands with your date of tonight. Barring her boobs, which she had upgraded considerably with a (luckily) temporary trade that cost me my cock. You really hope Natalie wants to trade it back with you as soon as you arrive. Start from scratch, and see how it goes from there. Ohh, how good a pussy felt between your legs. The comfort of not having a boner during completely random times of the day. Still, you know from experience that when walking, a boner typically subisdes, and the blood in your veins runs down to your legs more instead. With your pussy, the feelings of wetness remain even as you attempt to walk off the arousal.
Besides that, you've got other problems with Natalie's equipment.
Ever since your first girlfriend in college, you have kept your cock and balls clean and properly trimmed. The first few times caused some itches, but after a couple more shaves and trims, you started getting used to a hairless crotch. You wouldn't argue that Natalie's pussy was unkempt, but with the hairs on the lips of her snatch scratching against your own thighs, you discovered that the reverse also caused itching.
"I shouldn't have let you agree with her deal," you tell Lilah regretfully as you make your way through a rather busy street. You've got a tennis bag hanging over your shoulder, the sword inside of it. Your hands are clutching the bag's strap as you shoulder yourself past the crowd, with Lilah to your other side.
"Shush, you." She scoffs. "I trust her. And I bet her boyfriend wants her to change back as well. He's coming with. Nat wanted to invite him over as well, and he agreed."
"I see," you mutter, as you glance over to Lilah. "I wonder what he's like."