"I want to be a vagina." It was the most private and intimate part of a woman. You'd be privy to everything.
"We can arrange that. Now please fill out this form." The woman handed over a form.
Quickly you scanned it. A lot was legal mumbojumbo you'd already read up on. The second part however was more interesting.
It was a simple list of questions that needed to be answered.
Do you want to feel: Yes. You roll your eyes, such a stupid question. Who wouldn't want to feel everything a vagina felt.
Please note the senses you will keep: Smell, hearing, taste, touch. Did you forget anything? You want to experience it all.
Communication. This one actually gave you pause. Being able to communicate seemed like it would be a good thing. Even if it wasn't something a normal vagina could and who would you communicate to. You picture your host sitting on her bed, legs spread wide while you talk about your experiences. TV on in the background. You get all hot just thinking about it. But you wanted life as a vagina and vagina's couldn't talk. Choices. You ultimately decide to compromise. You write down. 'Can talk if allowed by host.' Yeah, that sounds hot.
How you want to be treated? What kind of dumb question is that? You want to be a vagina so you should be treated like a vagina.
Mobility. You were about to write 'lol, I'm a pussy, wtf am I going to do?' But then you hesitate. Actually, mobility might be nice. Not getting around obviously, but moving her vagina muscles when she least expects it to. You can picture it, a woman in a meeting. You in her panties and then you start grinding her labia, making her hot. You write it down, can control muscles related to the vagina.
You look the paper over again, making sure you filled out every part. Satisfied you hand the paper back. The woman looks it over and nods.
"Okay, this looks in order. So do you have a recipient in mind or should we pick one for you?"
Technically, you didn't really care. But you were afraid of ending up as someone you didn't like. But the thought of it being random was also very attractive. So ultimately you made a list. A list of nice hot girls you worked with. You feel around in your pocket and pull out a piece of paper handing it over to the woman. She looked at the paper and squinted.
"I'm sorry, but what's that name here?"
"Sandra"
The woman took another good look. "Okay, I think we can work with this. Now it's important to know that if a girl on this paper already has a person inside your target bodypart the transference will fail, in which case we will try again with the next name on the list. Are you sure you want to do this."
"Yes!" You exclaim almost too loudly.
The woman gets up and pulls out a syringe from a cabinet behind her. "Okay. Congratulation. This will be the start of a new life for you."
She walks over and sticks it into your arms. You barely even feel it.
Your body is tingling all over and the world seems to lose focus. You panic. "Whas hapning" you slur.
"Don't worry, this is completely normal. Most people freak out at this part."
It feels like your body is melting. You hold up your hand, your fingers are shrinking. You feel yourself sinking into the chair as the world slowly gets darker. Soon the desk the woman started behind looms over you as the world becomes completely dark.
You wake. At least, you think you're awake. The world is still dark. You can't feel your arms or legs. Something is clinging to your form, which feels completely unlike your old body. You can feel your mouth though, actually your mouth is the only familiar body part you currently feel. You have a weird taste in your mouth and a strong musty smell permeates you. You want to scream from happiness. You're a vagina! It worked!
You wonder who you ended up with. You wanted it to be a surprise, so you told no one. In your mind flashes a ton of possibilities. You could keep your presence hidden for now and just tease her a little. Or you could get her attention now. Or maybe you should just wait for her to go to the toilet or change underwear and then scare her by talking. You're so excited, you can barely contain yourself. You want to jump up and down, but you can't. You're just a pussy after all.