Seth read the letter left on his bedstand a second time.
You wanted it raw? You get to bear the consequences! Love, Courtney.
That was all that his date left him. She took off with her clothes and with a pair of his shorts and jeans, leaving Seth to wake up alone a couple hours later, with a pussy, instead of a cock, between his transformed legs.
Lesson learned, he figured.
Regrettably, this would be his first time not doing a second round of sex with his date. He'd initially thought he had convinced Courtney on having unprotected sex with him, given that she told him she was on the pill. She seemed all too eager to agree. Perhaps Seth should have known this was some sort of trap. Witches like her existed everywhere in this community, taking every opportunity to take possession of someone else's cock.
Well, that's not how it worked exactly. If you wanted to keep your dick in your pants, wearing condoms was the way to go. With unprotected intercourse you always risked your genitals transforming. Or worse yet, your date walking out on you whilst you haven't swapped back yet.
No number Seth could call to contact Courtney.
It would have to be another one-night stand. With a girl who had a nice cock she wanted to get rid of.
Resigned, Seth crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, and tossed it over to his trash bin. There was no use crying over spilled milk. Things like these happening was natural. It never came easily to him though. His thighs were sticky from his own semen seeping out from his new crevice, so walking was awkward, until he got to clean himself up. Whatever of it had dried up over night had now formed into crusty bits that covered the puffy lips of his vagina.
For Seth, it was all very unusual, as he was used to previous dates' desires to swap back immediately after orgasm, if they could. Apparently, for most gals he'd met, it was just as awkward having a set of cock and balls dangling between their legs. Now, he was forced to clean up after himself. Perhaps that was what Courtney intended to have him go through.
Still, she could have been nicer about it. She basically stood him up.
Baby steps then. Using a washcloth, he dipped it in the sink filled with lukewarm water, using a little bit of soap for good measure. Biology class had taught him that soaps and other liquids above a certain ph-value could sting when coming in contact with the sensitive folds of the female vagina, so he was careful about how much he applied onto the washcloth, and how strongly he scrubbed against his labia to get rid of the mess between his legs.
It took him a while to get it right, but after some time the water was starting to feel a little too cold against the foremost part of his vagina. A sensitive nub at his front began screaming about it being violated by the cooled down temperature of the water. Careful to dab the whole area dry, Seth went on his way. He'd have to take care of his new package later, preferrably as early as tonight.