While Tiger Lily was still adjusting to her new circumstances, Meadow stared forlornly at her crotch, totally featureless beneath her curly pubes. She rubbed at the holeless skin. She felt like crying at the lack of arousal as her fingers brushed over where her labia should have been; it felt no different than the skin on her arm. "Shit..."
"Having some problems?" asked Circe.
Meadow swiveled around to see the enchantress standing right behind her, grinning that inscrutable little grin.
"Y-yes..." choked the hippie girl, suddenly nervous to be addressed by the ancient, unknowable sorceress. "Now that Tiger Lily's a human, I don't have a pussy. How am I gonna have sex? Or masturbate? Heck, how am I gonna pee?! Will I just explode in a shower of urine? I freaking NEED a pussy to function! Am I even still technically female? What if..."
Circe laughed. "Calm down. Do you really think I don't carry what you need?" She ducked into an aisle and returned with a basket.
Meadow gawked in wonder at the contents of the basket: it was full of genitals. The wicker container was brimming with cocks and pussies in every shape and size imaginable. Meadow was sure some of them weren't even human! It occurred to her that she could put just about ANYTHING between her legs.
Circe stared deeply into Meadow's eyes. "You see these, flower child? Any of these genitals could be yours. Any of these vulvas, these penises, or even this ovipositor." She held up an odd, insectoid-looking thing.
Meadow continued to stare at the assortment. "Where did you get all of these?"
Circe shrugged. "Where does a sorceress get anything? I picked them up here and there during my millennia of travels." She held up a long-lipped pussy. "An Egyptian woman traded me this pussy for a penis. She had singular tastes." She fingered a penis with large, hairy ballsack. "A Romanian prince gave me this (along with his firstborn daughter) to pay for his transformation into a dragon. As for THIS..." She proudly displayed the ovipositor. "I won this little gem in a poker game with the hive-queen of the Vespids. I used to wear it myself."
Meadow tried to push her eyeballs back into their sockets. "I can have... any of these?"
"If you pay for them, yes," said Circe. "I accept cash and... more creative payments. I should warn you, the ovipositor is quite expensive. Of course, you could also find someone willing to become your new pussy or penis. That's slightly cheaper, since I won't be out anything except some cheap ointment. So, what'll it be, flower child?"
Meadow thought about it, scratching her hairy treasure trail thoughtfully. What should she choose? Circe had certainly given her enough options.