Meanwhile, Krystal was wandering the penis aisle, perusing the wares. The aisle was filled with rows and rows of what looked like little shoeboxes, each one bearing a label like "Caucasian, 3.7 inches flaccid, 5.2 inches erect, circumcised" or "Japanese, 2.8 inches flaccid, 4.2 inches erect, uncircumcised." Then there were the stranger boxes with such labels as "horse, 7.6 inches flaccid, 1 foot 10.3 inches erect, sheathed" or "ovipositor, 1 inch flaccid, 11.8 inches erect, retractable."
Krystal peeked inside one of the boxes, and inside was indeed a detached human dick. Krys experimentally tugged the foreskin back and forth a few times. To her surprise, it actually began to slowly harden, growing semi-erect in her hand! Krystal wasn't sure how it could do that without a body, but this WAS a shop run by an Ancient Greek witch who turned sailors into pigs.
Krystal paced up and down the aisle, keeping an eye out for uncut cocks, them being both on sale and for to the punk girl's taste. She suddenly noticed there was another customer in the aisle. It was a tiny black girl, barely five feet tall. She was dressed all in pink and her hair was done up in bouncy cornrows. Krys knew that smiling face anywhere.
"Bree!" the green-haired girl called out. "Breeyonna Dukes!" Breeyonna, Bree to her friends, had been friends with Krys since First Grade, Hell, it was Bree's brother Jameel who'd given Krys her first beer. Krys hadn't seen Bree since they went off to different colleges; fancy meeting her in this place.
Bree's head turned to face Krystal. "Oh my God, Krys Brock!"
Krystal ran over and gave Bree a hug, lifting the little, dark-skinned girl clear off the ground. "You haven't changed a fucking bit, Bree!"
"Not yet," Bree laughed, "but I workin' on it. But look at you, girl! You done change a lot!"
Krystal proudly fluffed her cheek fur and stroked her unibrow. "Fucking awesome, huh? My college friend Meadow Larkin bought a brush here that grows hair, and I wasn't gonna fucking let her get away without letting me have a go. Heh, you should see what my pussy looks liek now." Krys winked at Bree. "Being hairy rocks, but I decided I wanted to fuck around with the color, too, so I came to the shop with my friend Sierra. She's... umm... occupied right now, but you might meet her later. I've got all the shit I need to turn my hair green for real already, and I figured I'd look at their cock selection while I was here. Can you imagine never fucking needing to use a goddamn strap-on ever again? Anyway, how's Jameel? Been a while since I've been in touch with him."
Bree giggled. "Jameel ain't no 'him' anymore, Krys. She be Jameela now. She came out as trans a year back. In fact, she kinda be why I here now. See, Jameela done found this place and bought all the changes to her body surgeons couldn't give her. Like her voice. She sound just like any other sister now. She also done swap her wang for a pussy. Well, that got me thinkin' 'bout strap-ons."
Krystal grinned. "Does that mean..."
"You better believe it, girl!" said Bree. "I'mma buy me a cock!"
Krys gave Bree a thumbs up. "Sweet, we can look together!"
The two girls eagerly plunged into the shelves, each in search of the perfect penis. Bree turned to Krystal, a cock box in her hands.
"Yo!" the tiny girl cried. "You wanna be a grower over a shower? Check this out. 'Caucasian, 2.3 inches flaccid, 7.2 inches erect, uncircumcised.' How 'bout that?" She opened the box to reveal a deceptively tiny penis. It was only a bit over two inches long, but its ample foreskin added around another two and a half inches to the length. Bree stroked the little cock a bit, causing it to grow to five inches as it got semi-erect.
"Cool," Krystal said as she looked through an assortment of animal penises. "Hey, ya think I could pull off a horse cock. Hey, what the fuck is this big pink tentacle thing?!" Krys inspected the label. "Oh, it's a dolphin dick. Wow, the label says it's prehensile!"
"Sounds bitchin'," Bree said, picking up a box. "Hmmm... 'African-American, 5.1 inches flaccid, 7.9 inches erect, uncircumcised.' Hot damn! Could this thang be...?"
"Could it be what, Bree?" Krystal asked.
Bree opened the box, and her eyes bulged wildly. Inside was a black cock, already massive even while fully soft. It was incredibly girthy and veiny, and the head was enveloped in a velvety foreskin the puckered an inch past the tip. Below it hung a bulging, hairy ballsack the size of a grapefruit. "Shit, it is! This Jameela's old wang!"
Krystal snickered. "You know what your broth... sister's dick looks like?"
Bree rolled her eyes. "Real funny, girl. We lived in a small house; didn't have no privacy. We done been walk in on each other gettin' dressed all the time. And THAT! IS! JAMEELA'S WANG!"
Krystal smirked mischievously. "Maybe I'll buy it."
Bree shook her head, smiling. "You'd look real damn silly struttin' 'round with a giant, black dick, Krys."
Krystal shrugged. "Just a thought."
"Real cute, Krys," said Bree, still giggling at the thought of Krystal equipped with Jameela's enormous, dark-skinned dick. "Now, what ya REALLY gonna buy?"