Jeff had to fix this. Somehow he had to get his genitals back to the shape they belonged. The best surgeon out there who couldn’t give him back what was taken away, and he knew a fake cock made of skin from his arm and kept stiff with an inflatable balloon wasn’t gonna cut it. All those thoughts kept swirling around in his head while he scrubbed away at the remains of his ruined meat.
He closed his eyes and tried imagining a switch flipped. It was hard considering he couldn’t see any detail in front of him, but the message eventually sank in. Jeff forced his leg and abdominal muscles to contract. He imagined blowing his dick back up like a balloon, pushing as hard as he could. If he got here by magic maybe he could get back out by magic.
A nice little popping sound. Reaching down to his groin he felt something protruding. It felt like foreskin? Had it actually worked? Was his dick back??
It was not. Jeff had clenched so hard he had given himself a hernia, and prolapsed his neovaginal canal. He was right, it did feel like his dick, it was made of the skin from his penis, after all. He was confused for a moment as he looked at the fleshy appendage. It looked like his penis? If his penis were entirely smooth and missing its head. Somehow it looked newer, pinker? The skin had, in fact already lost some of its texture, adapting to its new roll in Jeff’s new anatomy.
Jeff was not a doctor, but he did eventually understand what had happened. He stopped trying to muscle his dick back to life. Getting a good look at his latest misadventure made him nauseous. The lightheadedness was so bad the world was starting to look black, and Jeff collapsed on the shower floor.
His family heard the commotion. Running in they were shocked to see him slumped down and unconscious. It didn’t compare though to the surprise they had when they turned him over and saw the mess that was his gonads, or rather lack thereof.
It wasn’t obvious what they were looking at at all. Between Jeff’s legs were no balls, that was clear. The rest wasn’t easy to discern. There was a matching pair of long scars on either side of his set, the left one was bleeding slightly. Each still carried sutures on the top of what could have been lips? One side of either scar had wrinkly, slightly darker skin like what should’ve been Jeff’s ballsack, the other was smoother and looked like it had been stretched into this shape. The scars met further down in a V-shape, further beyond that was the skin of Jeff’s taint, which met in a line in the middle like a regular male scrotum. Adorning the top was what would’ve looked like a tiny penis, if it had not been sutured to the skin. A little pink clit jutted forward, directly beneath it a small hole, surrounded by stitching.
The strangest part of course was the pinkish fleshy finger, about five or six inches long, pointing directly forward out of the young man’s crotch. Not sure to make of what they were seeing, both his parents spent a few minutes, slack jawed, staring at their mutilated son. Eventually his sister stepped forward, she had called an ambulance.