“Holy shit I have a cunt!”
Kelly petted her newly formed slit until suddenly a familiar bulge remembered. Kelly felt nauseous as memories being Eric flow through her head. Her kids weren’t sired a father George but birthed by her wife Georgia. Kelly always remembered being a privileged stay at home dickgirl with a wife who was the breadwinner and also simultaneously knew it wasn’t right.
“Am I a she?”
Kelly cupped her mouth with both hands terrified of her ring, nothing happened. Experimentation was in order.
“I’m in terrible shape, with a huge gut!”
Kelly felt woozy again suddenly her modest breasts perked up and the rest of her body tingled and tightened up with her waist narrower and her abdominal muscles popping into sight, Kelly rapidly becoming a toned version of herself looking like she could easily be a bikini model her clothes shifting from a simple dress to a floral pattern crop top and yoga pants that hugged her modest cock bulge. Frowning at the lump that was her cock and balls Kelly understood that she had to be careful with her words and next time her wife might not become her husband again, that her kids might cease to exist entirely. Kelly was liking being a fit hermaphrodite and wondered what else she could do.