Jeen feels like going to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she immediately sits on the drain, since she has no panties on, she starts peeing, then she starts pooping.
After relieving herself, she began her ritual after relieving herself. First she took a piece of toilet paper and started using it to clean her crotch. Which is a little pleasurable for Jeen when she rubbed the paper on her private parts, but as she cleaned herself, she suddenly stopped feeling pleasure. She just ignored this sudden stop.
Feeling already dry, she looked at the wet toilet paper and found something else on it.
In addition to his urine, the toilet paper had something else. It was something with a pinkish shade of skin, folded in on itself, with a large cavity and a smaller one, a small pink bump at one end, just above this tiny bump a set of hairs, black and a little curly.
Anyone outside the effects of the curse knows exactly what it is. In Jeen's hands, with used toilet paper, was her most precious treasure, every woman's most precious jewel. Her most intimate, precious, and most desired part of men. The part of her that gave her the most pleasure with herself and the men she had ever hooked up with. Your vagina. Her vagina had separated from her body.
However, when Jeen looked at the vagina in her hand, due to the effect of the curse, she thought:
"I'm glad this part is dry.
Carelessly and nonchalantly, Jeen separated the used toilet paper from her vagina. She threw the used toilet paper down the toilet. Now she needed to wipe her ass. To do this, she began to rub her one and only precious vagina in the middle of her ass, like a simple piece of toilet paper.
As she rubbed her pussy against her ass, she felt some tickling, due to the pubic hair in her vagina tickling the smooth fur of her ass. While cleaning her vagina, reduced to disposable toilet paper, was millimeters from her owner's crotch. If Jeen had touched a little bit of just her vagina in her smooth crotch, maybe she would recognize her vagina. But unfortunately it didn't happen.
When she finished wiping her ass, Jeen looked at her crotch and said as if it were an everyday annoyance:
"Damn it. I lost my pussy.
Jeen got up to look inside the toilet and couldn't find her. Just a bunch of urine mixed with water, feces, and a piece of used toilet paper. A disgusting mix. But no sign of her vagina.
In fact, Jeen hadn't lost it, her most precious possession was in her hand. Dirty with her feces, but it was still her vagina.
"No problem, I'll get something to replace later."
Jeen looked at her vagina in her hand, which to her was just a piece of used toilet paper, smeared with her poop.
"But it certainly doesn't. It's pretty disgusting.
Simply, with all the indifference and carelessness that a trip to the bathroom has, Jeen threw her feminine jewelry down the toilet, and then flushed it.
Jeen has just flushed her sex. As her femininity swirled in the hollow, Jeen looked at her as something disposable and disgusting.
The part of his body that has given him the most pleasure, since he was 11 years old. Your gender. Her femininity. Its most intimate symbol with woman. That you've been with her since she was born. Your most precious jewel. All of this is now about to disappear forever into a disgusting, dark sewer. And owner of this preciousness that men desire, Jeen, the only person who could rescue, the person who should worry the most, was now disgusted with her and wished she wouldn't come back.
Finally the dark vacuum sucked up all the water, urine, feces, used toilet paper. Including Jenn's most precious jewelry, her most pleasurable part, her sex, her femininity. Your beloved vagina.
Now your vagina is lost, perhaps forever, in the dark and disgusting sewers.
Seeing the complete loss of her main brand as a woman, Jeen thought:
–Phew! I'm glad it was a single flush. I was scared that all this big shit was going to come back.
Carefreely, she washes her hands and goes to her room to get ready for school. Clueless that she had a real vagina, and she was the one who took it out, she was the one who lost it. Probably forever.