You are Ashley a twenty two year old bisexual woman living in a large northeastern city. You're rather intelligent, having just graduated last year from college, and you're currently working as an artist. You have an extremely high libido, and as a consequence have spent way too much time in bad relationships, and even more time maturating and looking at porn. You're rather attractive with a pale slender body marked with tattoos, and short black hair, but you're still unsatisfied with all the time you've spent thinking about sex. It just feels like it'll never be over.
When you first got to the station you wanted to go somewhere that would fulfill your fetishes. But when you saw that this world was an option you decided to go with it. You liked sex but in many ways it was a waste of time, that got you very little and cost way too much. You want out, you had plenty of enjoyable sex, not its time to enjoy other things.
Though as you sit on the train, the multiverse rushing outside, you get nervous. You realize how much you're losing. You're never going to get to enjoy sex or anything sexual at all again. You realize it's too late, the train won't stop now and you'll likely never be in the station again. All alone on the train car you start touching yourself, feeling your clit and the folds of your genitals, and feeling the pleasure they bring, before they never will bring such joy again. You almost get a final orgasm in but you suddenly hear the train stop.
You wake up in your bed. Mabye it was a just a dream. But then you realize you aren't wearing the slightly sexual underwear you went to bed in due to being too tired to change out of, you're entirely naked. Looking at the table next to you the sex toys that are supposed to be there aren't. Your nipples are up agaisnt your bedsheets but there's no sensitivity.
You sit up and examine your womanhood. All you can see is a smooth cack in a cleanly shaven crotch. The skin there is the same color and texture as the rest of your body. When you touch it it feels no diffrent from touching your arm or leg, and there's no feeling of excitement or arousal for touching yourself downstairs. You spread your reproductive organs open, to fine almost nothing inside, just normal skin, with a small vaginal entrance and urethra, you don't even have a clit. There's no special sensation, no raised heartbeat, no urge to touch yourself. You're completely neutered.