"How easy things would be if she weren't controlled so much by her vagina..."
A curious, kinky thought suddenly occurred to Claire. What if, rather than making things easier for herself, she were to make things more challenging for herself? And what if there were less for her vagina (her vulva) to compel her to do with it? What if her arousal, which she was driven to deal with so frequently, would in fact have no such way for her to deal with it?
Part of her, deep down, somewhere in her subconscious at a point where a queer gender would intersect with a queer sense of sexuality, was realising that she was enamoured with the idea. And, she thought then, what would be the harm of just trying it out? ... this part of her, deep down, was telling her she was going to really enjoy it.
What she did then was have the book containing "the universe's rules", and all the universe's information with it, convey to her what information it had on her. Which was way too much for to work with - she would have to narrow it down. What about the information to be had on her sexuality? The information to be had on her genitals? A precise description of the anatomy of her vulva.
Finally seeing what she had in mind, she brought her finger down to where the book had printed the term "vaginal canal" - and smudged that term out, followed by the term "clitoris". She smiled, blushing, as she then closed the book, satisfied with what she'd done. This was... actually really hot.
Now to see the results of her handiwork. She dropped her underwear, sprawled out on her bed, spread her lower lips (feeling her fingertips get wet) and took a photo from the far side of her crotch. And then, before anything else could happen, her then wandering fingers found that the way her vulval vestibule now terminates at its upper end is with her labia simply, gradually coming together. Nothing especially sensitive to the touch to be found there.
For a moment she found herself perhaps gladdened and perhaps flustered by what her fingers have found - and then she saw the photo she'd taken. She was so wet, her lips red with her arousal, and from the camera's perspective she could clearly see the full spread of her vulva: A pair of lips enclosing, primarily, her urethral opening. No clitoris, and no vagina - not in the most literal sense. Her obvious ways of dealing with her arousal were nowhere to be found, and if she were to try their usual locations she would find just the subtly sensitive span of her vulval vestibule instead.