“This sucks! I want my fucking pussy back!” said an irate redhead as she looked down with disgust at the fleshy worm nestled in her thick, fiery red bush.
“We heard you the first nine times, Alisha! Fuck!” said a dishwater blonde girl who was even more irate for the same reason.
“I think it’s kinda cute.” said an ebony skinned girl regarding her own new appendage.
“Shut up, Talisha.” said the blonde, named Jane.
“YOU shut up, Jane!” Talisha barked sharply at her,”We’re all in this together, you don’t get to tell us how to feel!”
“All of you shut up!” said a petite Japanese girl,”This isn’t helping!”
“There is no “helping” this, Kiko! We all have fucking cocks now! You know how this sort of shit works by now.” Alisha said.
“I’m just trying to make the best of this shitty situation! I didn’t sign up for this!” Kiko said.
“None of us did! Our parents all did this to us.” Jane said.
Everything went quiet for a few moments as the girls sat on their respective beds and sulked or otherwise mentally coped with the radical change that had occurred in the last hour.
“They could have at least treated us better if they were going to do this to us.” Alisha said.
“They don’t do individualized shapings any more these days.” Talisha said.
“It’s dehumanizing.” Alisha said.
“What’s done is done, ladies!” Kiko spoke up loudly,”Now the only question is what do we do about this?”
All of them being at least superficially devout Catholic girls, none wanted to be the first to speak up about curiosity or anything sexual. Indeed, none really had much of an urge since the shaping process was, contrary to expectations from erotica, actually quite uncomfortable and non pleasurable.
Each of them had writhed in fear and discomfort as their pussies and organs had churned and flexed before finally disgorging a full set of cock and balls, which none of them wanted to be the first to point out all looked identical except for skin and bush color: small and shrouded in long foreskins that all came to a turnip like point at the puckered end, with walnut sized testicles swinging beneath in their fleshy purses.
“They can’t just leave us like this. A teacher or someone will be around soon I’m sure, we’re just the last batch or something. Remember? There had to be a hundred girls in there.” Talisha said.
“So we just…. wait?”
“Unless you got a better idea.”