Kogasa awoke with a groan. The last thing she remembered was this high school kid confessing his love for her and her shooting him down just a tiny bit too hard. The first thing she noticed was that there was something strange and sticky coating her mouth and throat, as well as a slight tingling sensation all over her body. Second, she realized she was in the women’s bathroom at the arcade. The third thing she noticed was that she was lying atop a girl. A naked girl. A small, naked high school girl. Who looked an awful lot like…
Mitsu awoke abruptly to a shrieking sound. She jumped up, banging her head against the girl in front of her. Rubbing his eyes, he saw before him the girl he’d fallen for, who had been knocked back onto her butt by his sudden movement. She rubbed her head, startled by the sensation this caused, and looked up at the former boy. Mitsu realized he had been staring past a pair of medium sized, and quite naked, female breasts. He grasped at them in disbelief, the incredible sensation causing him to inhale sharply. It was his turn to scream, sounding even higher pitched and girly than hers.
Once the two had calmed down a tiny bit, they stopped screaming and began panicking slightly quieter.
“Ohmaigaaahhd, why are you a girl!!!”
“I don’t know!!! Why does my throat feel weird when I talk!!!”
“I don’t know but I think I’m gonna… ahh… ahhh… *AGHEHTHUUEY*” and with that, she expelled the phlegmiest, most disgusting sneeze she’d ever had, ejecting gobs of sticky cum out of her mouth and nose and covering the naked girl with it. She doubled over with pleasure as her first oral orgasm sent shockwaves throughout her body.
Covered in a sticky mess, Mitsu was dumbfounded. Kogasa spoke first, sputtering and coughing up more of the sticky fluid. “What the… *cough* fuck just… *gasp* happened???”
For some reason, Mitsu sniffed and tentatively licked the sticky substance from the back of his hand. It smelled and tasted slightly salty, with a hint of sweetness, and a vague flavor of milk.
“It tastes like.. salty milk?”
“Did I just… cum? Out of my FACE?”
***
As the two girls wiped each other off as best they could with paper towels, they began to come to terms with their new bodies. Mitsu was now a petite and dainty girl with a sizable chest for a girl her age, while Kogasa looked utterly identical to her old self, except her already large breasts were just a tad larger than they had been before. Every movement felt strange, their bodies felt strangely sensitive, with every inch of skin feeling as if they were lightly brushing their genitals. Their tongues were particularly sensitive, and running them along the roof of their mouths caused their “lower mouths” to moisten. Overall it wasn’t unbearable, but it was a bit uncomfortable. Mitsu was the first to notice the particularly sensitive patch on the throat, just below the jaw and running along the esophagus. It almost felt like when he rubbed his penis, back when he still had one, that is.
Picking up the girls clothes that presumably belonged to Mitsu now, Kogasa helped the former boy to put them on, showing her exactly how to fasten a bra strap in the mirror. The former boy was red from head to toe, feeling the tight fabric pressing on his over-sensitive chest. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”
“You want it to provide support, trust me. It’s way better than it being loose. You’ll get used to it.” Though as she said that, she noticed just how much her own bra now stimulated her with her increased sensitivity. Her nipples felt almost like little clits, every tiny movement sending little shivers down her spine.
“Is this how girls feel normally?” Mitsu asked, shuddering as he accidentally brushed his nipple while re-adjusting his bra.
Kogasa scoffed, “Heck no, this is weird, it’s like my whole body is part of my crotch. It feels wild.”
“It’s like… my whole body is… my penis?” Mitsu stuttered
“Holy shit, your right, and like, that sneeze, that was… oh god. I’m like, a living, human shaped… cock. This is so fuckin weird. God that’s gross.”
Mitsu grimaced, his eyes filled with dread. “Oh no. I think I have to pee.”