Their suspicious were confirmed when, instead of in its usual place, Mitsu felt that same familiar pressure high up in his chest cavity. Feeling it deep in his throat, he bent over the toilet as if to vomit, but something far worse happened. As he released and heaved, a flood of hot, salty urine poured from the back of his throat, washing over his tongue as it flooded into the toilet. It was over in only a few seconds, but the taste and smell was unbearable, causing him to follow it up with actual vomit. He began sobbing uncontrollably, fearing that, with no foreseeable way to return to his own world, he’d be stuck doing this for the rest of his life. He ran to the sink and began washing his mouth out with soap and water, not caring about the taste as it was still a lot better than what he’d just experienced. At least now he felt clean.
The two stared into each other’s eyes. Somehow they had to get back, to find whatever had brought them here. There had to be a way.
***
Kogasa took her turn to do her business this time, exiting the stall sputtering and coughing. “Oh god, that’s horrible, fuck! Water, need water!!!!”
She ran her mouth under the water before gulping down an unhealthy amount, unable to fully purge the foul liquid from her mouth.
The two were exhausted, and deathly feared the very real possibility they were stuck like this for the rest of their lives.
As they exited the arcade, they were shocked by what they saw. Not a single man was present in the entire street, as if the whole population of Tokyo was now female. They saw girls talking, girls laughing, and even girls kissing, but not a single boy. They watched a drunk woman stumbling home from the bar, puking into a nearby bush before then vomiting piss from the same hole. In her stupor it seemed she barely noticed the taste, and continued stumbling along as if nothing had happened.
As she got to her car, a brand new ‘95 Honda Today which was spray-painted pink, she offered to give the newly minted young girl a ride home. Mitsu nodded, as she stepped into the car. She registered the fact that she was now thinking of herself as a girl, but after seeing herself in the mirror, she really didn’t feel much like a boy anymore.
The ride home was relatively uneventful, until they arrived at the expansive mansion that belonged to Mitsu’s parents. Kogasa marveled at the massive structure. “Wait, this can’t be right, you actually *live* here?”
Mitsu nodded, adding “it’s not as nice as you would imagine, my parents are very strict. Just don’t let them see you.”
But it was already too late, as a woman who could only be Mitsu’s mother exited the front gate, though instead of the usual look of disdain that would be expected, she only smiled. “Hello again, Gotozato-san! Thanks for giving my daughter a ride home, I’m so happy you two get along so well! Have a safe trip home! Oh and…” she leaned in, whispering so only Kogasa could hear, “I can’t wait till you two give me a grandchild or two.” She grinned coyly, taking her daughter’s hand and escorting her inside.
Kogasa rolled the implications of this around in her head on the drive home. She could get a girl pregnant. Using her mouth. What. The. Fuck.
She breifly considered the possibility that this whole situation was some kind of divine punishment for all those times she’d silently wished to live in a world without men. Now she got her wish, except that women now had to also fill the role of the penises which had been wiped from existence.
She sighed. This was going to be a lot to swallow.
***
Mitsu’s evening was relatively uneventful, other than the sensitivity of her tongue making eating an interesting and mildly sexual experience, with the stimulation causing precum to fill her mouth and blend with her food, throwing off the flavor a bit.
Despite the stimulation, her mind wasn’t the least bit focused on sex, as once again, she needed to pee.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as the first time, and she didn’t throw up this time. Though she hated to admit it, she realized that eventually, she’d probably get used to this, assuming there was no way back to her old world. The thought of it was terrifying, picturing herself bending over to pee as if it was just as mundane as using her penis in her old life.
By this point, she was utterly exhausted, opting for a bath rather than a shower like she normally took. Stripping down in front of a full-length mirror, once again awed by the female form that stood before her. She looked petite and dainty, like she’d blow away in the wind, but her subtle curves showed just a hint of maturity, which flowed into her sizable c-cup chest, which looked a little out of place on her skinny, girlish frame. She still had curves, but her chest still felt slightly oversized, like someone had over-inflated it a bit compared to the rest of her.
As she stepped into the steaming hot bath, she felt all her troubles melt away as the warm water seeped into every pore. She relaxed for what felt like hours, the time melting away until finally she decided to head to bed.