"...Vagina."
Jennifer nearly choked on her indignant squeal of disgust, "Ew! You fucking creep ass weirdo loser!!"
Just hearing Kyle say the word 'vagina' made her heave, knowing he was thinking about her pussy felt violating - and Jen tried really hard not to think about what fucked up fantasy he was trying to fulfil. "You're such a fucking weirdo you know th-"
"Alright Jen" Kyle interrupted her with a tired sigh, "maybe your new sense of self will teach you some humility..."
"Only losers like you think this curse shit is even real" Jen screeched into the receiver, "Just wait until every-"
The dial tone cut in suddenly as Kyle disconnected, leaving the furious blonde suddenly alone again, only able to petulantly stomp on the spot, the phone clasped in her fist.
"Asshole!" Jen hissed, but a cold tremor shivered down her spine as she slammed the phone down.
Only then did the shiver seem to grow, an emotional anxiety that built from the depths of her stomach that rapidly grew up her back like a rushing wave. Jen went to hold herself, her hands instinctively moving to cup her vagina for comfort.
She felt strange, and yet the same. Like she was suddenly seeing from too high above herself and yet her perspective hadn't changed. She blinked, then blinked again, a panic setting in as she felt confused, almost blinded by her own unchanged vision. Her hearing, her sense of smell, her sense of sight suddenly all felt way way too strangely close together, clustered and strangely distant from everything else about her.
Her feet felt warmer, her shoulders colder while she felt like she could almost feel her own pulse rushing through her very core.
She swooned on the spot, eyelids fluttering - the strange wave of emotions and sensations washing through her made it hard to think, let alone maintain her balance with so much of her own body suddenly feeling so strangely high above her waist.
"Wha?" Jen gasped through a frown as her voice sounded both way too close to her ears and way too far away from ... her...
Beneath her skirt she gently massaged herself, unthinking, her fingertips soothingly stroking over every little ridge and bump of her labia, her palm nestling against her little clit for comfort as the strange shivering slowly started to subside.
Outside the school bus horny blared aggressively.
Only then did Jen blink again, another shocked gasp escaping her throat as she snatched her hands back from her pussy with a whimper.