At lunch, Jen stood in the shade of the bleachers, sheltered from the school. She tapped a foot impatiently, standing with her legs parted in a comfortable upside-down V to keep a nice breeze on her bare mound.
She turned her face to look at her phone again, frowning past her nose as she waited for an update from Cassie. Nothing.
"Come on Cass..."
Jen had told the junior cheerleader to meet her here. Cassie was quiet, kinda shy and easily manipulated - which Jen figured made her the perfect person she could use to pass the curse to and then get her to change her back. Then her whole fucked-up vagina obsessed nightmare would be over. Jen had no idea the power of the curse was already long gone.
She shifted her body, moving her torso and arms felt like moving a puppet, leaning forward so she could look around the corner with her face again. Jen spotted a few groups of students gathered closer to the building, sitting out on the grass for lunch, but still no sign of Cassie.
With a huff, Jen tipped her face down to look at her phone again. A little bead of drool gathered in the corner of her mouth where she hadn't been concentrating and it took Jen a few attempts to find her mouth with her hand to wipe it away. "Ugh"
Bored and impatient, Jen reverted to mindlessly checking her socials. With one hand she started scrolling through feeds, while her other absentmindedly slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt started rubbing her vulva in slow circles, like she used to casually play with her hair.
Jen cringed as she scrolled, shivering slightly with pleasure as her fingers caused her clit to swell into a needy little nub. Every picture she looked at made her feel uncomfortable, or just weird, she knew those feelings weren't normal but she also couldn't help but be weirded out at how face obsessed every single picture was - every post was usually of someone's face, or their body cropped from the waist up.
Worse, Jen found herself increasingly having to read the captions underneath every post as she couldn't easily read the emotions of the people in the pictures, or make any judgement of how hot they were. They were making a wide toothy mouth expression, which she knew logically was a smile, but she struggled to recognise the actual emotions. How was she supposed to tell anything about anyone if she couldn't see their genitals? She couldn't tell anything about them if she couldn't see how aroused they were!
Jen quickly flipped to search, "Pubic hair style inspo"
She hit enter, only to get a bunch of warnings about nsfw content.
"Ugh" Jen clicked through everything, her fingers rubbing harder as she ground her clit into her palm. A line of drool hung from her tongue as it lolled from her lips, her eyes slowly crossing. Rather than uncrossing her eyes, Jen moved the phone closer to her face to focus on it.
There were a few things she favourited - including a really pretty ombre dyed landing strip.
Jen flexed her naked thighs, letting her labia soak in her pooling juices against her fingers. Her obsessive teenage mind compelled her own vanity as she subconsciously started thinking about her beauty routine - and how neglected her pussy was.
She'd spent all her life obsessing over the appearance of her face and the hair right at the top of her body and barely anything about her pussy apart from how she washed and shaved. Just that realisation made Jen feel gross.
The blonde started writhing her hips in time with her fingers, leaning her face out from behind the bleachers again to look for Cassie. The school building was kinda of a blur past her nose, but she couldn't see anyone coming.
Jen casually flipped to search again, typing, "Best vagina skincare routine"
She followed the first link.
"... Cleansers should be paraben, scent, and dye-free, and applied with clean hands to the external vulva (avoiding the vaginal opening), then rinsed well with warm water ..."
She kept searching as her fingers continued working back and forth across her dripping lips, causing her to start moaning, unnoticed, under her breath. Jen looked for, "Pussy make-up"
Saving links to a bunch of products she'd never even heard of before but now realised she desperately needed. Vagina lip gloss went straight on order.
She heard herself moan as a cloud of pink pleasure filled her whole core, her body writhing in place as her hand rubbed at her clit feverishly. Jen kept searching, "How to stay horny all day"
"Pussy fashion"
"Best celebrity vaginas"
The cheerleader gasped, swooning on the spot as the dizzying heights of her self-pleasure started to crest. Her face fixed, eyes crossing so hard she couldn't see the screen of her phone at all anymore, her tongue sticking out to her chin, hanging limp, a line of drool dangling from it's tip. She felt hot, burning, a rushing sensual need that blossomed deep inside her before it started rushing out towards her hyper-sensitive lips and clit.
Her pussy clenched down on nothing, a squishing spurt of her slick wetness rushing out towards her fingers as the orgasm was about to overwhelm her.
"Woah!"
Jen screamed at the voice so close behind her, almost dropping her phone in the dirt as her hands instinctively snapped between her legs, covering her pussy in embarrassment. She turned her face, still fixed in full ahegao, towards the blurry figure that had emerged behind her. Heart pounding and teetering on the edge of orgasm, she concentrated on uncrossing her eyes, bringing the person into view. It was...