You look yourself over again once more before leaving with a look of shock on your sweet custard face. Good thing it was still dark out, because the sight of a custard boy-woman walking down a street with hands sticking out from under her low riders was something strange indeed.
Once home, you shut the door to your room with your lower arms and lock it with your upper. It was as if it were a habbit. Fear was replaced with curiousity and you quickly undress to inspect yourself.
Your custardy skin was to die for, and felt so soft to the touch yet slightly leathery. The smaller arms were actually prodruding from below your penis yet not near your asshole. Once you look in the mirror you can see why.
right in the middle of your penis and ass is where the arms are hanging from, but inbetween them is something you didn't see before, a vagina that had dark brown-yellow lips. You pull them apart, nearly buckling your knees in the sensitiity, and find that the inside is a chocolate brown.
You get up and...