"Say..." Cass said, her eyes getting a bright look.
*Oh no.* Hannah thought.
"What if it ali-"
"Hey!" Hannah said brightly. "Why don't I go make us some tea?"
Cass looked a bit like someone walking down a staircase who hits the floor when she expects another step. "Tea?"
"Yeah, tea! It'll brighten our minds right up!" Hannah sprung up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.
Her foreign penis brushed against her panties as she walked, and she found her mind filling with sex again.
*Goddamn it, No!* She thought, shaking her head. This worked, enough. The thing had stayed partially erect ever since Cass's handjob, and wrecked havoc with her mind the whole time. How did guys stand having these thing?! Just the thought of Cass's handjob had, for instance, sent a small, insistent urge shooting through her mind, saying "Have sex with her! Have sex with her!"
*Fucking hormones* Hannah said, then felt a strange feeling. She looked around, and Hannah was looking at her.
"Hann?" Cassie said. "You okay?"
Hannah gave a fractional smile. "Yeah, just mixed up."
"What did you say?"
Hannah realized she must have spoken that last thought aloud. "'Fucking Hormones'", she said. "This thing messes with my head something fierce."
An idea struck Cass. "Hey," she said, "why don't you masturbate again?"
Silence.
"What?" Hannah asked. She had to work at control; her little head, down in her pants, had jumped up at the suggestion.
"Why don't you try masturbating again? My boyfriend says it always helps when his dick is distracting him."
Hannah thought first that Cass had given a ludicrous situation; how could giving in to it's desires make it quiet? Wouldn't that just encourage it? Then, however, she realized that she didn't know anything about dicks. And Cass's boyfriend, being a guy, presumably did. She ought to take his advice.
She still didn't want to, though. It didn't make sense to her. But once she remembered once again that things had gotten weird; that her having a penis at all didn't make any sense; she realized that it made sense at least to try this masturbating out.
"Okay," she said, then stood there awkwardly.
Cassie looked at her with sympathy.
"I'll--I'll be right back." Hannah said, then started out quickly toward the bathroom.
"Hey!" she said suddenly, wheeling around. Cassie started. "Do you know how to make tea?"
"What?" Cassie said. "Uh, no. Why would I?"
Cassie cast around for something to replace tea. "How about coffee, then?"
"You know, Hannah, I think that maybe I ought to be in there."
"What?!"
"Well, to observe what happens, you know." Cassie smiled. "You won't be in much of a state to check things out, after all.
Hannah really didn't want to admit that Cassie was quite right about this. She now stood at the doorway to the bathroom. "No." she said. "Not now--next time. You watch next time. For now, though, I want to do this by myself."
Cassie opened her mouth again, but closed it quickly and nodded. "I'll go make coffee then." she said, and walked back toward the kitchen.
"Thanks," Hannah said, and shut the door.