...the fortune, which took the form of a poem:
"#1: Despite your best efforts,
It could not be stopped;
From now on, your pussy
And mouth shall be swapped."
Jenny had just enough time to shout out, "No! Not that!", before the changes took hold. In an instant her mouth closed tightly, and her lips seemed to melt together until no opening was left. At the same time, she was disturbed to find that she could feel the same thing happening to her vagina. As her interior anatomy rearranged itself to adjust to the new decree, she fell to her knees sobbing. She wanted to scream, but she could not.
At last, after several excruciatingly heartrending moments, she felt an opening reappear where her mouth was supposed to be. As she put her hand up to her face to feel, she suddenly recoiled in terror when she realized she had indeed just felt her genitals. She let out a startled, "Oh!", which, originating from inside her panties, was quite muffled. Quickly, anxiously, she sat on her bed and slid down her panties, to find that, where her vagina had once been, she now had her mouth, complete with teeth and tongue.
"Oh my god...," she said despondently. Finally, she stood up and rushed over to a small mirror hanging on her wall. When she gazed into it, she was devastated. Staring back at her, beneath her nose and above her chin, was her pussy. In disbelief, she put her hands up to her face, and held open her labia. Everything was right where it always was-- except now, it was right there beneath her nose, where everyone could see it. Again she repeated, "Oh my god...," before adding, "I'm a freak..."
Before she had time to fully digest the horrifying change that had just occurred, she was hit by another terrible feeling. "Oh no," she cried. "No... not now..." It was really rotten timing.
She had to pee.