"Hello? Who is this?" asked Sandy.
"This is Kat, Dan's sister."
"Oh thank goodness! I've been trying to reach Dan all day, but he won't answer my texts! Is he okay? Has
something happened to him?"
"Well, you might say something has happened to him, but I suppose he's 'okay', yes. He can't speak right now,
but I think you should come over so you can talk. He has some big news for you."
Kat hung up, chuckling to herself. This was going to be good! She ran upstairs and put on a loose skirt, not
wanting to reveal her secret to Sandy just yet.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Kat rushed downstairs to answer it.
"Sandy! I'm so glad you're here! Dan's upstairs in my room, he really wants to show you something." Kat
escorted Sandy upstairs to her room. Dan wanted to shout out telepathically to tell her to stop, to leave now,
but Kat was blocking him. He watched in horror as she led his girlfriend to her lair.
"All right, we're in your room, but I don't see Dan. What's the big deal here? Is this some kind of joke?"
"Oh no, Sandy, not at all. Dan is right here. Let me show you." Kat sat on her bed and pulled down her skirt,
revealing her vagina. Sandy, thanks to Kat's spell, instantly recognized it as Dan.
"You monster! What have you done? You turned him... into... into... into your snatch! Change him back now!
Give me back my Dannie!" Sandy was hysterical and in tears now, bawling her eyes out.
"Sandy, please don't cry. It'll be alright, somehow...." Dan thought to Sandy. Kat had released her block on
his telepathy.
"D-dan? Is that really you in there? Oh gosh, my boyfriend is a pussy!"
"Yep, that's him in there," Kat told Sandy. "He really misses you. Why don't you give him a great, big kiss on
those lovely lips of his." By now, the acceptance part of Kat's spell was beginning to sink in.
"Oh, well," said Sandy, sniffling, "if this is your new form, then I guess I'll have to learn to love it."
Kat spread her legs as Sandy placed her head between them. She puckered her lips and kissed Dan. It felt very
strange for him, as if she was kissing his entire body at once. She dipped her moist tongue between his lips,
exploring his inner spaces. He had no tongue to reciprocate with, but he sensed that the taste of his
lubricant made up for that. Sandy ran her mouth along his labia, occasionally circling his clitoris, which
felt like his head. He was in ecstasy. It felt good to be a part of Kat, yes; he only ever had to think about
sex, about giving orgasms to her, relaying his sensations through her nervous system. Sandy's tongue was nice,
he loved it inside himself. It made him whole. He was a happy pussy...
Slowly, though, the feelings died down as Sandy withdrew her head. He began to realize with shock that he had
been thinking like a vagina, albeit a lesbian one. Maybe he was slowly losing his humanity, actually wanting
to be Kat's vagina... very troubling thoughts, indeed.
"I'm not sure I can carry on like this," said Sandy. "I mean, I liked doing that, but I want to be close to
Dan. That means more than giving oral sex to his host."
"I suppose you may be right" said Kat, an idea coming to her, "How about if I do this..."