“Fffuck!” you whimper your hands hovering just a few inches from where your wedding tackle
used to hang “This is crazy I like pussy as much as the next guy but not like this, I can’t
be like this I don’t want a cunt, squatting to piss, feminine hygiene, fuck me will I get periods?
Oh hell no! That spooky bitch is fixing this right now. Umm, just as soon as figure out how to get
this thing started.”
You run your finger gently over the soft folds of your new sex shivering partly because it’s weird
touching yourself like this but also because it feels pretty nice down there. Kinky it seems is your
word of the day. You are just about to make yourself comfortable when you hear the front door bang
open by reflex you leap to your feet snatching up a cushion to cover your nakedness as Steve your
roommate walks in.
“Hey buddy.” He says as he shrugs of his jacket distracted by the morning post “I got of early fancy
catching a movie…?” his question trails of as he takes in the scene, you naked and glowing red
with embarrassment, the used Kleenex on the floor, the porn montage still playing on the T.V.
“Ah.” He says clearly embarrassed and backing toward the door “I should come back later, give you your
space.”
For a moment you want to let him go, letting him think he caught you with your pants down would be
easier than telling him the truth, you hesitate until he's at the door before you speak.
"Wait" you call "it's not what you think" and before he can say another word you poor out the whole
story, minus one or two of the more sordid details. You watch as his face goes from embarrassed to
puzzled to flat out incredulous.
"Dude, seriously, seek help you are tripping. I mean that's just crazy..." his voice trails off as
youdrop the cushion to the floor to reveal the softly furred cleft between your legs.
"No way!" His voice is a shocked squeak "That... it's... you've got a cunt."
"That's what I've been telling you numb nuts, what I need to know is how to get this" you
brandish your magically severed cock at him "back where it belongs without that bitch screwing me again."
"Okay. Sure I get it." He seems to collect himself "Why don't you get cleaned up, I'm going to get a
drink and think it over."