"...me?" James sputtered.
As quickly as it started, the spasms stopped. James was left feeling like he had just run a marathon. He waited, expecting another round but it never came.
He stepped out of the kitchen, ignoring the mess of his cereal, and walked back to his bathroom.
"Maybe some asprin or tums is what I need." He walked through his bedroom and finally back to his mirror.
It was him but something was... off. Like his hips and ass, it just didn't feel right. His eyes seemed narrower and cheek bones a bit higher. More hair dipped in front of his vision and as he pushed it away again he gave it real attention. He turned to a profile and it wasn't just longer in the front but in the back too. Down past his shoulders now with a thicker feel to it and, if he wasn't mistaken, more black than he remembered.
Then that urge returned from last time.
Had to empty that bladder.
This time it felt a bit lower and it might have some company. Dropped the seating down, James de-pants and sat down. With a grunt he let go and the sweet sound and feeling of released was his. However, after the initial jubilation, the wetness was a bit... different than he was used to. Thinking he need to manually readjust, James spread his legs and reached down to move his dick over.
That moment, though, when he should have been bumping into his dear old cock, was not there. His hand went past and even into the bowl where it took only a sprinkle of wetness to be retracted with great haste.
"What the hell?" He said, wiping the hand off on a bath towel. Looking down, he was shocked like never before by what he saw. Or, more correctly, what he didn't see.
His dick, and the dick's friends, ball one and two, were missing in action.
James, like any sane man, yelled like a crazy person.
He jumped up and tried to run but he was undone by his sweatpants still around his ankles. He made it out of the bathroom before stumbling forward onto the bed with his hands.
He was panicked. He thought it had to be a mistake or a trick of his eyes. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see the mirror of his bathroom and his reflected image- since that's what mirrors do- looking back at him.
It was an image of him with knees on the floor and elbows bent on the bed. It was the look though, the legs, ass and posture that reminded him of something. Or more precisely, someone. His ex-girlfriend had a similar look.
Wait.
Ex-girlfriend. Girlfriend. Friend. No, not that part.
Girl.
Shit.
He spread his knees and his butt cheeks unclenched. He was slow to it but he worked his hand down his stomach slowly. Past the bottom of his shirt, over the rough stubble of his pubic area where he shaved just two days before and then, "Oh shit." Was all he could muster.
Not only was his dick gone alone with his balls but they had already been replaced. The sensation in his hand was one he had had before, with that same ex, at a movie theatre where the movie sucked but he got to finger her a bit at least. Only this time he was feeling what she must have felt too- minus the extreme shock and worry (though in reality, his ex did feel that because she actually liked the movie).
Still looking in the mirror, James watched as he spread his own newly formed pussy for him to see.
"Oh fuck."