Dreading what the Cookie would tell her, Jenny nonetheless broke it open and looked at what the Note said:
“#4 Some good news at last
But mixed with the Bad
The switched are back to their proper place
No need to be sad”
Her relief at finally losing her crotch-face was short lived, as she read the next few lines.
“Your torment is not over
You’ll need lots of towels
For along with your bladder
You’ve lost control of your bowels.
But do not fear too much
In fact take it in your stride
For how people react
Is for you to decide”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Jenny near-silently chanted as her mouth and eyes returned to their correct place on her head, with her pussy back between her legs.
Now she had a serious problem on her hands, when it had just been the bladder, she could at least have a means of dealing with it. Now she’d end up having to cart her own shit around for perhaps hours at a time. Worse still, judging by what lay under her bed, reality appeared to have been adjusted to account for this.
Then she felt a dull ache by her ass, and rushing to the bathroom, was barely able to get onto the toilet before unloading herself, load after load of brown mess landing in the porcelain bowl.
“At least, I made it.” She sighed as the implications of what had happened today sunk in. Now she couldn’t control the actions of either her bladder or bowels now, as she dreaded the day ahead, having to walk around in a diaper to hold it when it happened.
It was more than she could take, and sobbing quietly as she returned to her bedroom to dress herself for the day, hoping that she could at least hold it together for the time being. After all, they hadn’t said much about when she had her mouth and pussy in the wrong place, there might be a slim hope that she could pull through this day without anything going wrong.
Then she re-read the last lines of that fortune, with how people would react being inside her control. Maybe, just maybe she could work this to her advantage.