When I wake up I smell and taste soap and shaving cream. I feel a sharp blade touching my forehead and brushing the sides of my new outer labia. I must be in the shower and am getting shaved. So I'm still a vagina, it's not all a dream I think to myself.
Suddenly I realize that Kyle said I could communicate with Emma. Immediately I try to talk to Emma, "EMMA! EMMA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" No response! Kyle! That lying peace of shit! If I can't communicate with Emma, I really am just her vagina, a part of her body. She has no clue her Vagina is me, Jen! A person, her housemate! If I could cry I would have but vagina's don't cry apparently.
I am now almost free from shaving cream and the water slides past my lips. I feel nice and clean and I smell and taste a little bit better. Then I feel a pressure building up inside me. I feel like puking. Suddenly out of another part of me I start puking piss! The smell and taste is terrible. I spray with a force I have never felt a yellow stream of piss down Emma's legs into the shower. After a few seconds I stop puking and a washcloth is being put to my lips. Emma peed in the shower! And I had to taste and smell it! Awful! I don't want this! I want to tell Kyle I am sorry! I don't want to be someones vagina! I don't want to be used just for sex, pissing and I don't even want to think about what will happen once a month! I am a girl and had a real life and friends!
While I am struggling with myself I try to move again. To no avail, in the mirror I can see Emma's pussy wiggling. Again I start to feel a little sweaty and horny. Apparently Emma's vagina, me, gets easily aroused. Emma starts giggling "wow! today is gonna be a day like that huh? Been a long time since I got horny so easily and often."
Emma was drying of and she wiped me extra dry. Finally I felt a little clean. She grabbed a tight shirt and put it on. "Today is no bra day!" Emma shouts to no one in particular. The shirt emphasizes her petite frame nicely and you can only see her nipples if you really looked. She has nice perky breasts. Just a little smaller then a handfull so a bra is not necessary. Then she picked up a thong and my vision got obscured. It was a red thong so from now on everything was red for me. Next Emma put on some jeans and my vision was lost.
I felt Emma moving and walking down the stairs. Then Emma opened the door and I was hit with warmth. Emma was outside and it was hot outside. Emma started running and I felt my lips scraping against the tight jeans while she ran. Even running, combined with the heat made me start to drool and sweat, I was again getting horny. I heard a bus and a door open and a few steps more and then I got squished as Emma sat down in the bus. It was very hot and the bus did not have airco. Also the vibrations of this diesel engine felt nice. Me in my confined state started to sweat a bit more. Next to Emma I heard someone starting to talk. It was one of my cheerleading girlfriends, Anna. "Hi Emma, how are you?" They started chit chatting about girl stuff. It was nice to have a bit of a distraction from the sweating but the longer the conversation took the wetter and sweatier I was getting. Why was I getting wet? Now the salty taste of my own juices started to return to my mouth. I also started to smell myself again. I tried to hold back my own horniness but my juices started to escape my lips.
I was creating a little wet spot on the underwear in which I lived today. I can't help it! If I close my mouth the pleasure would only be intensified.
Then I heard him. KYLE! "Hi Jenn, how is your life being a pussy?" I wanted to yell at him but he started talking again. "to bad that you still can't talk... Maybe I'll let you talk to me for a little bit via telekinesis, but only with me. And suddenly I knew I could talk to Kyle. "YOU ASSHOLE!! I HATE YOU!! TURN ME BACK PL...." I was cut short. Then Kyle said: "sh sh sh... You don't have to yell. Especially not asshole. You are closer to being an asshole then I am. I could turn you into Emma's asshole if you'd llike to. Should I? No I thought so. Now how is your life? And pleas just talk. I knew I was powerless so I gave in. "I hate being a pussy." "Why?" asked Kyle, "don't you enjoy being so close to your friend? I want you to hear you say what you are! I want you to say that you are nothing but a smelly, wet, horny little Pussy "No!" I replied, "I will never! You MONSTER!
"Well, too bad! Here is a little addition your punishment" Kyle said. "I will let you talk to Emma as soon as I see fit. You already are a vagina that gets wet easily. But from now on Emma will become aroused even more easily. Especially by girls. When she interacts or looks at girls she thinks are hot you will constantly dribble. So Jen, what are you?
"No Kyle! Please don..." That was the last I could say before Kyle cut me off again. And already I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. More liquid started escaping my lips. The wet spot I created was getting bigger and bigger and I was scared that the smell I was producing would be noticed. Kyle was right, I am nothing but a smelly, wet and horny little pussy...