Jenny stayed where she had collapsed on the floor, mind whirling around and around in circles, unable to process what had happened to her, but unable to deny it at the same time. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to act.
What...
How...
She couldn't leave the house, not like this. But there was no way that she'd be able to hide away forever. But even beyond the fact that she wouldn't be able to hide forever, how was she even alive? No mouth and nose. How was she breathing, and why didn't she feel short of breath. What could she do? What should she do?
But even as she felt without choices, even more choices were removed from her.
A quick staccato of knocks rung on the door of the bathroom. And with them... came a shudder, shared by Jenny, the room, the house, the world. For a moment the Curse and Reality came into conflict, and in the end the world lost. "Jenny?" A soft spoken voice called out from the other side of the door, as memories roiled in the changed girl's head.
Not one set, but two. Memories of herself, the same as they had always been, her first steps, school, joining gymnastics, meeting a young boy named James, becoming a cheerleader, arguments and fights, a confused and surprised first kiss, starting her senior year, finally becoming a couple, James's constant pressure for sex, Kyle's misfortune that she had nothing to do with, a strange call one morning, a sneeze, a Kiss, fucking in her bed, running to the bathroom before school.
Memories of herself, the same as they had always been, her first steps, school, joining gymnastics, meeting a little girl named Lillian, becoming a cheerleader, arguments and fights, a confused and surprised first kiss, starting her senior year, finally becoming a couple, learning that Lillian wasn't normal, Kyle's misfortune that she had nothing to do with, a strange call one morning, a sneeze, a Kiss, some heavy petting, going to the bathroom before school.
The door opened, as Lillian entered the bathroom. The stranger/Jenny's girlfriend stood at an even six foot two, with a svelte but not flat body, pale skin, green eyes and long black hair. She wasn't exactly the kind of girl that people expected a preppy cheerleader like Jenny to have, had she been a boy Lilliana might have been considered the stereotypical skaterboi - ripped jeans, a skateboard with her wherever she went, a tattered Metallica shirt.
Of course, there was one other thing about the girl. Something that confused one set of Jen's memories all the more, and drew the eyes of the current Jen. A rather large bulge in the girl's jeans. Lilliana wasn't exactly a normal girl. Or rather, she'd been born a natural hermaphrodite, and her parents had decided to left nature run it's course - if she became a girl, then she would be a girl, if she grew up a man, that's fine too. And right now, right here? That extra part of her, that very much not a girl part of her girlfriend/stranger was calling to her. She needed it. She hungered for it.
A bit of her memories called out, trying to remind her that suddenly things had changed, she was a virgin again. It would hurt - again. But the rest of Jenny was already moving, "Jenny, are you alri-" the girl pounced, pushing Lilliana back and allowing the taller girl to fall back onto her bed. Her hands were pulling at the girl's shirt, pushing at her pants. Those clothes were in the way. Just as quick, Jenny was shucking her own clothing, trying to get naked as fast as possible.
And once the skater realized what was happening, she also started to pull her clothes off. Now, Lilliana had been wanting this for a good while, but she wasn't willing to push her girlfriend on something as important as this, as big as this. She cared too much for Jenny. She honestly was wanting to try and live out the rest of her life with this wondrous girl that put up with her strange and confusing body.
As the last of the skater's clothes were tossed aside, Jenny paused, eyes widening at the sight before her. The cock before her wasn't even all the way hard yet... but it was already eleven inches long. It was as long as her forearm. It's little surprise that that sight sent both her ends a'leaking, calling out how much they needed that thing inside of her.