As she lowered the phone, an unusual tingling sensation began in her groin. She lifted her skirt and watched as her labia squeezed together. She reached down and tried to pull them apart. It was no use. From the inside out, her pussy seemed to be fusing shut. Soon, her slit was nothing more than a blemish in her skin. Then, even that faded to match the surrounding area. The transformation ended, leaving a flawless mound behind. Just as Kyle had said, she no longer had a pussy.
To make things worse, she had yet to use the restroom that morning. She could feel her bowels rearranging and the previously tolerable pressure had moved into a far less comfortable position in her rectum. In a panic, she ran to the bathroom. Why did Kyle do this to her? What did Sam have to do with all of it? She was angry, on the verge of tears, and above all, confused. The only two things she knew for certain were that she really needed to use the toilet, and she needed to show Sam the change.
Of course, finding Sam wasn’t immediately possible. There was still time before her mom would take her to school. Enough time to finish dressing and, fortunately, to use the bathroom. She entered the bathroom, took a seat and relaxed. Urine shot from her anus. It was much warmer than she expected.
She sat there and cried, trying to come to terms with what had happened. She ran her hands along the smooth skin, but found no sensitivity. In fact, she may as well have been touching the skin on her leg. Kyle took away her sex. She would never be able to pleasure herself again. There would be no children in her future. She was a freak of nature, now forced to piss from her ass. She recalled the conversation over and over, trying to piece together what was going on. Big questions remained; what were the first two parts of her dare, and what did Sam have to do with it?
After a while, she heard Mom hollering up the stairs. “Jen, we need to get going...”
Jen sniffed then yelled back, “Alright... I’ll be down shortly...”
She didn’t have time to cry. Sam was her next destination. Meeting with her would fulfill the third dare. She grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped as though she had just taken a crap, then left for her room. Once there she pulled on a top, lifted up a pair of panties, then slipped on her shoes. With her book bag over her shoulder she left to meet Mom downstairs...