As long as she could remember, she always had a large clitoris. She had also always been able to pee directly from the tip of it. Other girls sat to pee; so she would too, even though she never quite understood why. It wasn’t something she ever gave much thought to, at least not until after her parents gave her “the talk.” They knew about her chest, and the recent growth made them realize that their little girl wouldn’t always be innocent. Following that, they signed her up for an early sex ed course offered through the grade school.
She had never been all that worried about sex but couldn’t help feeling a little curious. Were four boobs normal? Mom was like that, but none of her friends were. Her parents always told her that she was normal, but what would the school have to say about it?
The instructor projected images of genitals and breasts at different stages of development, explaining as she moved through the slides. None of the images had more than two, so Erica waited until after class to ask the teacher if having more was normal. The instructor said something about polymastia and supernumerary nipples, adding that both conditions were rare. Erica wasn’t satisfied with the answer and decided not to ask about her clitoris.
Once home from school, she grabbed a flashlight and hand mirror, then locked herself in the bathroom. She stripped her skirt and panties, placed the mirror on the floor and squatted down above it. Using the flashlight and some careful positioning, she was able to see into her vagina. She was a virgin, but didn’t seem to have a closed hymen like some of the pictures. Further in, she could see her cervix. On either side, a pair of labia stuck to her vulva.
It all looked just like the graphic until she tried to find a urethra. There was only one hole, and her lack of a urethra made perfect sense. It had always ran down the length of her clitoris. How else would she have been peeing from it? That part wasn’t like the image either. In fact, her clitoris looked more like the shaft and head of a penis. It had a foreskin and everything.
This realization troubled her. For months, her body had been changing. Her nipples budding, breasts swelling, and occasionally she would wake up with wet spot in her panties, highlighted by a rigid clitoris pushing hard against her hood. Was that actually a penis? Was she really a girl? The instructor did say everyone was different, so maybe she was as unique down below as she was up high. She wondered if her pseudo-penis would get bigger and really didn’t know what was worse; her growing chest or the unusual genitals between her legs. What would happen if her classmates found out?
She was startled by a hard knock at the door.
“Sis, hurry up!” Tim commanded.
“Alright... Sorry...” She hesitated, pulling back on her panties and skirt...