Julia cautiously stepped over to the vanity. She looked perfectly ordinary with one major exception. Apparently a pussy that had taken up residence where her mouth had been. For whatever reason, it still operated as her mouth, allowing her to speak almost clearly. She used familiar muscles to hold it open. Behind the wrinkled labia were her teeth and tongue. Warm breath fogged the glass as she examined it. As far as she could tell, it was a vagina on the outside only.
“Am I allowed to freak out?” Julia asked, shivering at the sight of her new lips moving.
“You didn’t mind the dick nipples.” Kara laughed. “What’s wrong with this?
“The dicks weren’t on my face...” Julia complained.
“Well... If we’ve changed twice, who’s to say we won’t change again...” Kara shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get your mouth back on the next one...”
“But why did we change again?” Julia asked. “Did Henry change too?”
“I don’t think so...” Kara replied. “He still had four arms...”
“Wait...” Julia considered. “What were you doing right before you changed?”
“You know what I was doing.” Kara blushed.
“Yea...” Julia considered. “And I was... Doing that too...”
“Do you think that’s what triggers it?” Kara asked.
“Only one way to find out.” Julia said, drooling from the bottom of her slit.
“That was fun and all, but I’m exhausted...” Kara laughed.
“Maybe Henry will test the theory for us.” Julia shrugged.
As if on queue, Henry yelled from down the hall. “Are you two alright in there?”
“Uh... We’re fine... Mostly...” Kara called back. “Why?”
“Hurry back...” He hollered. “They’re interviewing those conjoined reporters...”