A rebellious redhead

You frown at the face in the mirror, who gives you an equally disapproving look in return. Of course - it's the same face you always had, with short red hair framing the sides, having been gelled into sharp-looking spikes and their tips faintly dyed black. From behind your frown you see a pair of smoky grey eyes, matching your pale complexion and light smattering of freckles. You grin slightly; at least your face looks the same as ever.

Since you entered high school, students and faculty alike regarded you as one of the "problem kids". In fact this wasn't true at all - if anything, you avoided problems entirely by virtue of your intimidating facade of apathy and nonchalance. Sure, you tended to look the part of the typical punk, but it was just so idiots would leave you alone. Even then, you had a good number of admirers; a few simpering boys and a larger number of girls who suspected you of being butch. Naturally you dismissed all of them - you didn't feel like you swung either way, and you didn't put much stock in relationships at school, save for a couple of individuals you might consider "close friends".

Gazing downwards, you reach for the pole that manifested over your vagina out of nowhere, giving it a slight tug. The resultant sensation makes you throw your head back slightly in a hiss. "...The fuck?" you mutter as you give yourself a couple more experimental strokes to the same effect. Nope - it doesn't look like it's coming off.

You sigh - one way or another, you've somehow turned into a hermaphrodite. Permanently, perhaps. Strangely you're not too bothered by the prospects; after all, it kinda just naturally happened. That said, you have no idea what it's like to have a dick, and it's not something you can just shove into someone's face for advice...