Glenda takes charge of the situation

"I think I know what we need to do." Glenda has removed her hand from her trousers and sidled up on the bed beside you and Ivona. "This is probably another part of your daemonic heritage, something you can change like the color of your eyes, and those delicious looking curves of yours." Her language certainly had gotten more crude in the brief time since you had left the abbey.

"I don't feel like I can though!" Moaned Ivona. "Go away! I want it to go away! Why won't it go back?"

"Well...it seems like your penis is rather...erect at the moment. Maybe it's more difficult to control?" She lightly caresses Ivona's new dick, prompting a groan that sounds more of pleasure than pain. With her other hand she pulls Ivona's breeches down further to reveal a set of testicles too, her womanhood having vanished. She is certainly more feminine than masculine, her facial features, hips, and breasts actually having become more feminized since the growth of the penis. Still, her endowments at her crotch would be very difficult to cover up. You find yourself having a difficult time pulling your gaze from her new endowment, its leaking tip seems to mesmerize you.

She seems to take in what Glenda says. She props herself up on her elbows and forces herself to look at it. Her head moves slowly from side to side as she looks it over. It flexes and the three of you let out a surprised cry. You look at one another and dissolve into giggles as if you are still girls in the abbey, sharing a blanket and laughing after candlesnuff about how big Sister Anastasia's butt looks in her gown.

Ivona catches her breath and looks back to Glenda, "So how can I control it? What works for the rest of me isn't working on my...penis."

"Well I imagine your ability to control it will come instinctively with time, but for now you will probably have to make it flaccid before you can control it." Glenda nods to herself as she resumes caressing it, prompting a soft coo from Ivona this time. "Yes, I believe that's what we need to do."

"We? And what are 'we' going to do about it, my dear Glenda?" Ivona seems somewhat skeptical, though her chest is starting to rise and fall more dramatically as the sexual tension starts to affect her.

A number of lewd ideas go through your mind at the suggestion, and a look at Glenda tells you she is having similar thoughts. Prompting you both to sport lascivious smiles.

"What? What are you smiling about?" She covers her face again. "Oh, gods, sisters! I'm the one who is a half daemon, why is it you are the ones with the dirty minds? What are you thinking?"