The bottle breaks

Lois quickly grasped the neck of the bottle and while she pushed from inside she pulled it as hard as she could. It was too late. She heard the bottle shatter and felt the tube collapse inside her. "So this is how I'm going to die." she thought. She expected to feel the shards tearing her flesh and then to lose consciousness and finally to bleed to ****. She felt no pain, but she figured it must be because she had gone into shock. Preparing herself to see the mortal gush of blood between her legs she looked down. Only there was no blood. In fact there was no anything. No blood, no bottle, not even broken shards. All she saw was a pinkish mist emanating from her throbbing pussy.

"What the hell...?"

Tentatively probing herself she felt nothing but the slightly wet walls of vagina. What just happened? What was in that bottle? And most importantly what was going to happen now? All of a sudden a wave of intense discomfort hit her. She doubled over and pressed her hands against her groin, hoping to staunch the pain. It subsided for a few seconds then another wave hit, worse than before. This continued for about a minute, but for Lois it felt like hours. Drenched in sweat and quivering from the aftershock, she sat up and looked down again. The pink mist was gone, but now it looked like her pussy was surrounded by a ring of tiny hairs. But that was impossible, she had been shaving her cunt bald since she was nineteen. Rubbing her slightly swollen pussy lips she discovered that not only were they not hairs but they weren't sticking up at all. They looked almost like a tattoo. but unlike a tattoo there was no difference in the feel of the skin where they were and the feel of the skin where they weren't. Also, almost imperceptibly, they appeared to be growing closer to her slit. After the initial panic of such a strange event she took a few deep breaths and settled down. Her first instinct then was to contact Clark. But what could he really do about it? His x-ray vision might reveal what it was, but then what? No, she had to go to someone who could do something about it. Someone who knew everything there was to know about a woman's body, inside and out.