Sister's home

After some hours of having fun, John rubbed his stomach, glad he tested out his new snatch with the dildos he borrowed from his sister. For a moment, he closed his eyes and dozed off for a moment.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

John jerked to attention at hearing his sister's voice and smacked his head on the wall.

"JOHN!" his sister shouted as the door flew open. "WHAT DO YOU DO... with my... stuff?"

John opened his eyes and looked at his sister, who was staring at him with confusion and bewilderment.

"Is that a...?" his sister mouthed the question. "What?"

John snapped his fingers, making a change that he was born with a pussy and that there were a percentage of men on the planet that were also cuntboys like him, just to make it less strange. He sighed with relief, glad that he wouldn't have to explain his odd equipment, until he became confused with the growing fury on his sister's face.

"You took my shit and used it when I was away from home, you little fuck!"

In his haste to make the changes in the world to make his strange anatomy make sense, he completely forgot that his hated anyone entering her room and taking something from there--he remembered the times his sister became angry with him just taking a book to read for later as a kid.

"I'm going to punish you for be a little twat..." his sister rummaged in the box and took out a strap-on that was a mix of horse, and dog dildos, with added barbs along the long shaft. "By abusing the shit out of your twat!"