Touch yourself

The urge to touch yourself is overwhelming. You collapse on the bed, one hand caressing your new breasts. Your other hand can't grasp your cock -- it is too small now. You play with it between two fingers and your thumb, shuttering at the feelings that course through you.

Although you don't notice it, you mouth hangs open as you squirm. Finally, unable to satisfy yourself with your fingers, you roll over on your stomach, humping yourself against the pillows and sheets. Your tiny cock finally explodes, and you feel a familiar wetness on the sheets and coating your stomach.

As soon as you come, you find yourself exhausted and unable to stay awake. You fall asleep nude, lying in your own mess.

You can't tell how long you sleep, but you awake feeling rested and relaxed. There is oddly no feeling of sickness on your skin or the sheets.

Then you realize there's something else you don't feel! Reaching down to see if your cock has shrunk even more, you encounter...nothing. Your hand traces across a completely smooth area over your public bone.

Throwing the sheets off, you see the terrible truth: not the faintest hint of a cock or balls. You feel two new soft flaps of skin between your legs--exploring with your fingers, you discover an opening between them that is slightly sticky. As you draw your hand back, you shudder as your finger accidentally brushes over a sensitive little nub at the front of your...I guess you have to call it a slit now.

Seriously alarmed, but not a little aroused, you stare round the room again. Only one thing has changed: the window on the west wall is now gone--instead there are partly open curtains leading to an open balcony.