Confirm the Situation

"What the fuck!?", Kevin thought as he turned to head into stall and latched the door. He quickly, nervously, scrambled to undo his belt and jeans waistband button and subsequently dropped his drawers and sat down as though he had an emergency case of the shits.

With knees spread wide, looking down with eyes as big as, well, as big as they could possibly get and perhaps just a bit bigger. Having had more than a few sexual conquests in his recent past, Kevin absolutely knew that what he was looking at was a pussy but could it be his? This can't be happening! He slipped his right hand into his now empty crotch. On their way down, his fingers running through his new pubic bush and gently traced what his mind was struggling to believe. On their way back up, feeling the vaginal lips and following the slit, touched his clit, sending a new sensation up into his pecs.

Then remembering why he came in here, Kevin exhaled and relaxed as the warm feeling of urine finding its way through his folds, audibly trickled into the water below. As he finished up with a half dozen sheets of TP, it was now confirmed. For no reason Kevin could think of, the impossible had happened. He no longer had his male junk but in it's place was a pussy.

Kevin let out a bewildered sigh and slowly stood up and pulled his boxer briefs back up to their normal position. Now with the pouch empty and loose. After zipping his fly and buckling his belt Kevin exited the stall a bit self conscious about the front of his pants without a male bulge, hoping that no one would notice.