His genitals with his sister’s

As Ethan got up off the ground, he couldn’t help but feel something was off. Not just the fact that he could feel the tits on his chest moving around, but something else. As he stood up, he looked down, and realized previously mentioned tits were blocking his view of his lower body. Annoyed, he looked up and stared at the old mirror. Aside from his chest, nothing seemed off, though-

Ethan realized that he really needed to pee all of a sudden.

He quickly began descending the ladder from the attic, leaving his shirt behind as he rushed towards the bathroom. The tits on his chest bounced painfully every step of the way, much to his annoyance, but there was no time to think about that right now. He really needed to get to the bathroom before he pissed himself.

As he got to the bathroom, the door opened, revealing his sister, Emily. She was a bit confused as she stepped out, wondering why on earth she was on the toilet if she didn’t need to use it. As she saw her brother running past her into the bathroom, his leaking tits accidentally scraping past her shirt, leaving a wet streak.

“Eww dude, don’t spill your milk on me!” She said, though Ethan ignored her, slamming the bathroom door as he went to over to the toilet and pulled his pants down. She huffed, scratching the bulge between her yoga pants as she went back to her room. She loved her brother, but he was such a weirdo sometimes.

Something was wrong. He was supposed to feel his dick flop out. Why wasn’t it coming out? Ethan tried to feel around for his dick, but recoiled as he felt his hand touch something else. Something wet.

A slit.

Ethan sat down on the toilet, not wanting to look down as he peed into the bowl. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, that the impossible had happened. But as he felt the last drops leave him, he looked.

Between his legs was a bush of black hair, partly concealing a glistening wet slit. The skin around it seemed slightly lighter than his, and a bit smoother. His hand went down, gently parting the opening. He gasped as his fingers made contact. A strange warmth filled his stomach, and as Ethan quickly pulled his hand away, he could feel something wet on his fingers.

“I have a vagina. And a pair of tits. What the actual fuck is happening to me?!” He said, looking away from his crotch. He leaned back against the toilet seat, trying to process what had happened. The first instance occurred when he put the ring on, and then the second when he tried to take it off. He held his other hand up, seeing the ring still on there. Two of the colored gems on the ring appeared to be glowing.

“I guess that checks out, with each change one of these starts glowing. But what happens when it reaches four?” He said to himself, as he tried to pad his -ugh- pussy dry and get cleaned up. As he slipped his pants back on, and got in front of the mirror, he wondered what the hell he was going to do now.