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Now fully awake and learning the intricacies of your new pussy body, your lovely hostess allows you to examine yourself in the mirror as you acclimate to new sensations and feelings. (Part 4 of a VTF, man-to-pussy absorption caption series!)


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Story Text:


You hesitate upon hearing Lina’s words, still in a state of shock.  Your entire existence had changed in an instant, your autonomy stripped away.  Pushing back thoughts of existential dread, you focus on what you can still feel and do.  Lina’s soothing heartbeat strums in the background and you can feel a dampness permeating your body’s very core.  After finding your resolve, you attempt to move as you would with your arms and legs, instead feeling your vaginal walls contract, sending a milky tingle through your new body.  As a result, you start to drool ever so slightly, a slightly salty, feminine tang flooding your sense of taste and smell despite having no nose or tongue.

“A-- ahh…”  Lina blushes.  “I don’t mind if you move around down there, but it’s going to be your fault if I end up aroused,” she teases, sliding her index and middle fingers over her labia majora, which seem to be both your cheeks and the entire front side of your body.

Your entire being twitches as you feel Lina’s arousal, your rational thoughts getting replaced by an incessant need to be stroked and filled.  Not wanting to go down that road quite yet, you quickly force those thoughts aside.  ‘Mirror?  Y-- yeah, sure,’ you concede, knowing there was no avoiding reality.

“Sure thing,” Lina agrees as she climbs off the bed.

You feel Lina stand and the pressure of her legs and thighs squeezing you with each step.  It isn’t painful, however.  Rather, it feels natural being snugly squished between Lina’s thighs, as if it’s where you’re supposed to be.

After some fidgeting and adjusting, Lina sits and your vision is obscured, likely because your labia are currently shut.  As she gets ready, your mind wanders. ‘What will it feel like to orgasm?  With Lina’s clit-- with my clit…  And inside my body?’ Whether you like it or not, you exist as a woman’s ex organs.  Your body is built for pleasure, reproduction, and urination, with only one of those three purposes being something you can truly look forward to.  Your research indicates that regular stimulation can vastly improve the long-term happiness of those turned into genitals.

Seconds later, you’re once again enveloped by the cool bedroom air and regain your sense of sight, feeling your body’s tender folds separate as Lina spreads her thighs wide.  As your “eyes” adjust, you’re suddenly staring right at a pussy-- not just any pussy, but Lina’s.  No, that still wasn’t fully accurate.  You examine the perfectly shaped vulva, appreciating how nicely tucked the folds are with the labia minora and clitoris clearly displayed.  Neatly trimmed, orange pubic hair adorns your feminine mound and you’re left in a state of shock.  Lina’s pussy was something you've admired on numerous occasions, but seeing it from this angle is an entirely new experience.

“Just let me know if you need me to do something, okay?”  Lina asked gently, gently brushing her fingers over her mons pubis.

You shiver from her touch before squeezing your vaginal muscles once again, watching the pussy reflected back at you quiver in response.  Adrenaline surging, you do it again for good measure, confirming that you are, indeed, the vulva in the mirror.  ‘This-- is me…  Fuck,’ you muse in disbelief.  Nothing human remains; you’re merely the pristinely formed genitals of your loving girlfriend.  You expect to feel nothing but terror and unending sadness, but there’s something else; something markedly less negative, but what?  Lina is drop dead gorgeous and you’ve always taken pride in her beauty, pussy included.  For some reason, the realization that you’re part of this perfect being brings you a small degree of pride.  If you have to be a woman’s reproductive organs from now on, isn’t it better to look nice?  To be part of a woman you find attractive on a primal, visceral level.

“Is this okay?”  Lina soothingly asks as she gently brushes her fingertips over your outer labia, slowly rubbing up and down.

Blissful, milky tingles once again envelop you entirely and you feel your lips moisten.  More than that, it's as if your whole body is saturated with Lina’s slick, hot fluid.  ‘Y-- Yes, it-- it feels good,’ you stammer in response, watching Lina touch herself-- touch you in the mirror.  Why is this so damn arousing?  You have a front row seat watching the sexiest woman on the planet touch herself but it’s the realization that touching herself is also the same as touching you that truly fills you with conflicting emotions.  Her pleasure is your pleasure; if you feel good, that means she must feel good as well.  You’re her pussy now-- a body part designed to bring not only Lina immense pleasure, but yourself by proxy.

You briefly lament your helplessness.  You cannot participate, touch Lina all over, or bury your throbbing cock into her.  To make matters stranger, the realization that you are the very thing you once stuck your dick into makes you feel a sense of loss and longing amideast the pleasure.

Lina spreads her pussy apart, exposing the inner workings of her intricately formed sex.  As a result, you feel your labia further separate and get a clear view of everything.  The moist, pink clit nestled within a hood that serves as your center of sight and being, the small hole underneath that Lina relieves herself from, and her vagina.  You feel your mouth hanging slightly agape and reflexively try to close it to stop drool from leaking out.  All you manage to accomplish is briefly clenching your pussy walls while a trickle of viscous fluid escapes.

Lina hesitates before brushing the index finger of her free hand over her clit, applying a small amount of pressure.

Your vision is entirely obscured by Lina’s digit, but instead of feeling suffocated, your entire face swells and throbs with indescribable need. ‘Her clit-- my clit…  Holy shit-- shit…’ You internally stammer in disbelief as blood rushes to your head and your body throbs.  Anticipation mounts and you find yourself longing for her to continue.

Lina’s cheeks turn bright red and she suddenly pulls back.  You also notice a different, more uncomfortable pressure deep within you; something different than arousal.  But, what?  Why does it distract you from the imminent pleasure?

“I-- I have to pee,” Lina sheepishly confesses.  “I’m really sorry…  It’s something neither of us can avoid.”

Your mind races and you snap out of your state of arousal.  She has to piss?  She’s going to pee through you?  This was one aspect of pussy-hood you hadn’t been looking forward to.  Will it taste gross?  Will you feel humiliated and demeaned?

“I promise I’ll do everything in my power to prevent it from being awful,” Lina assures you as she stands up and walks to the bathroom.  “You know how clean I am.”

Before you know it, Lina’s standing in front of the toilet, her legs spread enough for you to get a clear sight of the toilet in front of you.  ‘I can’t avoid this…  Relax-- it’s no big deal,’ you insist, trying to ignore the fact that one of your sole functions now is for your girlfriend to piss through.  If your existential crisis wasn’t bad enough before, it’s certainly getting there now.