"I wish I was that same woman's genitals for the next six hours."
A part of you recoils with fear at the amount of time you've just wished for, but it's too late. Once again, you grow limp, and your world fades to black.
And now that you're paying attention to it, you feel yourself "wake up" as a pussy. The sensations come rushing back, but this time you're not being sat on. Instead you feel a rythmic stretching. Left, right, left, right, and a gentle up-down bobbing motion. The mystery woman must be walking somewhere. It's very relaxing, leaving you feeling comfortable.
The "scent of a woman" is more apparent now, and you feel damper throughout. In fact, near your opening, you feel noticably wetter and stickier than you did earlier. Rationally, you know this should be gross. Irrationally though, the smells and tastes, and the taboo nature of your situation, are only turning you on. You're really a vagina right now. You could be in front of the most diligent gynecologist on the planet, and they wouldn't be able to see you as anything more than this woman's pussy. You have no idea what she's going to do. What she might do to you.
As you think this, you notice a few changes creeping up on your form. You're starting to feel warmer. The smell has sharpened a little, and your inside feels wetter. Looser. Your clit is beginning to stiffen, and you can feel other parts of you stiffening with it. You could feel the woman's pulse before, but now it's more intense. And faster.
You're a pussy, and your very nature is making you a horny pussy.
The woman stops walking. You feel a series of weird movements, hear the shuffling of clothing, and are treated to your first view of the world as a vulva. Through a bush of hair, you see a pair of black panties moving away from you. Two giant's hands are pushing a pair of jeans and underwear down the huge legs which enclose you. As the pants move to her claves, she bends forward, and your view swings upward. The scene is a minimalistic well-kept bedroom, seen from waist height, upside-down. The lights are dim, and warm.
She stands back up, and your view returns to the floor below you as she steps out of the crumpled clothes on the ground. Her legs bend while you feel her muscles tighten around you, and you're thrown skyward as she jumps into the bed. Her body bounces then comes to rest on the mattress, and you see her feet and calves rush towards you as she adjusts to sit cross-legged on top of her blankets. As she sits up, your view is swung towards her white sheets.
Everything goes still. You can her breathing, slowly and evenly. Tension seems to drain out of the muscles nearby you. You can't help but be relaxed, as your own thoughts begin to lose their distinctiveness. You can feel yourself spanning upward into her body. The warm air of the bedroom on your mons. The folds and bends of your inner lips inside your outer ones. The nub of your clit, resting inside it's hood. Your opening and lower half are being pushed into the soft white blankets, which smell freshly laundered. You could get used to this.
A loud sigh startles you back into lucidity. How long have you been daydreaming? While the woman was meditating, you were lost in the moment-to-moment experience of being her pussy, thinking of nothing in particular. She stretches, and you feel an involuntary twitch pass through you as you're flexed. Curious, you try to clench yourself, and find that you have some control as your tunnel tenses up.
"Hmm?" You hear. The woman leans back, and your view pans upward. You're inside a pair of crossed legs, and your forward vision is cut off by gigantic calves and feet. Suddenly, her hand comes into view, and it's all you can see as she gives you a rub.
Electricity passes through you, all of you is an erogenous zone. In different places you're squished and stretched. Her fingers pass close to your clit. Though the contact is brief, it triggers a lot of the tension you've built up by fantasizing. You start to imagine what it would be like if she kept rubbing, your thoughts all the more realistic now that you have some experience as a pussy. Still though, you're achingly aware that there's some things you haven't experienced yet. The heat begins to rise, as you grow wetter again.
"Woah, weird" she says. "I guess I was more pent up than I thought."
She has a nice voice. It sounds smooth, and clear. Your attention is very quickly pulled away from your sense of hearing though, as she begins to lightly drag her fingertips over you, stopping now and again to twirl or pull at your hair. The changes to your body quicken as you realize you're about to know what it's like to be a pussy being masturbated.
