"You really can't tell, can you?" asked Karyn. "I'll give you a hint; its a physical change."
Jon looked at himself in the mirror. He still looked the same, still wearing the same black shirt, denim miniskirt and sneakers. He slid his hands down his skirt, beneath his panties and felt between his legs. "You'd better not have done anything to Excelcior, Karyn," he said. That was the nickname Jon gave to his vagina, as proud of his beautiful vagina as many normal guys were proud to have a large penis.
"Actually," said Karyn, mischeviously, "I have done something to your pussy."
Jon began to panic. He could feel that his 'package' was still there, pubic hair and all. "What is it Karyn," he began to beg. "You didn't make me pregnant or anything, did you? I want to be a mother, but not when I'm in high school."
"I did one thing to your pussy," said Karyn. "I gave you one."
"What do you mean, Karyn," asked Jon. "I've always had a vagina. You always said that I looked cute with it. You keep suggesting that I shave it, but I've always refused." Jon was confused; because the wish had altered his memory, he thought that he really had always possessed a woman's sexual organs.
