Zoe was always the first in the family to get home after they all left in the morning; she tended to skip classes. A sticky note awaited her on the front door. She lifted it off the door and began to read, unable to stop herself. "I wish my butthole and genitals switched places."
Zoe shrugged and ripped it into tiny pieces, depositing them in the garbage can and heading up to her room. She stripped in her room, taking off the uncomfortable Goth clothes she wore at school and standing there in her panties and bra, staring at them in the mirror for a moment before shrugging and taking them off too. Another quick glance in the mirror, and she walked away... to... what?
In between her legs was an entirely foreign... thing. Under her hair, instead of a slit, there was a hole, puckered almost closed. Zoe turned around and spread her cheeks, and in between them was a very familiar sight. That dumb little sticky pad must have done something to her! She stared at the asshole down between her legs, wondering. Wondering how she would live like this. She certainly wouldn't have to worry about camel toe.
