Five years was a long time, certainly enough for even someone like Sarah to mature. She looked down at her two vaginas and finally felt a sense of guilt. She knew what she had to do.
Pussy (formerly Jon) didn't know what was going on. Everything felt so strange. She gasped for breath and reached out into the air. Breathing? Movement? Both of these things felt so foreign and unfamiliar to Pussy, but she soon adjusted. "What's going on?" She asked in her head to no response. She looked over--even SEEING seemed weird--she kneeled down before what she saw. It was her master.
"Get up. Please get up." Sarah said. "I'm sorry. Jon and Karyn, I'm sorry!"
"We're not worthy of you," Pussy heard a voice next to her say.
She struggled to form words of her own. Speaking was strange, "Why did you do this to us? We-we were happy as pussies! We are pussies! That is what we are!"
"No," Sarah said, "You're people, and I shouldn't have done what I did. But you're back to being who you are now...mostly. Jon, I am extra sorry for you. I couldn't get you back to being male, but at least you're both human."
Pussy spoke again, "You don't have to apologize to me. You are my master. I am your Pussy!"
"No, your name is Jon."
"No! I am Pussy!" Pussy screamed back on the verge of tears.
