Trisha jumped off the sofa and ran for the bathroom. There, she quickly pulled off her dress slacks and underwear to reveal a very large cock and balls in her crotch!
"Holy fucking shit!" Trisha said aloud to herself.
Going back over her day she thought through it for anything odd. At least for anything odd besides the big cock she now had! Ok, she knew she did NOT have a dick when she had peed at the gas station, so this HAD to have happened since then. But it was medically impossible to just grow a penis, let alone grow one in 20 minutes! Then she remembered finding a rock at the gas station. She remembered the odd way the traffic had started moving when she had wanted it to. She also remembered ..saying I WISH Matt could be the one to have our children! Trisha dug through her pants and found the strange stone. Could this really be .magic?
Confused and desperate Trisha held the stone and said, "I wish everything was back to normal."
Nothing happened.
"Umm, I wish I was still the one to have the children in our relationship"
Nothing happened.
Trisha just looked down at the large and limp dick still hanging from her. In frustration she threw the stone down and it rolled behind the vanity. Fuck she thought, did I really think I had a magic wishing ROCK? Pull it together Trish.
Trisha then thought back to the weird woman talking to her groin at the gas station. SHE must be the answer! Maybe she was muttering a spell? Guh, WHY did she keep saying magic? There had to be a scientific explanation. Maybe the woman had a chemical or virus that she had just used on herself that she was freaking out about. Maybe there was still some on the toilet seat when Trisha sat down and peed!
THAT must be what happened. Ugh, what was she going to tell Matt? But wait .hadn't MATT just knowingly patted her penis? Obviously he knew about her penis before she did! Maybe HE DID THIS!
There was a knock at the door, and Matt called out. "Trish? Hun? You okay in there?"
Trisha burst out of the bathroom door and glared at her husband. "Okay, WHT DID YOU DO? What the hell is this GRS convention you want to go to? Is this some sick pervert thing? Why the fuck do I have a cock?"
Mat was taken aback by his wife's aggressive and odd behavior. "Hun? What's going on? What's perverted? Calm down! The GRS is just a Genital Reversal Syndrome convention. We talked about going for a while. It's supposed to have a bunch of specialists that can help people with our GRS condition! We were hoping to, you know, maybe get more help on how I could get pregnant? Do you not want a baby with me anymore? Is that what this is about? Are you having anxiety again because you don't have a womb? I've told you a thousand times I don't think less of you as a woman just because you have a penis! Hun, it doesn't matter which of us carries our child. It will still be ours. I only signed us up for the convention because I just thought and I thought YOU thought some assistance in getting me pregnant would be helpful. Lots of couples with GRS sometimes have a hard time conceiving like we have. If you're too stressed from work and don't want to go I understand."
As she struggled to process all Matt had said, Trisha just glanced down at her husband's groin. It was totally flat, except for a slight camels toe. Matt had a vagina!
