Sophie woke up in a tangle of satin sheets. It was a Saturday, a day off, but the bright light through the curtains told her it was time to get up. But first, another 10 minutes of wonderful sleep.
She rolled over -- and felt something very strange south of her belly button pushing back, not letting her roll over easily.
Ray stirred beside her in the bed, said, "Mmmff," and rolled away from her, taking a good bit of blanket with him.
Had he left something in the bed? Sophie tried to roll away, but the thing rolled with her. She felt the texture of the sheets in a different way -- it felt sexual, located down near her pussy - but it wasn't her pussy she was feeling. Reluctantly exposing herself to the cool air, she lifted the sheet in her fingers and peeped into the gloom.
She saw a long, stiff shape sticking straight out from her pubic bone! Sophie gasped and threw the sheet back over her hips. The sheet made a little tent over the end of the.... whatever it was.
She lifted the sheet again. There it was, purple and proud. It seemed like she could feel it, too. It had a sort of ache, or throb to it, but not painful. More like an urgent desire. It wanted something badly. But what?
Sophie reached one hand down below the blankets. The stiff thing jumped and stretched under her hand. She felt a mild thrill along the torpedo-shaped appendage. She gave it a good strong tug, which also felt nice, but had no effect on its location. This thing was definitely part of her, she realized. Very strange!
And frightening. Had she somehow changed sex? Was this thing cancerous? Would it stay there forever?
She rolled away from Ray to get out of bed. As she did, she shivered from the sensation of the sheets flowing over the tip of this thing. She stood next to the bed looking down. It was purple and smooth. It curved up and out from the light down over her pubic bone to just about the height of her belly button, a good eight inches long. It's sturdy width tapered from the place where it was attached to her to a narrower shaft before ending in an expanded head. It looked like an abstract sculpture of a man's penis.
Sophie wrapped her right hand around the shaft. This wasn't abstract. It was warm and slightly yielding. And wrapping her hand around it felt nice. Very nice! She felt the urge to move her shaft inside that hand and rocked her hips a little bit. Yum!
The she looked for her robe, but it was hard to concentrate with this dong waving about as she turned this way and that. It certainly demanded a lot of attention! she thought with a bit of annoyance. Finally, she located her cotton kimono on the back of the door, slipped into it and went to the bathroom to investigate this new bit of herself.
Seated on the toilet, she quickly put her gender fears to rest. She found her pussy lips down below her new appendage. Her clitoris was still present -- and working -- even though it was a bit crowded by the thick new neighbor above it. She peed the same as ever. No stupid balls hanging down there, thank God.
She stood up and let the robe fall open. She looked in the mirror. Sure, there was this strange new thing arching up from her pubic bone, but other than that, all was the same. Mirror, mirror on the wall, she thought, who has the most beautiful breasts of all? I do! Pert, perfect, apple-sized and round. Lovely as they ever were. She lifted them in her hands, watched the nipples stiffen. Rubbed them with her thumbs. Oooh! Still looking and working great.
But enough of this vanity. Sophie had a possible medical emergency on her hands.
Still, she realized, she wasn't feeling worried. She was feeling curious.
How was it attached? she wondered, feeling her way around the base. It certainly didn't feel like it was just stuck on. There was no edge she could feel. Her normal copper-toned skin just merged into this new purple part seamlessly. She tugged it up, down, sideways. It was definitely not falling off!
She pulled it straight up to look at the tip. There was a tiny pinhole at the very end, but not a slit like on Ray's cock. It didn't seem to be a second pee hole. Didn't need one, obviously. So what was this one for?
All this manipulation was causing a reaction. Her purple cock swelled a bit and poked another half inch or so out of the end of her fist. She felt that urgency again. She - it - wanted something.
It wanted to poke itself into any warm soft place, she realized, clamping down with her hand and pushing back and forth with her hips. Yeah, baby, she thought, that's what I like. Fuck me.
Wait, who thought that? Was it her or the dingus doing the thinking here? It was hard to tell. Maybe that's what was wrong with Ray most of the time.
Not that she was a stranger to desire, but her usual sexual arousal was more of a patient, spreading slow burn over her whole body. Whereas, she thought, this greedy thing just wanted all the pleasure for itself. It wanted something warm, wet, tight....
It wanted pussy! Now!
Sophie was still trying to get a handle on the rigid purple organ she'd found growing out of her pelvis when she woke up this morning. She was glad Ray liked to sleep late.
She took a deep breath and considered the situation with her logical mind. OK, suddenly she had a new organ. A sexual organ. It was stiff and purple and sticking straight out in front of her. This was inconvenient, certainly. It would definitely make her usual style of dressing problematic. If people knew about it, they might consider her a freak.
Men's cocks weren't stiff all the time. In fact, most of the time they just curled up in a little ball. Maybe her thing would droop, too. She pictured a shrunken dick hanging out of her pubic bone like a bit of purple hose. Not a good look, she thought.
But, as it was, smooth, firm, assertive, nicely shaped, even artistic, Sophie realized she rather liked this new accessory. It was a great color for her. Her olive skin accentuated the purple, and the upward curve of the cock echoed the slight roundness of her lower belly. This wasn't a man's penis, but the kind of thing a woman would design. The kind a superhero would have. She could imagine adding a gold chain or a diamond ring.
And it needed a name. Dick, dong, schlong cock, penis, none of these words for male "members" was right. She thought about tubular things that weren't weapons: carrot, zucchini, cucumber? Something a queen would have... a scepter? Or, a goddess. A wand! Yes, she had a magic wand!
Whatever she called it, what would Ray think? She looked at her wand in the mirror. It was bigger than Ray's penis by a good deal. He'd feel intimidated, maybe embarrassed, maybe he'd even be jealous and mean about it. But, she wouldn't be able to hide it. And Ray was a wonderful husband. Sophie thought Ray would rise to the occasion.
"Honey," she rocked Ray's shoulder. "Wake up. I need to show you something."
Ray opened one eye, closed it. Then his eyes popped wide open and he jumped back in bed.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?" he windmilled his arms to free himself from the sheets.
