I.
The happiest and weirdest episode in Rory Gilmore's life started when she discovered a secret access to the Forbidden Section in Yale's Library. She found it by chance, hidden behind the fascinating "History of Theory of Literature in the Pitcairn Islands" shelf, which for some reason no one other than her seemed to ever consult. Rumored to be older than the University itself, the Forbidden Section was an underground hexagonal room which contained thousands of leather bound volumes with weird titles such as "The Mongol discovery of the Americas" or "The cheek that turned: the Autobiography of Jesus of Nazareth".
Rory didn't know where to start, overwhelmed as she was, so she decided to make a pro-con list to decide between spending hours reading every title and making subsequent pro-con lists to decide between each one until she arrived at a winner or just giving up and choosing a book at random. Choosing a book at random won 8 pros to 4 cons and she ended up with a huge red book called "Why Communism Works, Actually".
"No way" she said out loud, then remembered that even though she was alone at the Forbidden Section, this was still a library. So she shushed herself and repeated "No way" at a lower volume. She opened the book at the Index and decided to skip to the section on the role of women in international worker liberation.
"Women are by nature weaker and milder in disposition than men are. Women have endured such state of affairs for thousands of years, but since the advent of predatory capitalism it has become a historical necessity for Humanity to gather all its assets so that the working class can be victorious in its clash against tyranny. Therefore women must rise up to the call of history and leave behind their inherent delicacy, fragility and passivity and embrace a new, more forceful way of being. In order to gain the thirst and power of men and participate actively in the revolution to come, women everywhere must recite the following poem on a night of full moon..."
"What a Load of B.S.!" She let out, and shushed herself again, suppressing the impulse of apologizing to the venerable-looking books for her behavior. But she thought the misogynistic content of the red book justified the outrage. There was no way that just by reading:
Rectus! terrae damnati!
Rectus! servi famem!
Ratio in cratere suo tonat;
Haec eruptio finis.
Ex praeteritis mundis lapsus faciamus;
Turba ancillae, surgite! rectus!
Mundus turpia mutabit;
Nos nihil sumus, omnia pereamus!
She would gain "the thirst and power of men'', whatever nonsense that was. Rory was about to check out the chapters on economics in case they were more reasonable and frankly less stupid than the section on women but suddenly felt very weary and tired, as in the morning before she had had her coffee. She closed the book in a daze and put it back on its shelf. Then she blinked and found herself in her dorm room, not really remembering how she had gotten there. The communist words in Latin bounced around inside her head. She was in her underwear and a loose tank-top, it was dark and she climbed onto bed and tucked herself beneath the covers. Rory was so tired she fell asleep almost immediately. Outside her dorm room, the full moon shone over campus.
II.
All night, Rory was uncomfortable. She kept turning around, flipping her pillow, suddenly sweating and feeling very hot and taking off the covers, then shivering and seeking desperately for the covers again, dreaming all sorts of blurry nonsense: a chorus of bearded men and rough looking women chanting in a language she did not know and tanks rolling down snowy streets. When she woke up she was face up, looking at the ceiling, covered only by the sheets. She looked down and she noticed a prominent tent in her crotch area.
"What...?" she whispered, and removed the sheets. Her cotton panties were torn off, hanging like a flag on top of her new and completely erect mast of a penis. She quickly covered herself up with the sheet and sat on the bed. "...the Hell?". She turned to her side and saw Paris sound asleep in her own single bed, with her long blond hair spread all over her pillow, babbling something about the Nicaragua crisis. Rory peeked under the sheets just in case it had been some sort of pervy illusion but it seemed to be real. She had a penis. Veiny and fleshy with a spongy, pulsing, circumcised head. A pair of hairless but heavy balls leaning out below. She lightly touched the head and it was warm like the belly of a small animal. Her heart raced as she placed her fingers around the shaft and closed her hand and felt the veins full against her palm. She slowly began to masturbate, up and down the whole length of her new toy. Her roommate could wake up at any moment and how would she then hide...it? Maybe Paris wouldn't notice anything, self-involved as she was. She would jump out of bed like a hurricane and at the same time would wash her teeth, work out, eat a whole-grain toast, get dressed, have a shower and do a pile of homework that had magically appeared during the night like her dick had. Rory squeezed the head of her cock. It was so bloated it could barely fit in her tiny hands. She bit her lips so as not to moan as she jerked off, faster and faster, unable to contain herself. She felt her whole body warming up, from her cheeks to her curling toes.
"What the hell are you doing?" Paris yelled. Rory hurried to cover herself up just as she was about to shoot her load. Her hands were sticky with pre-cum and she tried to discreetly wipe them off on the sheets, but she knew she wasn't fooling Paris, who was watching her like a hawk.
"What was that?" Paris said, rising from her bed "What did you just hide?"
"Nothing"
Paris was up, opening the windows to get more light. She was in her pajamas, white with red and yellow figures like a Miró painting. She pounced towards Rory's bed and ripped off the sheets in one fell swoop. Rory's huge, hard cock just could not be hidden by her hands.
"Oh my God, you have a penis."
"Paris, I can explain. I was in the library. In the Forbidden Section--"
"I can't believe you have a dick" interrupted Paris "I should have a dick."
"What?"
"Oh, come on. You know a pussy can't get you anywhere in life."
"That's not true! In more ways than one."
Paris looked away. She seemed genuinely upset. Rory got up from the bed and her dick swinged loosely from side to side. Rory looked for pants or something to put on, but found nothing at reach.
"Paris, this whole situation is crazy. I was in the Forbidden Section of the library...did you know there was a Forbidden Section? Well there is, and it's forbidden for a reason. I read this book that said that in order for the workers of the world to rise up against capitalism women had to grow penises. Isn't that crazy?"
Paris didn't answer. She had her arms crossed and was looking through the window, unmoving as a statue. Rory felt a draft of cold air which gave her goosebumps and shriveled her testicles, and then sensed that her friend was about to burst in a fit of rage.
"Why are you so angry at me just because I have a penis?"
"You know what, I don't even care that you're a communist."
"Paris, I'm not a communist!"
"In fact, I expected this of you. But, God, how could I have been so blind! This explains everything! Your grades, why everyone always loves you the second they meet you and how you can eat so much and never gain an ounce of fat. It all goes to increase the size of that big fat cock! And I'm stuck with this stupid, hairy, stinking pussy."
"I'm sure it smells very nice."
"That's not the point! You are getting hard just thinking about it."
Paris was right, her dick was not limp anymore. It was rising, pointing directly at Paris.
"Come on Paris. This... thing is new, I swear. I had a...vagina all of my life until now. They're wonderful most of the time, I swear."
"Oh, yeah? Prove it."
Before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, Rory was grabbing Paris by the crotch over her pajama bottoms.
"What are you doing?"
Rory loosened the grip but Paris didn't move. Rory's hand slid into her pants and began to circle around the front of her panties, pressing against the entrance of her pussy. Paris opened her mouth to gasp, but no sound came out. Rory raised her eyebrows and slightly tilted her head as she began to feel the fabric getting wet. She pulled down Paris' pants and resumed touching her above the panties. Without stopping the motion, she gently pushed her towards her bed.
Paris took a few steps back and sat on the bed, still being touched by Rory. Then, she slid Paris panties aside and dug her face into her pussy, licking around like it was a melting ice cream she was trying to catch with her tongue. She began licking in big circles, slowly closing into the clitoris. She paused for a moment to swallow saliva and puckered her lips around the little bit of flesh. She began sucking and Paris grabbed her hair. Rory reached for her penis, already oozing, and began to masturbate as she was eating out Paris. Soon she got way too excited and gave her a small bite.
"Ow" said Paris
"Sorry. This is the first pussy I eat"
