I awoke to Mike yelling, "Yes!"
A bit startled I looked over, "What, what?"
Mike was sitting up, his pants were unzipped and he had a hand in them. "I got my dick back! It's back!" When I thought about what we had done it was difficult to say for sure that it had really happened. My best friend, Mike, had come to me with an unbelievable story. He had had sex with a girl the night before and when he awoke today he was missing his dick. In its place was a fully working cunt. He came to me for help. Initially, I hadn't believed him. But then he showed it to me. After playing around we ended up having sex and had fallen asleep.
It was now a quarter after eight at night. I calculated that we had been asleep for about an hour and a half. I sat up, still a little groggy, and cleared my eyes. "That's great," I said as I got up to use the restroom. Right away I noticed something different. Alarmed and excited I rushed to the restroom. When the door was closed and locked I pushed down my pants. I took some deep breaths to calm and brace myself. I watched in the mirror as I dropped my boxers. There it was, my own cunt. I looked down and it was still there. It had brownish-black hair like I do and was curly. I was instantly turned on but my arousal conflicted with my need to urinate. I went with the more immediate need. I lifted the toilet lid and, since my pants and boxers were already down, sat down. I kept my eyes glued to my new acquisition the whole time though. I released my bladder and was startled by how quickly I started to go. Other than the obvious fact that it wasn't a dick, there was a slightly different feeling to it than normal. I tried to, non-literally, put my finger on it but couldn't.
When I'd finished I started to think about my situation. My theory was that somehow after someone had sex with the person who currently had this 'magic' cunt it would be past to them. Later I recognized that it wasn't until both of you were asleep at the same time that the exchange happened. Then I realize that the person Mike had had sex with was actually a guy. And that explained why 'she' wouldn't take off 'her' shirt, it would probably have revealed a hairy chest instead of breasts. Would I have to trick some guy into sleeping with me to get rid of this thing? Would I even want to get rid of it? To answer these questions I first needed to test this thing out.
I got up, pulled my pants back up, flushed and walked out of the restroom. Mike was still sitting on the floor, but his dick was out and he was stroking away. "What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up but only slowed a little. "Just making sure this thing works."
"Well stop cause I have a different way we test."
"Huh?"
"I've got it now."
"It what?" Obviously there wasn't much blood going to his brain. "You gave it to me. I've got it now."
"You've got a cunt?"
"Yup, and just as real as yours was." He started going soft and began putting his pants back on. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Listen," Mike said standing up, "I don't want to..."