Sharing and Self-reflection on the Weekend

Sundays are for sleeping in. That’s how it’s always been.

Mai and Sua might get up early, but they’re considerate roommates—they know to not wake you before any digital clock says PM instead of AM. So when Mai’s voice shrieks through the apartment way too early, you know it’s serious. If it were Sua, you might have considered staying in bed. Pretty good chance she’s just making a scene to get you to make her breakfast in bed.

But no, Mai warrants checking out.

So you stumble out of bed, like a good and diligent roommate. Help others out in a crisis, and all that. But you’re not the first with that thought. You get to Mai’s room, right past that creepy mirror those two brought home yesterday, and Sua’s already standing outside, seemingly debating whether or not she should go in. She looks a little relieved when she sees you arrive.

“Mai, can we come in?” Sua sort of shouts through the door. “We heard a really loud scream.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” it sounds back from the other side of the door. Well, at least that means she’s safe.

“Please, Mai?” you chime in. “We’re worried now.”

You don’t get an immediate answer. Just you and Sua staring at each other awkwardly, not knowing how to proceed, until the tiniest “Fine” can be heard from Mai.

Stepping inside feels strange. Sua is first. You follow second. Mai just sits there, on her bed, upright and leaning against the headboard. She’s grasping her sheets tightly, with her knees drawn up.

Sua always knows how to take care of herself. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asks as she sits down on the edge of the bed. You just stay standing in the door opening like an awkward cat. Mai, meanwhile, shuffles awkwardly beneath her comforter. She looks at Sua with a worrying brow, and it’s obvious she isn’t able to find the words. Her eyes are wide and glassy, like she saw something paranormal.

“I…it's…” Mai’s voice cracks, and she pulls everything higher, hiding herself and anything below her chest. Red takes over her face. “Something is fucking wrong. Like, not how it’s supposed to be. ”

Sua turns towards her, unwavering, and asks again what’s wrong and how we can’t help if we don’t know what’s going on. Her hand drifts closer, gliding over the Hello Kitty print on her sheets, stopping on her leg, hoping to calm her down.

Then she furrows her brow.

Looks at you like she just touched a sea cucumber for the first time.

Looks back at Mai.

“Mai… is that…?”

“Yes,” Mai wails out, hands covering her face. “That is what’s fucking wrong. It’s not mine, what the fuck is this?”

Your brain stumbles. You can kind of begin to see it underneath Sua’s still resting hand. There’s a bulge where a valley should be. It doesn’t make any fucking sense. A cock? On Mai?

“Wait—hold on,” Sua mutters, letting her hand rest like she doesn’t know any better. She shifts on the bed, and that’s when you see it, clear as day; a growing tent in her loose pajama shorts. Her thighs press together, but it’s too late. The outline’s there, growing, impossible to ignore.

Mai peeks through her fingers, following Sua’s movement. Her eyes widen, and a shriek escapes her, throwing Sua’s hand off of her own erection. “Sua… are you—? Oh my God, you’ve got one too! And this is turning you on, you fucking freak?!”

“What?” Sua’s head snaps down, hands flying in the air. “No, no, no—this can’t be real. What the fuck?”

Your stomach drops. The pieces click, jagged and surreal. The mirror. That creepy, twisted thing Mai and Sua dragged home, the one you all posed in front of last night, laughing like idiots. It’s not just Mai. It’s Sua. And if it’s them…

And they think the same thing. Both their gazes are now fixed on you. The only one without a tent under the pajamas.

A shiver, a cold and a jolt all race down your spine, vying for supremacy. You need to know. “Wait, I, just wait,” you stammer, back out of the room with a confused gait. Their voices call after you, a mix of shock, mock and confusion, but there’s no way you’re going to confirm anywhere they can see. No, you race into the bathroom, the only place you can properly lock in this whole apartment, and you pull down your pants.

Your cock. It’s gone.

Your favorite fucking cock, that you’ve been jerking vigorously day and night for years to anything and everything it wanted — smuts, nudes, pornos, you name it. It was with you through it all. And now, it’s missing.

(You can’t report it to the authorities yet either; it hasn’t been 24 hours.)

There’s something else in its place, however — substitution, a new kind of organ between your legs. You arch your back just a bit to see what the fuck is going on.

It’s a pussy.

Real, living, wet ass pussy.

It piques your interest, of course, so you reach out to touch it steadily. Uncertainty and anxiety loom over you. This is fucking weird. It’s an act you’ve never thought of executing — touching your own cunt.

It’s real.

Some more confirmation is needed, still.

Women masturbating? Big fan of that. You’ve seen a lot of close-ups of pussies — puffy, lean, wet, dry, through the screen, before your eyes, you’ve seen it all. You know where the proper hole for dildo insertion is located, and you know where squirt and piss will come out.

So you just … try it.

Wet — that’s the first thing you feel with your fingers. You slowly push them into your warmth more and more. The friction doesn’t really feel exactly good at first. As you reach a certain depth inside this brand new organ, though, there’s this little spot where it feels like you’re scratching an itch within your heat. And with your digits, you touch it.

You shudder.

“O-oh G-God.”

The friction does really feel exactly good now.

And you do it again.

Your body contorts with the jolting shockwave that runs through your body. Your breath hitches. Your eyes widen. You know that it’s sexual pleasure, definitely, but somehow, it feels different from when you were jacking yourself off to women jilling themselves off.

And it’s so fucking awesome that a wail of fuck leaves your lips.

It has probably reached Sua’s ears as you hear a series of knocks on the door; it’s her rhythm. You return to Earth.

“You okay in here?” Sua asks with her signature comforting voice.

You pull your still-boy shorts up in a haste before stammering out, “Y-yeah, out in a minute.”

“It’s-it’s fine, we’ll try to fix this together. That’s what roommates do, right?” Mai chimes in. “I mean … you still have your dick. You can probably teach us a thing or two with it while they’re still here.”

“Uh, s-sure,” you respond before unlocking the door to the bathroom. Your body is still fucking shivering from the earlier stint of bliss.

The door opens, and you see Mai and Sua standing in front of you, smiling awkwardly with their cocks still being somewhat excited with the whole fiasco of genital substitutions.

“I think it’s the mirror,” you say, trying to end this chaos as quickly as possible. “We took a selfie in front of it, so now we get our junks switched up and stuff.”

“ Our?” Sua asks, peering down at your crotch. Mai seems to follow her eyes as well. “Your dick is gone?”

Those are definitely words you thought you’d never hear from Sua. Your dick is gone? “Y-yeah, I have a p-pussy now,” you say with some stuttering. Again, those are definitely words you thought you’d never hear from yourself. “Let’s-let’s just try to fix this, okay?”