Color - A dubious exchange

Story by: Sophiie93

 I was incredibly lucky to live in Port Solei considering the type of mutation I was born with. In any other city, I would have attracted too much attention but here I was just one more of the many. Most of my life I had a somewhat different body than how it is now. Where my hips should be was an exact copy of my upper torso, the famous “queen” shape as they often call it here. I had control over both heads, which gave me a sense advantage that I quite miss. My childhood was quite fun and lively. Friends and good people always surrounded me. However, when I came of age, I realized that I could not satisfy myself as I wished I could. All four of my breasts were very sensitive, but stimulating them was the closest thing to sexual pleasure my body allowed me to feel.

Eventually I moved on my own to an apartment near the university I attend. It was a relief to limit the distance I walk to classes to as little as possible (trust me, walking with your arms is fun until you reach the first hundred meters, then you wish you had even one pair of legs).

One night I was about to sleep and decided I wanted to have some fun. I started with my typical "DIY time", arching my back inward, wrapping my arms around my torsos, kissing myself. The moment my lips touched each other I stopped immediately.

There was something strange about the lips of one of my heads. They felt extremely sensitive. At the simple touch with my hand a strange sensation ran through my body. Even though it felt good the fear was flooding me, this was not normal and it was too late in the night to go to a doctor.

I took a deep breath and tried to lower my arousal by closing all four eyes. I was a healthy girl so it could not be anything serious, I hoped. My plan worked too well; I fell asleep after a few minutes thanks to my meditation, and maybe also my exhaustion from the day’s classes.

The next morning I woke up somewhat groggy. I have never felt so strange in my life. I opened my eyes, but my sight was weird. As I thought on this felt even more awkward, my thoughts were very disorderly. I sat up on the bed and looked down at my other torso and screamed in surprise.

My other head was gone! There were just my shoulders and my arms moving wildly in shock. I immediately remembered the sensation on my lips from the previous night and my doctor telling me that my mutant gene was still active years ago. Everything made sense now, I had mutated! A vagina had replaced one of my heads! I never thought something like this would happen.

I spent the whole day at home, trying to get used to my new body. My balance was different, and my perception of the world around me was considerably reduced. Living with one head would be much more difficult.

I stood in front of the mirror, noticing that I can at least now be certain what my bottom and top are. I sighed looking at the reflection of my vagina. For so many years I always wondered how having a vagina would feel, but I am not sure if it was worth the exchange, or maybe it was?

I leaned back on my four arms and headed for the bed. I took one of the dildos (which I usually use for my mouths and breasts to help my imagination fly a bit) and slowly brought it closer to my vagina, the tip little by little pushed between the lips. A chill ran through my body, certainly not close to the sensation of a kiss or a caress on my breasts. This was far beyond what I had ever felt before.

My mind began to cloud with pleasure as my dildo entered deeper, exploring my vagina for the first time. I began to move it in and out faster, penetrating myself with more and more force.

The pleasure was driving me crazy, I felt like I climaxed in a matter of seconds, but I decided to continue. This is very addictive! Without a doubt, it was worth the exchange!