“Sorry lady,” Amir shuffled past the old woman, stealing the taxi out from under her, “got a meeting in ten, and I CAN’T be late.”  

He was lying through his teeth, but he was driven by desperation. Amir found himself in the middle of a sudden, nasty bout of freezing rain on his way back from work, and needed to get off the street and warm up ASAP. He felt guilty about the whole thing, but a thin fleece was the only thing separating him from the elements, and this lady was clearly bundled up, she’d be fine, surely. All the same, Amir averted his gaze, doing his best to ignore his shame. Though, if he had paid her any mind, he would’ve noticed the old woman’s piercing gaze bore into his soul, mumbling in an unknown, cursed language...

The ride back was pleasantly dry and comfortable, yet otherwise uneventful. While scrolling through his phone, Amir DID note a constricting feeling centered on his crotch, but he waved it off as still being a bit cold. He was wearing some pretty thin pants, after all. When he arrived at his destination, however, he could tell something was VERY wrong. Standing up and walking to the door, there was an obvious emptiness that was freaking him out. He felt off, so off, he couldn’t wait to go inside before ripping off his pants, cold weather be damned. “What the fuck…”  Amir’s eyes bugged out of his head. Gone was the untrimmed bush that framed his cock and balls, in its place sat a pussy, an undeniably feminine slit with a landing strip to match. Experimentally, he brought a finger to the offending hole, just to see if he wasn’t in some messed up nightmare and- “Ah!” Amir shrieked in surprise. Shocks of pleasure overloaded his mind as he clumsily brushed against the little button topping his newly inverted genitals. The fear quickly washed away, but he couldn’t help but think about that old lady. Clearly she had something to do with this, but how on earth was this a punishment? This was GREAT! Amir didn’t stop there, drinking up every sensation he could, feeling up every square inch of his moistening vagina: teasing the tender labial folds, spreading himself as far as his pussy would go, inserting two, then three fingers inside himself, all the while having his other hand massaging his oh-so sensitive clit. 

When all was said and done, Amir laid on the grass, sweaty and out of breath from the multiple, toe-curling orgasms he managed to pull off. 'That’s one way to warm up, I guess,' he thought to himself. He was sure all of his yelps and moans was heard up and down the street, but who cares? Amir was more than glad to give them a show, granting his neighbors a fraction of the enjoyment that he had buzzing throughout his body.