When I told my parents I was dating Hazel, they practically begged me to break it off. She was a witch, and that didn’t sit right with them. “Worried about the power imbalance” they said. That was ridiculous, I thought, in all the time the two of us knew each other, Hazel had treated me with trust and respect, and I had no reason to meet that with doubt. Hell, she never even did magic in front of me… up until that point, that is.

I’m usually not much of an overachiever at work- clock in, clock out, working for the weekend, you get it- but I was volunteered to go on a business trip on the other side of the country, I couldn’t say no: I loved travel, and if it was on someone else’s dime, even better. But I guess my girlfriend didn’t take it as well, ’cause I was a foot out the door when I mumbled something under her breath, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t really get it until Hazel gestured down at her crotch, showing off a distinctive bulge, tight against the front of her leggings. I went pale as I reached into my own pants to find… nothingness. I couldn’t believe it, she had switched our genitals. Ostensibly she was afraid of me cheating, but I’ve been nothing but faithful, and she never was the jealous type. Whatever the reason, I had to spend the entire trip with my girlfriend’s vagina between my legs! 

Here’s the thing, though: I had more fun with Hazel’s pussy than if I had just kept my penis. Admittedly, the plane ride was no fun; air travel is always a pain, and when you’re paranoid that everyone can tell your bulge was actually a camel-toe? Forget it. But when I got to my hotel room, I knew I needed to get out of my travel clothes, and, well, heh heh... (is it okay to be… like how much ‘dirty’ is too much?) Well, let’s just say I almost overslept through the morning meeting with how little I actually slept.

That was months ago, and it goes without saying I’ve been volunteering for any projects that take me off-site. The boss loves the “complete turnaround” in my work ethic. If only he knew. Me and Hazel swapping bits goes like routine now; practically our goodbye kiss at this point. I pretend it annoys me- gotta keep my dignity somehow- and if she found out about the plug-in vibrator I squirrel away in my luggage, I’d never hear the end of it.