The Morning After
I shouldn't have to swallow an emergency contraception pill on top of everything else. Semen keeps trickling out of my pussy, warm and sticky. Jiyeon hesitates for a long moment before slowly approaching me.
"Let's get cleaned up first."
She takes my hand and leads me toward the bathroom. A sharp twinge shoots through my lower abdomen. My hips and pelvis ache too, making it hard to move properly. When my legs give out halfway there, Jiyeon catches me immediately.
"Hey, you okay?"
"No... my whole body feels sore... especially my stomach..."
After a brief pause, she stops and carefully lifts me into her arms.
"Don't walk. I'll carry you."
She holds me close and continues toward the bathroom. Jiyeon used to torment me without a second thought—whether I was struggling or in pain. She always did whatever she wanted. So why does she seem unwilling to run from what she's done this time?
Once inside the bathroom, she sets me down gently.
"Wait here. I'll wash you."
"...Okay."
It's frustrating, but I have no choice but to obey. Jiyeon grabs the showerhead from the wall and steps right in front of me. Hold on. We're both completely naked. My gaze drifts downward. Ugh. Her cock is smeared with a mix of my juices and her own cum. Seeing that makes me feel even more pathetic for getting embarrassed earlier. And when I look at my own body, thick strands of semen are sliding down my thighs from my pussy. Mixed in with it is the red streak of blood I hadn't noticed before, and irritation flares up inside me.
I immediately reach down and try to scoop the remaining cum out of my pussy with my fingers.
"Hnn..."
The moment my fingertips brush my inner walls, heat rushes through me again. But that's not the problem right now. All I can think about is getting the rest of it out as fast as possible. Jiyeon watches me and lets out an awkward cough.
"Ahem."
"..."
"Yurin, you... you shouldn't put your fingers in there like that."
"What do you mean...?"
"I mean... don't scratch around with your fingers. You could hurt yourself."
"..."
"Look, let's just wash what's on the outside for now."
She's offering to do it for me? That means she's going to touch my pussy with her hand.
"You...?"
"Yeah. Tell me if it hurts. I'll be careful."
"That's a little..."
"I know you're out of it, but I'm worried you'll injure yourself."
Given that she just pinned me down earlier, I stare at her with obvious suspicion. But there's no trace of arousal on her face—only genuine concern. I'm a guy, so I don't know anything about this stuff. Wasting time hesitating isn't an option. Jiyeon, being a woman, probably knows better. Even if she has a dick now.
Blushing, I push my hips forward and present my pussy to her. Screw it. This isn't the time to argue about whether I'm still a man or not.
"Then... wash me here..."
"Got it. Excuse me, then."
Jiyeon gently touches my pussy, turns on the showerhead, and brings it close. The moment the water hits, the sticky fluids clinging to my folds begin to wash down my thighs. Her fingers on me make a moan threaten to escape, but I bite it back.
"Hnn... nn..."
Jiyeon ignores my reactions and focuses entirely on cleaning me. Maybe she actually feels some guilt after all.
"Washing the outside like this is enough. Whatever's left inside will either come out on its own or get absorbed."
"You made this mess and that's all you have to say...?"
"Well..."
"What does a thug like you know about how it feels to be forced...!"
Jiyeon sighs and ignores my outburst, continuing to wash me in silence. I eventually shut my mouth and let her finish. The awkward atmosphere lingers until she's done.
Once she's finished with me, she turns the showerhead on herself and starts rinsing the mixed fluids from her own cock. Watching her only makes me feel more miserable. Even something as simple as post-sex cleanup feels complicated for me now that I'm in a woman's body, yet she just casually washes herself off like it's nothing.
By the time I snap out of it, we're already done. After rinsing every trace from our bodies, we step out of the bathroom. My legs still feel shaky, but better than before. My hips and pelvis still ache, though it's bearable now.
"We need to hit the hospital and then the pharmacy, so let's get dressed quickly."
"Huh...? Why the pharmacy...?"
"You need the morning-after pill, don't you? First the hospital for a prescription, then straight to the pharmacy."
"Not the hospital I know, right...?"
"Nope. We're going to a gynecology clinic. Right now."
A gynecology clinic? Me? A guy who's supposed to walk in and say, "I had sex, so give me the morning-after pill"? At a women's clinic? Why can't I just go to any hospital? I get that pregnancy is the issue, but having to go to a gynecology clinic myself and ask for it... it feels like the last piece of my identity as a man is crumbling.
"By the way, I can't go in with you."
"Why not...?"
"It's... I'm not sure if I should say this."
"What is it..."
"I've got a dick now. Walking into an exam room together would look weird, wouldn't it?"
I glance down at her lower half.
"Oh..."
"Don't just say 'oh.'"
"Still... something feels off..."
"Think about it. You walk into a gynecology clinic for the morning-after pill, and I'm sitting right next to you. Everyone's going to assume I'm the one who caused it."
"You are the one who caused it..."
"...Yeah, but still."
"Then just stay with me..."
"No, the visual is just too weird. A person with a dick sitting in a gynecology exam room? Come on."
I fall silent. Why is she even worrying about something like this? I can't understand it. She'd rather avoid going to the hospital as a futanari than take responsibility for the pregnancy risk she caused? This is all her fault.
"You came inside me...! The least you can do is take responsibility and come with me!"
"Hey... calm down. Fine, I get it. I'll go with you."
In the end, we head back to the bedroom to change. The moment we open the door, a thick, musky scent hits us. The bed and floor are still covered in evidence of what happened. Ugh. Dried cum clings to the sheets, and a puddle of mixed fluids glistens on the floor.
"Haha... We'll clean it later. Let's just get dressed first."
"Okay..."
We do our best to ignore the mess and gather our scattered clothes. Once we're dressed, we head straight for the hospital. The second we step outside, I want to hide. This is the first time I've gone out looking like this. I walk behind Jiyeon, trying to stay out of sight. She sighs again and deliberately positions herself in front of me like a shield. Why does she keep sighing? I keep my head down and stick close behind her.
Before long, we arrive at the hospital.
"Are you sure it's okay to go in...?"
The sign is completely pink, which makes me hesitate. Jiyeon grabs my arm and pulls me inside.
"Your body is female right now. Going to a gynecology clinic isn't strange at all."
"That's not the problem for me..."
"I know. But if you actually get pregnant, it'll be a huge deal."
"Then why do you sound like it's someone else's problem...?"
"I'm not. I'm doing this because I'm anxious too."
"Then..."
"It might be embarrassing to go into the exam room, but we still have to go to the hospital. So stop complaining and come on, okay?"
"...Fine."
She drags me inside. Ugh. There are only women around. I shrink into myself, glancing around nervously. Jiyeon sits me down in the waiting area and heads straight to the reception desk. The other women are all minding their own business and don't look at me. Is it because I look like a woman now? It feels like they're treating me as one of their own.
I sit quietly with my head down, fiddling with my phone. Then—
"Yurin, come over here."
Jiyeon waves me over. Already?
"I told them it was urgent, so they'll see you right away."
"Don't tell me you said it was for the morning-after pill...?"
"Yeah. When I explained your situation, they said they'd see you first."
"You didn't tell them everything, right...?"
"No, I'm embarrassed too. Why would I tell them the whole story? I just said you drank and did it with your boyfriend. So let's stick to that story."
"Haah... Got it..."
We enter the exam room. I barely remember what I said to the doctor. Questions about when it happened, whether we used protection, how much I drank. I keep my head bowed and answer as best I can. Before I know it, we're back outside. Jiyeon gets the prescription from the counter and hands it to me.
"Now let's go to the pharmacy."
"Okay..."
We head to a nearby pharmacy. Once there, Jiyeon sits me down in the waiting area again and goes to the counter herself. I feel strangely powerless. I'm just sitting here, leaving everything to her. How did it come to this?
Wait. Jiyeon was there the day I first went for the clinical trial too. She told me she'd gotten an injection and grown a dick. Then she pinned me down and said she'd been waiting for that day. Could it be... from the very beginning? Did she turn herself into that just to do this to me?
While I'm lost in thought, Jiyeon returns with the medicine. She pours a cup of water from the dispenser and hands both to me.
"Take it right now, in front of me. I want to make sure you actually swallow it."
I snatch the pill from her hand and swallow it dry, then deliberately show her my empty mouth.
"There. Happy...?"
Jiyeon's eyes waver when she notices the sudden shift in my attitude. I seize the moment and ask the question I've been holding in. I need to know if it's true. And why she did it.
"You... you got that injection back then because you wanted to turn me into a woman and fuck my pussy, didn't you...?"
"..."
"You got the shot just to grow a dick so you could do that to me?"
"..."
"Answer me...!"
After a long silence, Jiyeon meets my gaze without looking away.
"Yeah."
"I thought something was off even back then..."
"What do you mean?"
"You came out of there before I did..."
"..."
"You knew I was broke and would take any part-time job, didn't you...?"
"..."
"So you deliberately sent debt collectors after me?"
Jiyeon takes a long time before finally speaking.
"I figured if you had nowhere else to run, you'd eventually look for something that paid."