Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 3

From her high school friends-back in the days when she'd had a high school to attend and friends with whom to visit-Dawn had heard of the "flash at Splash" tradition in which women flashed their breasts at the cameras mounted above Splash Mountain's exit. Disneyland's officials had heard of the practice, too, and they'd ordered the photographs seized and, presumably, destroyed, for few, if any, continued to find their way onto the Internet, as they had before the park's administrators had gotten wise to the custom. Nevertheless, exposing herself to the camera was exciting, Dawn thought, as was the knowledge that someone-a boy, rather than a girl, she hoped-would be treated to the spectacle of Dawn's exposing herself, grinning as she showed her boobs inside the plummeting canoe.

As the canoe sped down the water-filled chute, Nathan gave Buffy's breasts a final squeeze, and the Slayer gave her pussy a final stroke, preparing to tug the lower front of her sundress back into place around her thighs, noting as she did so that her panties were moist from the juices that had dampened her crotch. Nathan had signaled his desire to have sex with her, and Buffy's own pussy had signaled her desire to oblige him.

As she adjusted her dress, Buffy was horrified to discover that a stiff, swollen penis and balls inside a tight, risen scrotum had grown from her groin. She had no idea what the hell had caused such an impossible feat, but there'd been no mistaking the fact that she, Buffy Summers, was no longer a female. She had the genitals of both sexes.

Buffy had become a hermaphrodite!

There was no way she'd be able to fuck Nathan now, she thought, smoothing her sundress in place over the bulge of her erection. In fact, as soon as they'd disembarked from the canoe that streaked through the walls of water its impact had sent to either side of the rushing craft, she was going to find a way to get away from her date. She was going to snatch Dawn and get the hell out of Disneyland.