"This is too weird, Rick!" Crystal moans, clearly wanting to be done with this surreal experience.
You sigh. "I know, but we can't just ignore this. What if it falls off when you least expect it? What if you lose it?" You pause. "And... what else comes off?"
Crystal stops trying to shove you out of the room now, and seems lost in thought. With a worried expression, she looks down at herself and shifts from leg to leg experimentally. "It... seems okay?"
"Come on, Crys, check for real," you urge her.
Crystal sticks her hand in her pants and scrunches her face in concentration. After some fiddling, her eyes widen. "I feel it! It's like... sucking my insides." She shudders, but keeps pulling, until finally, you both hear a muffled pop. Her hand emerges at long last, holding up an oval of flesh, with her nether region imprinted on it in full view. After staring for a few seconds, she gasps and holds it behind her back, blushing.
You roll your eyes. "I've seen you plenty of times, sis. Well, does it go back on?"
Crystal still seems too shocked to speak; having this happen to herself was apparently an entirely different story from what she just witnessed. Wordlessly, she drops her pajama bottoms and panties, revealing a completely blank patch between her legs. She gingerly places her vagina against her crotch and removes her hand. It falls to the floor, causing her to wince.
"Ow ow ow, that is not something I ever expected to feel," she says, instinctively clutching the spot where her privates used to be. She picked up her genitals and pressed them again, this time with more force, in their rightful place. They stick fast. She lets out a sigh of relief, but to your surprise, immediately removes them again. Just a moment ago, she seemed eager to forget this whole thing, but now, her eyes are alight with curiosity. After placing her pussy on the counter, she quickly removes her shirt and bra. Seemingly unaware of your presence, she now stands nude before you, and has begun tugging at various parts of her body.
pop
pop
Her left breast falls to the floor, followed by her right. Now she's starting to pluck off individual fingers. You begin to worry. "Crys, we're gonna be late!" You shout, trying to get her attention. She stops and looks at you, then down at the detached forearm she's holding, and replies
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