Chapter 1: Introduction
At first, she chalked it up to her hands slipping during the lengthy, conditioner-laden process. She watched the water run down her legs, her socked feet obscured by soap suds. The excess water and bubbles obscured most of her lower body. However, as the suds dissipated, panic began to take hold. Her clit, a place of pleasure—an invitation, even—now felt raw, wounded, stretched, and barely recognizable. Misshapen, bloody, and pink.
She tried pulling at it, stretching it, pushing it back in, but it remained to be the abomination that lingered in front of her. The shower door, previously whisper-soft in its opening and closing, sounded like a banshee's wail, alerting anyone of her ghastly secret.
For the next few days, agony and dread haunted her every day. She could hardly look at herself without feeling the repulsive attraction she held for her own body. Homework became a thing of the past.
Amy threw herself into research about her condition, which inevitably led to adult sites that sparked a throbbing deep within her. The cursor danced around the screen, lingering on stories filled with other people's fantasies, orientations, hungers like hers—or so she hoped. She gorged herself on the unfamiliar joy those narratives offered. Innocent introspection rapidly shifted to an all-consuming compulsion. She hardly noticed when Sarah began to text every ‘Hey, what's up?’ and ‘Want to hang out?’.