But Patty Is Still Patty

There was a mild flash, and when Joan could refocus on things again she could tell that there was a boy on top of her, and that that boy had just thrown away a lacy black bra. 'It worked? I'm Patty now?' "Now let's get to it." Patty was aroused. Her breasts were already sensitive to the touch, her tits rather stiff, and her cunt was burning warm, but she still wasn't prepared for when Danny pulled her panties off, his dick still making confused noises, even calling her a freak over and over. Patty couldn't help but to note that since Joan was Joan and not Patty, she wasn't transforming into a vibrator. 'Guess that means I'd better be careful. Oh well, never even say that word, so whatever. Joan, who had once been Patty and was still thinking of herself as such, was equally surprised that she wasn't becoming a vibrator, and coming to the realization that there was no out to this one, she was a penis, just as she'd wished Joan to be. She was Joan now, and Joan was and would always be Danny's penis. "Oh no!" And Danny's penis was hovering just in front of Patty's vagina. "Noooooo!!!!!!"