Jim lay on his bed, a pit of fear twisted in his stomach. He hugged his pillow and muttered "Stupid, stupid, stupid...", to himself as he lamented even considering going to that nude beach. He wondered if his slipping on the rocks was some kind of cosmic joke or punishment for wanting to ogle cute, naked women. Ignoring his mom's call for dinner, Jim kept his eyes closed tightly and silently hoped that this was all a nightmare. Feeling as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him quickly wore on his mind and he retreated into a soft sleep. He woke up several hours later, his stomach rumbling and the clock showing a little after 2am. Jim's hands dropped quickly to his crotch, hoping beyond hope that it had been a dream...or at the very least that his cock would have grown back. "No...no!", Jim said as his hands brushed the very feminine bit of anatomy that was still nestled between his legs.
"Dammit..", Jim said as he slid out of bed and pulled his shorts on. A sick feeling built in his stomach as he realized that he had to pee. Realizing that he had no choice in the matter, Jim closed his eyes tightly and then walked towards the door to his room. Next to the door, he saw his cellphone on the small table next to the door, and it was flashing a text message. Instinctively, he clicked it.
"You were sound asleep, so I left dinner under the foil in the fridge. Love you...mom."
Jim set the phone back down, and then tiptoed across the hall to the bathroom. A frustrating minute later, Jim wrestled with the toilet paper trying to figure out what he was supposed to do afterwards. He finally decided that it would be safest to just take a shower, which he needed to do anyway, but he realized it would be best to take the shower in the downstairs guest bathroom so as not to wake his parents. He was still afraid that someone would walk in on him and discover his shame, so he moved silently and carefully down the hall and downstairs.
Jim stood in the shower and hated every minute of washing his pussy. It wasn't supposed to be there and his borrowed, unfamiliar bit of anatomy gave him a repeating mix of unpleasant reminders of his missing phallus, and disturbingly pleasurable tingles when he cleaned it in just the wrong...or right...ways. Drying off was nearly as awkward, as he dabbed the towel against his soft pussy lips, then he threw his clothes and towel in the laundry pile, and he wrapped another towel around his waist to tiptoe back to his bedroom. As he opened the bathroom door, he jumped as he ran into his mother, who was standing in the hall outside to door in her bathrobe.
"Sorry honey...", Jim's mom said, a little startled herself. Jim's hands let go of the towel, and it started to slide down his hips. Frantically, Jim turned away from his mom, twisting his hips as he grabbed frantically at his towel, stopping it before it fell completely to the ground, but not before his pussy was exposed to open air. Fortunately, his mom looked away reflexively and Jim's hips were turned just enough to hide his femininity as he lifted the towel to cover his crotch. His mom continued to look away as she continued, '"I woke up and it sounded like the water was running somewhere, so I went to investigate...I didn't mean to startle you."
Jim stammered, unsure if his mom had seen what he was so desperately trying to hide, and he finally said, "It's okay mom...I just...", his voice trailed off as he stared at his mom, a sudden panic filling his chest as she looked back at him with a look of curiosity. She wondered why her son was showering at two in the morning, but Jim was afraid that she had seen what was between his legs...or at least what was missing, and his heart pounded as he suddenly imagined his mom demanding that he show her his crotch.
Jim's mom folded her arms across her chest and finally she asked, "You want to tell me something?"
"No...I mean, it was an accident...", Jim blurted out.
"An accident?" Jim's mom asked, unsure of what Jim was talking about, but suddenly worried.
Jim swallowed hard and panicked words flowed from his mouth, making little sense as he said, "I don't know how it happened, I was walking on some rocks and I slipped and I broke the crystal and I have to go back and fix it..."
Jim's mom tried to figure out what her son was yammering about, but she was tired and didn't want to dig further. Apparently he had broken someone's crystal and needed to go back and fix it. So she said, "Well Jim, you need to take responsibility for your actions, so I agree that you should go fix it, even if it means you have to take up a summer job to pay for it." She turned and started walking back upstairs, finishing, "I'm going back to bed, take care sweetie."
Jim's mind raced, had his mom seen his pussy? He kept his knees together and the towel in front of his crotch until his mom had vanished out of sight, then he re-wrapped the towel and moved cautiously back upstairs to his room. He stepped inside and closed his door, sighing with relief. Nodding quietly to himself, he realized that he needed to go back to the nude beach and talk to Sonia. She had been wearing a similar amulet, and obviously knew how they worked. He would man-up and admit he had broken the amulet and hope she knew how to fix his problem. He picked up his phone and sent a text back to his mom, saying, "You're right mom, I need to do the right thing, I'm going to leave early this morning and go try to fix things Phone on...Tks!"
Dressing quickly, Jim considered stuffing his shorts to mask the lack of a bulge, but he decided that he would risk it. He slung a backpack over his shoulder and put his phone inside, then went down to the backyard to grab his bike so he could ride back to the beach and be there as the office opened. Riding his bike was a disturbing sensation all on its own, and Jim fidgeted on his bike seat as he pedaled into the darkness.
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