In a dimly lit room, a girl with vibrant purple hair lay on her back, her wide-open mouth substituting for a vagina. Her uterus, visible in her throat, throbbed with an eerie pulsation. From within her, a view of her own vagina unfolded, its folds wide and spread like petals of a flower. The sight was both cute and grotesque, a body horror spectacle only she could perceive. With closed eyes, she explored the unfamiliar sensation of her genitals replacing her lips, asking 'what is this?' as her body contorted in an unexpected dance of self-discovery.