"Unnh," Pete moaned, recovering from a daze. "What was..." His voice soundred wrong. It was higher and softer, like... a girl's voice. He shook his head wildly, causing hair to fly into his face. His hair wasn't that long...
Jack opened his eyes, looked down and gasped at what he saw. Boobs! And he could feel them hanging from his chest. They were his. The thought triggered a brief sensory overload as he realised his body was, in fact, entirely female all of a sudden. "Whoa," he breathed, dumbstruck.
"Ye of little faith!" Jack whooped. "This is awesome."
Pete continued staring downward. He hesitantly brought a hand to his breast and groped it for just a moment before stopping himself. He began breathing deeply, trying not to freak out, although the feeling of his chest rising and falling did not help with that.
"This is...ahem," Pete instinctively tried to clear his throat, as if it would fix his voice. "I mean, geez, you fucking win. Now make me a guy again."
"Already?" Jack said. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I just..." Pete sighed. "Change me back," he said tersely.
"Do I have to?" Jack smirked. "I think you look better this way."
"This isn't funny! Give me back my manhood!" Pete demanded.
"Why? You weren't using it for anything..." Jack replied snidely.
"What are you... ugh," Pete groaned as he realised the implcation. "Oh, like you've ever done anything besides stare and make dumb comments."
"I've done more than that," Jack said. "One time I..."
"I don't want to hear about the time you groped a cheerleader or whatever," Pete interrupted.
"Point is, at least I show an interest," Jack said. "You, on the other hand..."
Pete couldn't believe this. He'd gotten this crap before, but from his best friend? "Are you accusing me of something?" he asked angrily.
"I mean, are you sure you're not...?"
"The only thing I'm not sure of is why I'm having this stupid conversation instead of making you change me back!" Pete snapped.
After a pause, Jack snickered. "You're cute when you're angry."
"Argh!" Pete suddenly punched Jack in the face, sending him straight to the floor. Feeling a tinge of regret, Pete considered apologising, but a glance at his slender fist sustained his frustration. He laid eyes on the pack of candy and moved to make a grab for it.
"Nuh-uh," Jack slammed a hand down on the candy before pulling himself up. "Mine."
"Yeah, well my dick was mine and you still took it!" Pete shouted.
Jack backed away, clutching the pack of candy and shaking his head. "Alright, look. Calm down, bro... er, sis."
Pete glared harder.
"Alright, bro," Jack conceded. "Look, think about it - you could have fun with this. You can play dress up, check out the girls' locker rooms, see what chicks are like when guys aren't around... stuff like that. I can always change you back later."
"If that all sounds so grand to you, why don't you do it?" Pete grumbled.
"I like being a guy," Jack shrugged.
"So do I!" Pete objected.
"Do you?" Jack asked. "Why's it important to you? What've you ever gotten out of it?"
"Do I have to punch you again?" Pete threatened, vaguely aware of the implication that he didn't have a particularly good answer.
"You're such a spoilsport," Jack said. "Okay, well... tell you what..."
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