"I wish I had a housewife." Rick said.

"I wish I had a housewife," Rick said.

"Fat chance of that happening," Paul said, "You have me for life!"

At that Rick was about to agree, but Paul sprung up from his seat.

"Ouch!" Paul yelped in a girlish scream.

Paul felt heat run up his body and he began to try and take off his clothes. A strand of blonde hair fell in front of his eyes.

"Um... That's not good," Paul said as he grabbed his chest, feeling two mounds take shape beneath his sweatshirt. "Oh no! Please don't take my... dick..."

His feminine hands reached into his pants for his dick, but he could only find a wet pussy in its place. His form began to shift even more, his fat and muscles slimming into a more petite shape. His dark sweats took on a goldish quality as they formed into a dress and cardigan.

"Change me back!" Paul pleaded.

"What the fuck!?!" Rick said.