A different perspective

"It's really just super freaky. I know you have to be sick of hearing it by now, but I look like a girl I dated back in college."

Alice, Sam and Molly navigated through the highway on their way to the store. The world had changed, rapidly and without warning, but the amount of inconsiderate other drivers had not.

Alice responded dryly to Sam’s observation, "Yeah, well, at least you can wear a shirt without thinking you're going to cum in public."

Molly's eyes widened in shock at the candid complaint.

"I-" Molly felt her cheeks warm. "My mouth- um. My mouth can- um. My mouth does that now. And uh, Ellen-"

"You don't have to tell us anything if it's too embarrassing, Molly.” Sam blurted out, trying to help Molly save face. “We've just been in the habit of monitoring each other's changes and we've known each other for a while. We can keep it light if you want."

"No, no, I haven't had anyone to talk to about it. Ellen- it's like she's a totally different person. She’s like some hyper-sexual golden retriever. She's up all the time. She constantly wants to go out. Yesterday I caught her licking her own reflection.”

Alice stifled a laugh while Molly continued, “And, well, I keep reading online and it seems like it's happened to a lot of women. But she doesn't understand things when I tell her. And she- we've- at first I didn't notice anything was wrong. She was just a little extra frisky. And now it's the only thing that can distract her. She'll wake me up in the middle of the night. And my mouth-"

She covered her face.

"She made me use my mouth and I- um- I came."

Sam was unfazed. "Hey, at least it was during sex right? I came yesterday from wiping my ass."

Molly choked out a laugh, as Sam pulled into the parking lot.

The grocery store was picked over like a dessicated carcass. Entire aisles of empty shelves sat, waiting for products. People, panicky creatures that they are, bought as if it was the end of the world. Toilet paper was now a scarce commodity, its use suddenly multiplied by femboys with self-lubricating assholes.

The aisles were filled with scenes that were quickly becoming familiar. A tall Amazon snatched a box of cookies out of the hands of a sullen femboy. When he tried to protest, she let out a low growl that caused a sizable rise in his shorts. A bimbo stared confusedly at her own shopping list, her full lips sounding out the words written on the page. Sam couldn't tell if the checkout person was a coed or a femboy. It felt impolite to ask.

They loaded the groceries back into the car.

"So, Sam?" Molly asked a little hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"There's something that I read about online. Regarding men. Um. It's called the cock coinflip? Is that- um. Is it real?"

"Yeah. I think so at least."

"You're not sure?"

"Well, It’s not like I've seen anyone else's. But um. Mine is… I didn't win."

"Oh."

The drive home was spent mostly in silence. Whatever happened to this planet, it seemed like there were no winners. Well, not many, at least. Parking, Sam popped the trunk and they each grabbed an armload of grocery bags and headed up the stairs.

"Ugh, why didn't we get Tom to do this again?" Alice huffed.

"Because he sticks out like a sore thumb," Sam grumbled.

"I was reading that there’s about 300 of them in the US."

"Lucky fucks."

Each of them were in a mood as they finished climbing the steps. Sam noticed first that the door to his apartment wasn’t closed all the way. With arms full of bags, he hip-checked the door and it swung open.

Inside was his oversized roommate, and two disheveled girls.

"What the hell- Tom?"

"Ellen?!"