Cassie the Tomboy, formerly Tom

You weren’t much shorter than you had been. You were slim. And your breasts were not large. There was a languid muscular grace to your decidedly feminine curves. You’d gone with your girlfriend as John Carter and Dejah Thoris. Thankgod he couldn’t afford the Wookie costume. He. Yeah he was John Carter. When challenged whether it was sexist you’d ditched the wig and argued earnestly that it was Dejah’s spunk, not Carter’s, that empowered this costume. Actually not true.

Thank god the Twi’Lek costume had been too expensive or you might have green skin and honest to god sex organs called head tentacles. Like Bill. Now possibly Oola?! Honestly you never found out if Bill had possessed real head tentacles.

“Cassie! You’re Cassie! Oh my god. We did it. This is us! Holy shit. You’re Cassie, my slut now!” You turned. There was John Carter himself, formerly your girlfriend Lucy. Now your boyfriend! He was searching through his loincloth and pulled out a wallet. “Luke! Hah. Holy shit! I got junk. Look at my junk Cassie!”

“Oh, did we. I mean the spell - it affected everyone. We… we screwed and now it’s permanent for us and everyone.” You gasped. It was kindof another life now. This moment hit you hard. There would always be the you before this. But moving forward you were Cassie.

“Permanent until someone undoes it… but for now this is us! Cool huh?” Luke enthuses.

“I don’t follow.” You say, “what about everyone else. We did this and made it permanent for everyone!”

“Actually we were the last. We lasted the longest so the change for us is the least. They got most of the whammy.”

“What… so…” you start, pause. Think.