Day Three.

"Jay?"

He slowly opened his eyes. He had just had the strangest dream. He was in a forest or something, and then a tornado hit? It was fading so quickly-

"Jay, are you ok? You overslept. I couldn't wake you. You should call the doctor."

Jay groaned and sat up groggily. He heard a small cry and looked up. Jenny's eyes were wide and her hand was over her mouth. She looked so cartoonish that he laughed.

"Jenny? What-" He paused. Whose voice was that? He looked around before realizing it was his. That couldn't be right, though. "Jenny?" he asked timidly. His voice was now slightly higher and noticeably more feminine.

She withdrew her hand shakily and stammered a response. "Jay... Jay, you- you look..." Tears formed in her eyes. "Jay, honey, there's something wrong."

He threw back the covers and looked down. His body was different. The first thing he realized was that there was only a small indentation between his legs. It wasn't a vagina, but it wasn't exactly a penis either. It was as though his entire manhood had retracted and become two-dimensional. Similarly, his scrotum was still there but was now deflated and empty. As he reached down to inspect it, he noticed that his hand and arm were now more slender. He looked at his hand numbly, turning it over and examining the nails.

Looking further up his arm he found that his thick dark hair was gone, replaced with soft, smooth skin. He turned back to Jenny, now also in tears. "Jenny? Help me." he choked out.

They stared at each in shock for a moment. Finally Jenny spoke. "Jay, I'm going to call an ambulance."

"No!" he shouted in his weird new androgynous voice. "Wait! We have to figure out what to tell them." Why? he thought. That doesn't make sense.

"What do you mean, what to tell them? Look at you! We'll tell them what's happening!" She had her phone out and was dialing when he snatched it from her.

For some reason it was very important that they not get medical professionals involved. "No, no, we don't need to do that. We should figure out what we're dealing with here." Jenny reluctantly acquiesced. "Now, first things first. Let's take stock of our situation."

She was breathing more slowly now. They were both beginning to calm down. Jay looked down. "Ok, first and most obvious. My dick and balls have... uh, let's say inverted?" She nodded dumbly. "My voice seems to have changed a little too. Higher and, well, different. I notice that my arms look a little different."

She stifled a sob. "Oh, Jay, you need to see this. Come here." She led him over to the bedroom mirror and he instantly felt lightheaded as he looked over his nude body.

Gone were his broad shoulders, his body hair, and his well-toned muscles. He was now slender and almost waifish. His torso had shrunk and his limbs were thin and graceful. His broad face had slimmed considerably, now framed by black curly hair (did I dream about this?) resting atop a graceful neck. He was still recognizably himself, but he looked like he had undergone major plastic surgery and lost about 40 pounds.

It occurred to him that he should confirm that. Stepping onto the scale, he saw that his weight had indeed dropped from around 205 pounds to 171. He let out a mousy yelp and jumped off the scale as though it had burned his foot. He turned to his girlfriend, pallid and terrified. "I... I'm lighter. I lost weight. A lot."

She nodded. "Yeah, you're shorter too. You're shorter than me now." She thought for a second and added. "Do you feel any different?"

"Not as much as you'd think. I can tell my body's different, but somehow it still feels natural. I would think walking around without a dick would be incredibly distracting, but it just feels normal. Same with the height thing. It seems like I'd be dizzy or at least feel weird looking at you but it feels like I've been this size my whole life."

"No, that's not what I meant. Like, mentally. Emotionally. To be honest, you're acting different. You're being so calm and reasonable about this. It's like it doesn't really bother you."

Now that the initial shock had worn off, he realized that she was right. "That's true, I'm not really all that bothered by it. It's weird. I kind of... I don't know. I kind of like it?" The words felt right as they rolled off his tongue. "Yeah, I kind of like it."

She frowned, clearly disturbed. "You like it? You like it. You like this?" She repeated herself as though it might help her make sense of it. "You like this. I can't believe that, Jay. What's to like here?"

"I don't know. I can't say why, but it feels nice. Different. Like part of me wants to be this way." He was surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. Why would he want to be this way? "How- um, how do you feel about it?"

She responded quickly. "I kind of like it too. Don't get me wrong, I'm straight, but the idea of having a girlfriend is a little appealing." She looked surprised. "Wait, why is having a girlfriend appealing to me?"

He looked her over. "You know, you look a little different too. I think your skin may be lighter. And your hair a little darker." He paused and looked closer. "Have your eyes always been that shade? They look... greener."

She turned to mirror and examined herself. "You know, Jay, you're right. My hair and eyes are changing color." She paused and looked over herself. "My boobs are smaller too, I think." As they stared into the mirror, the realization struck both of them.

"We're both changing." Jenny said in awe. "We're turning into the same person." Jay finished.