Explain

"There's no doubt in my mind. A minute ago I was with Ava; you were Ava!"

Arty stares at you from the doorway with an incredulous look. "Are you high?"

"No, dammit! Wha-..." You quickly entertained the notion. You had drank the punch. But- no! Ava is no figment of your imagination. The climax wasn't either. Though fleeting with the moment, you had your senses, despite being discredited by the only other person around you. Ava was just gone. It spoke a sense of existentialism that a person could just vanish - or be replaced by a robust guy. Is it a curse? Are you doomed to fall in love with every dynamite girl, break her in bed, and transform her into a dude? The thought made you quiver, if that were the case, on some level you'd wish you were gay.

But that was only half the picture. You recall two words from that roundabout void. Something in the world changed having picked 'her'.

What happens if you pick 'you'?

Arty places his back to the door, growing impatient with your antics, but not totally turned away by them. "It'd make more sense if you were high."

"When I... came- I think I did something..."
"Was it white and sticky? Cause that's coming, hon."

"Nononono- I mean... , -but another thing..." determined to get to the bottom of this, you push through, "Did time, just... freeze for you?"
"If you're talking mind fireworks; you were good, but that only happens in movies."

You wince, a part of you balancing that Ava is still in there somewhere. If she gets turned back to normal, you feel this entire altercation will ruin any chance of you having a future connection with her. The current her, Arty, has his conditions met. A tall, cute guy, however, enamored with the idea that he transform back into a girl is sure to be a downer. You're honestly surprised he hasn't left yet; and glad, too, providing the chance that you can fix this whole mess.

"Not gonna lie, Davie. If this is some kind of bed foreplay, this is kind of a boner killer."

"Arty, look." you inhale deeply, coveting whatever strange idea you have that would elicit your next words, "I don't have any proof that this is gonna work... I don't even know if I'm capable of..." You stare shamelessly at his features; though appreciable, you feel almost nothing, set aside your determination to get Ava back;

"If you're at all still interested, one more time...?"

Arty raises an eyebrow at your proposition. You get the sense he doesn't believe your words - why would he. But you are the same cute guy from the party in his eyes, who had the, quote-unquote, spiritual connection. "...I admit, I'm kinda digging the straight guy fantasy..." He relaxes considerably, in a snap returning to what you assume to be a modicum of flirting. "What the hell. Anything for a final ride with you."