Oh. My. God.

The first thing you noticed as you started waking up was the warmth of Liam pressed against your back, his body curled perfectly around yours in that familiar, protective way. His arm was draped lazily over your waist, his breath slow and even against the back of your neck, and for a moment, you just lay there, eyes still closed, soaking in the comfortable haze of morning drowsiness.

But something felt... off.

It was subtle at first. The weight behind you wasn’t as heavy, the familiar presence of Liam’s body somehow feeling... less than it should. You shifted slightly under his arm, rolling your hips just a bit—purely out of habit, just to feel that usual press of his morning wood against your ass.

Nothing.

That never happened.

A slow smirk curled on your lips as you blinked awake. “Wow, no morning boner?” you teased, voice still groggy from sleep. “Not excited to wake up next to your girlfriend today?”

You turned, expecting to see Liam’s usual sleepy, annoyed morning glare—half-lidded eyes, bedhead a mess, mouth already opening to say something sarcastic—

But instead—

You saw a girl.

Your entire body locked up.

You stared. Blinked. Stared harder.

The girl lying next to you looked... familiar. Too familiar. The same soft brown hair—longer now, past her shoulders. The same golden-brown eyes—only rounder, more delicate. The same freckles dotting across her nose, only her features were softer, finer, almost pretty.

Wait. Wait. WAIT.

Your breath caught. Your chest tightened.

Oh. My. Fucking. GOD.

The scream ripped out of you before you could stop it.

The girl’s eyes shot wide open, body jerking in surprise as she flinched back—“What the fuck are you screaming abou—”

The words stopped, catching mid-sentence—then the scream picked up again, higher this time, shriller, more feminine.

She clamped a hand over her own mouth, eyes bugging out of her skull, fingers trembling against her lips.

Silence.

Then, like a car skidding off a highway—

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

Your heart was hammering out of your chest.

She snatched her hand away from her mouth, inhaled sharply—“Why is my voice—”

Scream number three.

Mid-scream, she panicked again because it was still girly, still high-pitched, and suddenly her hands flew down to her crotch, scrambling under the sheets in blind desperation—

And then—

Total. Utter. Catastrophic. Silence.

Her hands froze. Her breath caught.

Then, an even higher-pitched, borderline hysterical scream burst out of her mouth. “MY DICK IS GONE—”

You lunged forward, shoving your hand over her lips. “Liam, shut up—”

Liam—GIRL Liam—was freaking out, her eyes wide, chest heaving, body practically vibrating with panic. She shoved your hand away, words tumbling out in a rapid, breathless mess.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING—WHY DO I SOUND LIKE A FUCKING GIRL—WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING GIRL—WHERE IS MY DICK—WHY DON’T I HAVE A DICK—”

Oh my god, he was spiraling.

“Liam—”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME—”

“Liam, shut up—”

“I CAN’T SHUT UP, MY DICK IS GONE—”

Your hands shot up, and without thinking, you grabbed his—her—face and shoved your fingers right up against his—her—lips.

Instant silence.

Liam—girl Liam—stared at you, wide-eyed, your fingers firmly pressed to her lips, eyes still screaming even though her mouth was now physically restrained from causing you further ear damage.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the chaos in your own head.

“Listen to me,” you said, slow, firm. “We’re gonna figure this out. But you need to breathe and shut the fuck up before I pass out from secondhand anxiety, okay?”

Liam’s nostrils flared, her whole face still screaming WHAT THE FUCK, but she nodded, albeit very tensely.

Slowly, you let go of her face, dropping your hands back down. She exhaled sharply, still looking seconds away from another full-blown freak-out.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to wrap your head around this. “Okay. First of all—this wasn’t me,” you clarified. “Before you even start accusing me.”

Liam gave you a look—one that, even with a completely different face, you immediately recognized. The “I believe you but I have no proof” look.

You sighed. “Liam. I literally became a girl because of a curse. I know how this feels.”

That seemed to hit her a little differently. Her brows furrowed, like she was just now realizing that, holy shit, you actually did know exactly what this felt like.

Liam swallowed. “But—I didn’t—do anything,” she said, voice still so wrong, so not his. “I didn’t break any rules, I didn’t piss off Aphrodite—I didn’t do anything—”

“Which means this has to be an accident,” you said, more to yourself than to her. Because that was the part that wasn’t making sense—why the fuck would Aphrodite suddenly curse Liam? He hadn’t done anything to deserve it, he hadn’t broken any of her stupid conditions, and there was no way in hell she just randomly decided to fuck with him too.

Right?

Liam dragged a hand down her face, inhaling deeply, like she was trying so hard not to freak out again. “We need to fix this,” she muttered.

“Yeah, no shit,” you said.

She shot you a glare.

You exhaled. “Okay. First things first, we’re gonna need to make some calls,” you said. “Because either Hermes or Aphrodite is gonna have some explaining to do.”

Liam groaned, rubbing her hands over her way too delicate face. “God. I can’t believe this is happening.”

You looked at her—really looked at her.

Liam—your Liam—lying next to you, still tangled in the sheets, her hair a mess, her body completely different from the Liam you fell asleep next to.

And yet, as utterly insane as this was… she still felt like Liam.

Still had his same dumbass energy. Still had his grumpy sarcasm.

This was Liam.

Just… in girl form.

You exhaled sharply and ran a hand down your face.

Yeah. You definitely needed to make some fucking calls.

Liam was still lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, expression caught somewhere between shock, rage, and the kind of existential crisis that made a person reconsider everything they had ever known about themselves. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers gripping the sheets like he wanted to strangle the universe itself.

You sighed, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Alright, listen. You can either stay in bed all morning panicking about this, or you can get up, brush your damn teeth, and start figuring out how the hell this happened. Your choice.”

Liam blinked, then turned to look at you, his golden-brown eyes still somehow the same, despite the fact that they were now framed by longer lashes and softer features. “That’s the dumbest choice anyone’s ever given me,” he muttered.

“Yeah, well, I’m not letting you wallow. So come on.” You nudged his shoulder—her shoulder? God, this was gonna take some getting used to.

Liam groaned, dragging a hand down his—her?—face before finally grumbling, “Fine.”

You sat up first, shifting the sheets off yourself, and when Liam finally swung his legs over the edge of the bed, that was when you really got a good look.

Despite still wearing the same clothes he’d worn to bed last night—his boxers and an old T-shirt—something was... off. He wasn’t barely transformed like you had been when you first woke up in this mess. No, this was different.

His hips were wider. His face was softer, more delicate. His shoulders, while still somewhat broad, didn’t seem as sharp. His hair, normally short and messy, now hung down just past his shoulders in an unkempt but undeniably feminine way.

It was like he was... midway through a transformation.

Your transformation had been different. The first morning, you had lost your dick, but over the course of the day, you lost your body hair, and your hair had grown all in one go. The curves and softer details had come gradually over the next few weeks. But Liam? It was like someone had fast-forwarded him to two months into the process rather than hitting him with the full transformation all at once.

That wasn’t a good sign.

And Liam? Not impressed.

“The fuck is this,” he muttered, running a hand down his face before grabbing a chunk of his own hair and pulling it in front of his face to stare at it like it had personally betrayed him. “Are you kidding me?”

You tried—really tried—not to grin. Because technically, this was bad. Technically, this was a problem that needed to be fixed ASAP. Technically, this was a crisis.

But also?

It was _kinda fun _watching Liam lose his shit.

Still, you kept your amusement in check. “Come on,” you said again, standing up fully. “Bathroom. Now.”

Liam muttered something under his breath, something that sounded suspiciously like, I hate everything, but he dragged himself to his feet anyway and followed you toward the bathroom.

The second you flicked on the light, Liam immediately zeroed in on the mirror.

He froze.

And just stared.

You busied yourself with grabbing both of your toothbrushes, because you already knew how this was gonna go. Liam wasn’t gonna be paying attention to anything other than his reflection for at least the next five minutes.

And you were right.

He leaned forward, hands bracing the edge of the sink, scanning every inch of his own face like he was trying to figure out how the hell this was real. He touched his cheek, his jawline, his lips. Tilted his head. Pulled at his own hair. Furrowed his brows. Made a face. Tilted his head again.

“Why do I look like I got hit with a ‘gender swap but halfway’ mod?” he muttered.

You snorted. “Not the worst way to put it.”

He glared at you through the mirror. You just held up his toothbrush in offering. “Come on, might as well keep some sense of normalcy.”

Liam sighed dramatically but took the toothbrush from you, shaking his head as he squeezed some toothpaste onto it. He still wasn’t looking away from the mirror. Even as he started brushing his teeth, his eyes never left his own reflection, like he was hoping if he stared hard enough, he’d suddenly shift back into his usual self.

You started brushing too, watching him out of the corner of your eye.

He grimaced, shifting his stance. Then shifted again.

You raised a brow. “What’s wrong now?”

“The boxers,” he grumbled around the toothbrush. “They feel weird.”

You hid your smirk behind your hand. Oh, I know exactly how weird they feel.

But you didn’t poke fun. Didn’t prod. Didn’t make some teasing comment about how now he knew what it was like. Because, as hilarious as this was, you also knew firsthand how jarring it was to suddenly be trapped in a body that didn’t feel quite like your own.

Instead, you just kept your tone even, your expression neutral. “You’ll get through it. We’re gonna deal with this.”

Liam exhaled sharply through his nose and gave a stiff nod, still brushing his teeth like he was trying to scrub the situation out of existence.

But you?

You were still enjoying this way too much.

Because unlike when this happened to you, this time, you knew there had to be a fix. This was clearly a mistake. An accident.

Which meant that for however long Liam was stuck like this…

You were going to savor every second of it.