Freak out

Tripp was a very reasonable young man. He was easily overwhelmed, but never freaked out or lost his cool completely.

So when this sudden change afflicted him, he tried looking at it from every angle, and eventually decided that one of two things must be true: Either he was dreaming, or he really was transformed into a girl by magic.

And being both reasonable and a man, he did what made the most sense in either given situation: He grabbed his own boobs with both hands and gave them a little squeeze.

Then he freaked out.

"Tripp! Calm down! Tripp, that is you, right? Hold it together, come on!" Sam says, trying to calm him down. She grabs his waist and tries shaking him a bit. To both their surprise, and Tripp's horror, Sam manages lift him entirely off the ground.

"Wha-! What are you doing, put me down!"

"Whoa, you're light!" Sam says, blinking. It was still weird seeing Samantha in the magical girl getup. Her voice was the same, but it would be hard to call her the same person. Everything about her was just different. It was like she had an entirely new aura.

"Put me down, put me down!" Tripp cries. He hates how it comes out. His new voice is so light and girly. It makes him sound whiny, like he was pouting. "Come on Sam, it's me, it's me! Put me down!"

Sam complies and sets him down. "Wow, you really are... I mean we really are... magical girls, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I freakin' noticed!" Tripp says, crossing his arms. "Now how do we turn it off? I wanna go back to the way I was!"

"But don't you see," Sam says, "this is our chance to help! We can stop the monster now. We're the only ones!"

Tripp squnches up his face in a way he hoped looked at least a little intimidating. He didn't have a mirror so he wasn't sure exactly how he looked. But he knew he was in the same outfit as Sam - Knee high boots, a mini skirt, frilly top with a huge bow and little lace accents. The only difference was that his getup was accented with gold instead of Sam's pink. "No! I don't want anyone to see me like this! It's humiliating - I'm wearing a skirt!"

Sam smirks for the first time since transforming, and tries to hide a snicker. "Aw, come on, you look really cute! Here, look..." She pulls out a makeup compact from her belt and blinks. "How did I know that was there? Hmm... Well anyway, here." She opens it and holds the mirror up for Tripp to see his reflection.

Looking back at him was a girl's face. Soft and elegant, with bright, sparkling sky blue eyes, and long silky white-blonde hair, tossed back in a high ponytail. It had a beautiful shimmering rainbow iridescence to it, much like the bird's feathers had earlier, or like a pearl might have. He noticed that in his hair was a little clip in the shape of a white feather. Sam had one too, but hers was pink and pinned like a badge on her top.

"See, cute right?" says Samantha.

Tripp glares at her. "Sam, my dick is gone! I have a... a..." He looks down, horrified to imagine what it must look like down there. The breezy, open feeling alone was something no man should ever have to experience unwillingly. "'Cute' does not make up for a missing cock!"

"Well we can figure that out later. Right now there's a city full of people we need to protect. Don't you feel something for them? A sense of duty, of adventure?" Sam pleads.

In truth, Tripp did feel something gnawing at him. Some deep-seated sense of justice and valor that made him want to go help people. It hadn't been there before, he thought, and he had some idea that whatever magic had transformed them might be responsible for its sudden appearance.

"Tch... Fine," he says finally. "I guess if we're stuck on an island with that thing, it's only a matter of time before it finds us anyway. May as well go out trying to stop to do something about it."

Samantha smiles. "That's the spirit! Lead the way, Dove!" Sam was about to turn to go chase the monster, but then blinked and doubled-back.

Tripp had caught it too. "Dove?" he asks.

"I... I don't know. It just sort of came out. When I look at you in that form, it's like I just know that's what to call you; 'Dove'. Is that weird?"

"No... I know exactly what you mean..." Tripp says, looking Sam up and down in her new form. "I look at you and it's hard to think of you as Sam. When you're like this my brain wants to call you Sparrow."

There was a long pause, then they both say, "This is so weird," and run off to go fight the monster.

Mondays, am I right?