Shock and Awe

"Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck." Gwen cursed, lunging herself/Andrew off of her/his body. The pronouns were already driving her insane. "This--Are you--I mean, are you--Am I? Is that me in there? Or is that you, Andrew?"

He didn't know how to react. He wasn't even looking at her. He was looking at his new pair of breasts. He never felt he'd be saying that. He never felt anything like it! As he tried to get his new co-ordination right with his hands, he began to feel them, tweaking at the strange new pink nipples and feeling a sensation jolt through his body.

"Wow," he said, almost laughing at his feminine voice. "Oh my God, look at my new voice," he said. "I mean, hear my new voice. Wow."

Andrew had always had the fantasy to be a woman. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy a man, he just felt it would be easier to be a women. He felt everything fell into their laps. He'd have all his sexual needs fulfilled when ever he needed it! Plus, he would love to be involved in lesbian action.

"Oh my... I have a... Pussy..." he shouted. He reached his hand down as she ran out and grabbed it with a surprisingly firm grip.

"STOP! Don't touch my pussy," she hissed.

"Sorry," he said.

"Put on my pants." She handed over the leather hot pants she was wearing earlier. "And don't touch my tits either. We're going to figure this out. We're going to reverse this..."

But they didn't find a way. It took a good, solid week as they sought around at Wolfram & Hart, various magicians, and even a very peculiar brain-switching surgeon. Nothing worked, or it was too dangerous. They even tried having sex again, with Gwen enjoying her new cock, and Andrew not enjoying it too much inside of him. They hoped it could change them back, but secretly Andrew didn't want to.

And they didn't.

They were stuck.