Stacy has a loud mouth. Shoot her.

Wendell leaned down and grabbed the ray from next to Francis. He hefted the toy up and Francis furrowed his brow while Stacy looked on expectantly. After all, neither of them knew what the red toy actually did.

"Well? I'm fucking waiting, you motherfucker." She spat.

"Stacy," Wendell said getting a firm grip on the toy and wrapping his finger around the trigger. "You swear too much."

With Stacy in a pile on the floor a surprised, confused and worried Francis put his hands up dropping his cigarette, while Wendell got up and made his way to the door. This time he made sure it was locked.

"Wha-I-we-Hank I...damn. Just...please don't kill me too!"

"Huh? Oh no, she's fine. Well... she will be. And the other thing is...I'm not actually Hank."

--

Francis sat and took a big long drag off of what must have been his 4th cigarette. He was on the small desk chair still in his underwear with his vest open. The room was dim, with a faint light coming through the window behind him. The dulled music from downstairs played, occasionally changing tracks. He narrowed his eyes at a naked Wendell sitting next to the empty skin of Hank. "Why do you keep squinting at me?" Francis asked through the smoke he'd exhaled.

"Oh...yeah. I left my glasses in the dorm. Hank didn't need them."

"Right...so...when you shoot Stacy and Hank here, they'll just go back to normal?"

"Yeah. Seems like it."

"You're very calm about all this."

"Uh. Well I panicked for a bit with Hank, but...yeah I guess I am. I kinda just went with it. I hit this sorta zen space." Wendell shrugged.

"You know...I didn't really know who you were when I went down on you. I still really don't." Francis eyed Wendell up and down.

"I already told you, I live in the dorms with Hank. I'm a bio major," Wendell explained with a short gesture towards Hank. "Wait...do you even go to the University?"

"Yeah, I'm a junior at the art school."

"Ahh. I don't have any classes over there."

"That's where I met Hank. The big lug thought I was a woman, and kept seeing me even after he found out I wasn't."

"I see why. You're pretty good at that...Oh yeah...sorry about him."

"What do you mean?"

"I...uh...don't you love him or something? Stacy said you were kinda..."

"What?"

"Possessive..."

"Heh," Francis said with a look down to Stacy's crumpled form. "Honey, that's Stacy's opinion. I fool around with Hank just because he's easy...that and it pisses off Stacy." He flicked the ash off his cigarette out the window. Francis gestured with his cigarette towards Hank's laid out skin. "He's just as big a bully as she is. Not a lot of romance happened between us. Still...don't you feel bad about this?" Francis' voice was masculine, but the cadence feminine, almost stereotypical.

"Ehh, so they lose a day. You said it yourself; they're both bullies. How many days have they ruined for everybody else?"

"I see your point."

"So...what do you think about...well that and this?" Wendell waved a hand to Stacy's skin, and then pointed at the raygun.

Francis took a long, pensive look at Stacy and Hank's skins and then said, "I think it's messed up."

Wendell, even without his glasses could see that Francis had an erection stretching out his underwear.

"Then why are you still hard?"

"Sometimes messed up stuff is still hot. So..." Francis followed up, "what do you want from me?" He took a long, big pull off his cigarette, the embers on the tip casting a faint glow on his face.

"Umm..."

--

"Not bad. Not bad at all." Stacy was sitting on her knees on the bed, fingering herself. "This thing is sensitive." Francis was clearly enjoying himself in Stacy, and without stopping turned his head to Wendell, seated in the small chair watching the display and said, "What? You don't wanna stroke to this?"

"Well I...kinda wanna..."

Francis ripped his hand away and fully turned to Wendell and began to tease Stacy's nipple with one hand. "I'm just teasing you. I know you wanna fuck."

"Don't you wanna...you know, get off first?

"I think...I want that inside me. Let's try this bad boy out." Francis spread Stacy's pussy wide open with two fingers and pointed right at Wendell's erection.

Wendell pushed himself up from the chair and moved over to the bed in a slow, vain attempt to hide his eagerness. Francis used the the thin, delicate arms of Stacy to guide him onto the bed and onto his back. Francis straddled him, and sat just below his cock, its tip resting on Stacy's sparse pubic hair. Francis gripped it, and teased it with a few playful strokes.

"Not bad. Not much smaller than Hank's, but you're half his size so it looks huge."

Really?

Francis played with Wendell's cock a bit more, while checking Stacy's pussy. "I think it's wet enough." With that, he leaned up and forward trying to line up his new vagina, with Wendell's erection. He made a few scrunched, quizzical faces, and Wendell could feel the head of his cock make several fumbled passes through and around Stacy's lips, and then, with a spreading push, it was in. Francis slowly rested all the way down onto it.

"I've had guys inside me before...but this is something else," Francis said beginning to grind his hips and work his tits with his hands. Wendell looking up at Stacy's blonde hair sliding about as Francis rocked her hips around and teased her breasts, could feel the warmth from inside her, this time, with his own cock. Francis looked down and gave a half-lidded stare right into Wendell's eyes.

"Ooooh. Yeah. I think we need a little of this too." Francis began to slid the two middle fingers of his right hand up and down Stacy's clit. The sight of Stacy above him, riding him, working her tit with her left hand, and her clit with her right, made Wendell let out a breathy yesss.

"Oooh. Yeah-uh...hey? Already? That's it?" Francis was looking with raised eyebrows at Wendell and feeling the rhythmic throb of him cumming into Stacy's pussy.

"What do you want? That's only the second time I've ever done that! Both of them today!" Wendell replied with a pleading movement of the hands. Francis lowered his eyebrows, studied Wendell, then cocked one eyebrow back up.

"Really...so the first time was with Hank's body...did that even count? Did I just take your virginity?" He let the left corner of his mouth raise into a mocking grin.

"I don't know. Does it matter?"

"I'm just playing...hey...the music." Francis still atop Wendell, turned his head to the bedroom door, and then to a nightstand clock reading: 3:15. "The party's winding down. What now?"

"I drove here as Hank. Don't have any clothes otherwise."

"I walked," Francis said leaning into Wendell's face he added, "and I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow."

--

In the dorms, the faint buzz of the flourescent lights was the only sound in the hall. In the greenish light, Wendell had his head sticking out of his dorm room door, and looked around: besides the hip teens on the lame motivational poster on the wall, there wasn't a pair of eyes around. With that, Wendell, now wearing a set of poweder blue pajamas and his spectacles, tossed the hastily redressed Stacy and Hank's skins out into the hall and shot them with the ray. Without even seeing them reinflate, he closed his door hurriedly, and listened.

A bit of disoriented scuffling, a heavy amount of swearing from Stacy, and some confused grunts from Hank ended with an agreement to go back to Hank's dorm and sleep off the drunkeness they were sure they had aquired. Wendell turned away from the door and looked at Francis, who now lay on Wendell's bed under his grey comforter.

"Are we ok?" Francis asked with pouty lips.

"I think so, They don't know what happened. They seemed to chalk it up to the drinks." Feeling fairly calm about the whole affair, Wendell tossed the raygun in his desk drawer, and set about making a place for himself to sleep on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep down here."

Francis gave a short exhale from his nose with a smile. "I sucked you and we fucked. In someone else's body even. It's not like we're dating exactly, but I think we can sleep in the same bed."

He's got a point.

Wendell shrugged and climbed into bed with Francis, who threw an arm around him from behind.

"Hey...uh...I'm not sure I can...ya know...again today..." Wendell trailed off.

"I'm not trying to sweetie. Its 5; I'm tired; you're warm. That can wait for tomorrow, and maybe some new bodies."

Ok...that went way better than expected. Francis isn't bad without a suit and he's up to wearing women. How am I supposed to just go to class tomorrow.

After a few brief moments of staring across the room at the desk drawer containg the raygun, Wendell fell asleep.