Take stock

Since Sully's lost half his weight on you, almost, you take advantage and surge upward. Taken by surprise, your transformed friend reacts too slow to keep you from giving him (her?) the slip and leaping to your feet.

Geeze, this is bad. This is very bad. And nobody even knew Pearl changed colors, either...! So are you the only one who saw the drinks hit? And that means you're the only one who can fix all this...!

"Woah there Chase, it's not like we just found your porn collection or anything," teases Indy, wiping her smiling lips of the last traces of the Fetish Fuel and giving a small burp.

"He's got crazy eyes," notes Pearl, with a derisive snort.

You ignore them and face your best friend and bro. He's so recognizable... and yet totally different at the same time. How many pounds of muscle did he lose? How is he going to get that sports scholarship now? Did you just ruin his sports career?

You wince. "I'm so sorry, Sully."

But the altered Sully just chuckles at you from the floor, and hops effortlessly to his/her feet, dusting themself off. "Must've hit you harder than I thought," they chuckle.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Your ignorance prompts an actual laugh from your strangely, attractively Jane-like and androgenous friend. "Don't amnesia act me, man. I hit you in the chest, not the head."

Oh thank god. Despite looking different, Sully's still SUlly. Even if you don't know all the details... but that's the trick, isn't it? Pretend you know. BEcaues if you don't, you'll be the crazy one in this scenario.

"But that's just it," you say, playing dumb (which comes totally naturally to you, at all times), "I don't remember what I forgot!"

Sully puts you in a headlock and rags their knuckles over your head. You're also mindful that their chest isn't totally as hard and uncomfortable it should be, but the **** your skull is taking is too much to dwell on it.

"Ow, fuck! Cut it out, Sully!"

"Silvie!" your best friend growls, mirthfully, in correction. "Say it or this sandwich gets upsized to extra large!"

Silvie? Silvaine. So now, Sully's always been like this... which means he's always been a girl, right?

"Okay, truce, Silvie, I don't have amnesia, I swear everything's normal," you blurt out, tripping over yourself to capitulate.

Sully - or rather, SIlvie - gives you one last knuckle rub before loosening her hold just enough to let you escape. Damn, even as a girl, Sully's stronger than you. And even if he's shorter as a chick, he's still got several inches on you in height.

"Hate to say it," says Pearl, pained as she examines her empty can, "but Fetish Fuel went down even smoother than the Bimbo Juice."

A general murmur of agreement comes up from your friends.

"It's a little in bad taste though, isn't it?" asks Yutong.

"I wasn't going to say anything," says Silvie, walking over to Indy and casually linking hands with her former (or perhaps not so former?) girlfriend.

You're confused. Didn't you already tread this ground? "It's not that bad taste, is it? I thought you guys would like it, and you did, so what's the harm..." you say, hoping to provoke an answer.

Yu fixes you with a steady, condescending look. "Considering who your friends are? I'd say it's bad of you to even bring it up at all, even as a joke."

"Yeah. What happened is no laughing matter, Chase," says Indy, sternly, pulling closer to Silvie for comfort.

"It isn't?" you ask dumbly, wishing you had some memories of this new reality to guide you in what the hell's going on.

Pearl sighs, idly running a finger under her ring choker. "Let's not bring this up here, yeah? We're all trying to have a good time. Chase, drop it."

Obediently (and without any other recourse) you do so. "Fine."

Though if you have no idea "what happened" then you're going to have a hell of a time reversing it and changing things back to normal.