The April fools...

Julius was awakened by a jabbing on his back cross and butt.

"Tybalt, come on, that's not funny. I feel your boner", he lifted the arm around him, wanting to free himself from spooning. He turned his head slightly and to his suprise noticed that he did not sleep with the Prince of Cats.

His love was dreaming at his side, and her bare breasts protruded from under the blanket. Her face was strewn with blond hair, that waved to the rhythm of her steady breathing. Julius, not understanding what was poking between his buttocks before, decided to reach below the Romea's cover, out of pure curiosity. His hand met a hard, warm familiar shape, that stiffed and tensed under his grip.

Julius fell out of bed in shock, capsizing on the carpet.

"A dick!", he shouted, horrified by the discovery. He had slept with his love many times in the past, and never came across such a find.

Romea, awakened by the noise, sat cross-legged on the sheet, and her new intimate rose at attention in front of her eyes. The girl began to scream with terror, seeing her firm manhood.

"Oh, you too, guys?!", Tybalt appeared over the lying kin. As his cousin perfectly knew, the Prince of Cats always slept bare nude, so from this perspective Julius had a view on an unusal sight. No symbol of masculinity protruded from between Tybalt's hairy thighs. Only one small pinky bell loomed in the tangle of curly pubic hair.

"What's going on? Why do I have a penis?!", Romea looked horrified, when her hand ran down her crotch, as if she wanted to find her lost vagina.

"From what I saw walking around my villa, everyone has this problem", Tybalt replied, not being as scared as his two friends. On the contrary, he was looking at his empty groin with quite dissolute satisfaction, as if he was planning something truly naughty.

"Everyone...?", kin's words hummed in Julius's ears. With a slow movement, he rached down his pants. His palm ran over the pubic mound, finding no branch nor two fruits. His fingers slid lower, meeting the tight, ruffled flaps. Julius flinched, feeling his new equipment, so he backed away in silent confusion.

"What are we going to do now?", Romea got up from the duvetes, and her erected meat noded to the pace of her moves, "The wedding is coming soon, how will I show myslef to the family like this?"

"Calm down", Julius said in a loud, firm tone. He did not know what was happening, but he had to somehow get the situation under control, for the sake of these two, "Let's have a look around. Maybe someone put something in our drinks, or we experience a collective hallucination after these strange joints we smoked last night. We need to find out."

They both agreed with him. Action was always better than desperation.