You leap into action!

Your face furrows in a moment of severe contemplation. If you steal the amulet back now, you'll be stuck as a girl, but you'll also be free of the addiction. A resolve falls upon you. You have to take the chance. Hopefully you'll be able to find someone else to change you back later...

You toss the cum rag to the ground before leaping swiftly and silently over the couch, and bolting towards the kitchen. Dishes go flying as you tackle Erica to the ground. You sit atop her and grasp at her neck for the amulet. You lift your clasped hands and lift, as if to remove it. No dice the first time so you try again, and again, but can't seem to get a grip on the amulet.

Erica, seems to recover from her confusion, and immediately a string of curses begins to flow from her lips.

"You bastard!" She finally shouts. "Stop! I don't have it on me!"

You sit straddling her in silence for a few moments. "Then, where is...?"

Before you can finish speaking you hear the toilet flush, and a muffled voice cries out. "Erica? What's going on? Are you ok?"

You clamber to your feet, and gaze down at your neighbor. She has a busted lip, but her face is contorted in frustration more than pain.

"I'm fine Cass..." She grumbles. "Dylan woke up and decided *she* wanted to get the amulet back violently..." You silently cuss. You never considered that Erica would include anyone else in on this secret, even Cassandra. She seems to be at Erica's so often, you've sometimes wondered if they were a couple, or at least friends with benefits. Either way, the thought was enough to finish you off more than a few nights.

The second voice sounds out with clarity behind you. "Is that right?" It's lower, almost husky, and has the air of fiery contempt. "Well, whatever chance of that happening just went out the window."

You turn around, and come face to face with the new amulet holder. She's slender, and a little taller than Cassie... In a moment of startled realization, you acknowledge that she's now taller than you too! She flicks her straight red hair from her face, revealing her high cheeks, alabaster skin, and modest freckles. She's garbed in tight fitting distressed jeans with a baggy sleeveless T featuring some indie rock band. If she had any curves, she'd be a perfect 10, but is tragically thin as a rail and flat as a board.

Your appreciation of her beauty falters, as you realize just how dire your predicament is. Immediately you begin to stammer your excuse. "I-I just wanted to change back, I wasn't going to do anything! I was going to fix any injury I cau..."

Your voice catches in your throat. You try to speak a few more times, but nothing comes out, but wispy woosh of air. Your hands go to your throat, and you wonder if you even have a voice box anymore. You certainly can't feel one. With a grim face, you acknowledge that your pleas had sounded whiny and petulant to your own ears and Cassandra apparently agreed.

"Wow. you're annoying." she states matter-of-factly, with that rich voice. She offers a hand up to Erica, and asks rhetorically. "Are you sure he used to be a guy?"

Another moment of silence fills the air, and Erica's busted lip is healed. Seems like Cass already knows how to use the amulet, and probably fixed Erica's downstairs problem too. They smile at one another, then both pair of eyes fall to you.

"We were just going to change you back, and send you on your way." Erica ponders, as she crosses her arms. "But after that... I'm having second thoughts. I don't know if we can trust you anymore."

She titters, and turns her attention to Cass. "What do you think?"