A difficult morning.

Andrew stirred for a few minutes before opening his eyes. He felt dizzy and his head was pounding and...

He opened his eyes to the ceiling fan rotating lazily above him. He blinked and squinted, willing the fuzziness away. The scent of eggs and bacon filled his nostrils.

The first thing he saw upon padding into the kitchen was his girlfriend's amazing ass. He didn't see a second thing for almost a minute, enjoying her perfectly sculpted backside in the morning light. She turned partway from her task at the stove and flashed him a coy smile. "Hey, babe. Hungry?"

"Yeah," he grunted, and sat at the small poker table that served as the dining table. "Smells incredible."

"I know." Maria winked and put a plate in front of him and he promptly began to scoop eggs into his mouth. There was an awkward pause as she retrieved a cup of coffee. She put it next to his plate and took her seat, the table empty in front of her.

"Uh, Are you..." Andrew mumbled. "You know."

Maria smiled slightly, a touch of unease in her eyes. "What? On my period?"

Andrew was caught completely off-guard, nearly **** on his coffee. He tried to stammer a response, but hadn't even gotten through a sentence when she burst into laughter.

"Oh my God, babe, I fucking had you! I thought you were gonna piss your pants!" she cackled. "Look in front of you! Do you think girlfriend Maria's gonna be cooking you breakfast wearing only an apron? And I didn't even get anything for myself! How did you not notice?"

"Fuck this," Andrew said and began rummaging through the small folder of scripts. Maria continued to chuckle, offering some advice.

"That reminds me. When I'm in girlfriend mode, you probably don't want to use a lot of modifiers. You could run the risk... of... uhhhhhhhmm. Ahh, I like this one. This just... hits the spot." She laughed thickly as he put the modifier back into the folder.

"It also makes you too stupid to make fun of me," he chuckled.

"And too lazy." Her voice was surprisingly low with this script. "It's... man. Was it always this strong?"

"Not exactly," he said. It sounded like his voice was coming from a thousand miles away and she struggled to follow. Not exactly? Not strong?

"...some of the physical effects like exhaustion or lethargy. Kept the clumsiness, though, because it's funny to watch your stupid ass walk into doors."

She giggled, picturing her ass walking into a door. "I missed... I think I missed some of that."

"Of course you did," he said forking his final bite of eggs into his mouth. "Quick version; I made you a lot dumber and a lot happier, and made you extra good at sex."

"Sex?" she echoed. Laughing, he nodded.