Jack wakes up to a true shock

Jack, as was so often the case it seemed, woke up in his boxers splayed on his bed in his apartment, waking up fighting with a hangover. He scratched himself and rolled out of bed, his cat Isaac brushing against his leg. He bent down and pet him, feeling oddly heavier when he did. Isaac eyed him strangely.

“Oh, dammit. Baroness grew me another nose or something gay, didn’t she?” Jack groaned, knowing a setup when it was written into his life. “Well duty calls first.” He walked to the bathroom to take a piss… finding this shockingly difficult. He leaned into the mirror to see his hair just slightly longer, though wild and carrying some of its old spikiness. He was still fit, but with what you might call more definition in his chest. That is to say, he had D-cup breasts on his bare chest. Natural too, contrary to some wise assed friends’ pranks. Jack had woken up a woman.

“Welllll, shit,” Jack grunted, cupping a breast with a sort of unimpressed curiosity. An alien, pleasent tingle went through her chest. “Well at least they had the decency to remove the goatee…” He pulled his boxers out a bit. “And The Purple-Helmeted Crusader...”