Panic

David sprinted back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. His mind was reeling, had he really just turned his roommate into a woman? He stood there frozen, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he tried to process what had just happened. All that was going through his head was Holy-Shit Holy-Shit Holy-Shit … was on loop in his mind.

Taking a few deep breaths as he leaned against his door he was finally able to calm down somewhat. This has to be some kind of dream or nightmare, he thought to himself, but deep down he knew better. The sensation of the doorknob under his hand, the sound of his own ragged breathing, it was all too real.

As he stood there trying to calm his racing thoughts, David suddenly heard the shower turn off in the bathroom. His stomach dropped, there was only one way to confirm what he thought had happened. Steeling himself, he pulled open his door and stepped out into the hallway.

He approached the bathroom with a sense of dread, wondering if he'd really changed Rick into a woman. The door swung open before he could even knock, revealing a figure that made David's jaw drop in shock.

Standing before him was Rachel, formerly Rick, looking just as muscular and toned as ever, but now undeniably female. Her towel barely covered her athletic frame, and her short damp hair framed a face that still held the same gruff expression he knew so well.

David stood there, stunned into silence, until Rachel glowered at him: "Are you going to move or do I need to teach you not to leer?" The harsh tone snapped David back to reality, his eyes widening in shock as he realized he'd been staring. He stumbled backward, face burning with embarrassment, and quickly turned away from the bathroom.

"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath as he staggered back to his room. "What have I done?"