No, you regain your composure

You realized it was becoming difficult to determine where John began and Jane ended. Wherever the distinction lied, however, you were able to hop onto the correct side of it.

"Okay,okay, pull out--please pull out," you say between gasps.

At first, you thought Alex would ignore you. It looked like he was having a marvelous time, after all--and, quite honestly, if the roles were reversed, you weren't sure if you would have pulled out, either. However, you heard a satisfying pop! as Alex slides his penis out of your vagina. He rubs his shaft, but he didn't need much urging. He was already erupting like a fucking volcano. You had only seen so much semen in porn--it was certainly more than you had ever been able to produce as a man.

Ropes of his potent seed fell on your face, your tits, as well as your stomach. You felt his hot cum dribble down your chin, and, while you refused to admit it, you wished very much that he had sprayed your insides.

"Dude, you look like a total slut," Alex joked when he had finished his seemingly enjoyable ejaculation (something which you had been robbed of, you quietly note).

"Shut the fuck up--can you get me a rag?"

To his credit, he did help you clean up. That wouldn't make you forgive him for not letting you finish, but it was a kind gesture, nevertheless.

When you had both finished cleaning up, and you placed back on the jean shorts and black teeshirt, which had formerly been Jennifer's, the two of you become quiet. Then, Alex said, "This is fucked up, man."

"You're telling me," you replied.

"How can a phone call just turn you into a girl? That's fucked. And how do you even know that you'll turn back into a man in 48 hours?"

Those were both good questions. In all the commotion, you had strangely acquiesced to the chaos that had occurred since this morning. In hindsight, this should have not surprised you--you were always the type of person to just _let _things happen to you. (That was why you couldn't tell Jennifer how you felt).

"What do you want me to do? Investigate? I don't even know where to start."

"What about the phone call you got this morning? Was there caller ID?"

You were embarrassed to admit that you hadn't checked. You found your phone in your other pants and opened your call history. Your most recent call came from an unknown number.

"Call them back," Alex suggested.

"And say what?" You asked. "'Hey creepy, magical stranger, give me back my body, or else?'"

He grabbed your phone.

"You can't just let shit happen to you all the time, John," Alex said, "That's not too manly."

Alex dialed the number.

The phone started ringing.