Jack makes some calls and sets up a plan

Jack dialed his phone to the doctor’s office. He’d thought to give out some gizmos to attach to their lines when they were in contact with each other. It was simple, supposedly, but enough to filter voices and bugs to give them a safe line to each other. One of the scientist’s girls answered for him and put the doctor on.

“Doc?”
“Indeed,” replied a woman’s cool, calculating voice. “Well, Jack, the good news is I found out what the serum did to us…”
“Don’t even fucking tell me the bad news, doc. I’ve figured it out for myself.”
“Naturally… we seem to be looking at a sort of inhaled steroid. How it overflows you with testosterone and can compensate by producing estrogen. Sort of puts the whole male rebellion notion into perspective, hm?”
“This ain’t gonna stop us, you hear me? She can’t keep us literally dickless forever.”
“True. A change this drastic would be nearly impossible to induce without regular and extended treatment or exposure.”
“Yea, well it sure seems like this league is crawling with a whole lot of ‘nearly impossible.’ Have you talked to the other guys yet?”
“I haven’t been able to bring myself to. Hands full on my end.”
Jack heard the giggling and low voices of his assistants in the background and sighed.
“Right. I’ll see what I can round up. Meet by the dock at 8 if somebody doesn‘t tell you otherwise, alright?”

Jack thought it over for a moment, then dialed again.

“Hey, Tim?”
“Uhhhh… yea, Jack?”
“Good. From the sounds of it you didn’t change.”
There was a pause.
“Oh god dammit.”
“I‘m sorry, Jack! I’m such a screwup! I always knew this would happen if enough girls dressed me up like that! I‘m off the super cool boy’s club now, aren‘t I?!”
“It’s not that, Timmy! The gas did this! From last night, remember?”
“Oh right. That. Haha, boy do I feel silly.”
“Yea, that must be real out of place for you. Look, we need to regroup. Usual place, alright? 8 tonight.”
“Got it, boss. Man, mom is gonna kill me.”
“Maybe she won’t notice,” Jack grumbled and hung up.

“Hey, 40. What’s up?”
“THE FUCK, man!?” came a voice. It sounded like an irate black woman chewing him out. “This shit is NOT cool!”
“Alright, relax. We’re all in the same (kind of creepy) boat here.”
“You too?”
“Baroness’ ****. Takes a while to kick in, I guess.”
“Yea, Thunder thought that already. Some payback that turned out to be.”
“Hey, it’s a setback, but she hasn’t done shit to us, really. I’m pretty sure we can, but we still gotta see to it we can fight like this. I got an idea, but I need everybody together for it. We meet up again at 8 later on at the meeting place.”

“Hey, Tex.”
“Jack,” a silky voice replied smoothly. The voice alone had Jack pausing.
“…how are things?”
“I’m a gal, Jackie boy,” the cowboy said, voice always level and Jack couldn’t shake it as being seductive and sexy. A man’s brain in a woman’s body listening to a charmer in a woman’s body was dealing with all sorts of awkward things.
“Yea…”
“I was a fellah last night.”
“I know…”
“Tell me Jack, why is it you reckon I went to bed a stud and woke up a mare?”
“The gas, okay? We’re rounding everybody up by the docks again at 8 past high noon, so saddle up and ride out.”
“Don’t patronize me, Jacko,” the voice sighed back. “And why not just use the men’s locker room, anyway?”
“You realize you have tits right now, don’t you? Besides, it‘s not like that keeps the women from just stalking in and out of there like they own it.”
“I see your point. Wouldn’t that just make a few more women pokin’ around all the more normal?”
“…got a point. But trust me, I’ve got a plan, and it’ll be way easier to pull off if we’re out of the stadium tonight.”
“I’m trustin’ an awful lot with you, Jackie,” the voice sighed hesitantly. “And I DO mean a lot, if you get me.”
“Dick jokes. Clever. Just be there, okay?”

Jack finally hung up, the group all approximately rallied. “Well, got about eight hours to kill,” he sighed to Isaac, for lack of anyone else. “What the hell am I going to do now?”

He (she) paused, face staying the same as he seemed to calmly and instinctively grope one of his breasts. “Oh right. I have tits. Duh.” He felt heat well up between his legs, an oddly welcomed sensation.

“I’m a redblooded human man,” he said aloud, confidently. “I’m going to do what anyone in my situation would do. Breakfast.”

“……..and then touch myself for the next few hours.”