When his consciousness came back, Jay had no idea where he was. He had been having a weird dream where he was a girl getting fucked by a dude who looked and talked exactly like himself, then he opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling. He looked around and saw he was in some kind of hospital ward.
When he recognized Rae, asleep in the next bed, he began remembering Dr. Wills talking to them and the weird ass thing she’d claimed.
After a momentary pause, his hand went to his crotch and found a crack instead of a cock. He looked down his body and saw the covers sitting way too high off his chest.
”Fuck me!” he exclaimed in a voice that sounded female.
“I’m sleeping, girlfriend,” he heard Liz mumble on the side of him opposite Rae’s bed. “Maybe later.”
He turned her direction just as she sat up in bed, raising her arms in a morning stretch. The covers fell off her to expose a lovely pair of boobs and a toned, athletic upper body. She looked over at him.
“Oh... My... Gawd! Is that you, Jay?” she exclaimed. “That lady really wasn’t kidding!”
“Jeez,” someone said from the other side of Liz. “Oh, jeez, this is fucked up.”
Liz looked that way and giggled. “And Brett too! Oh my gawd, you’re both gorgeous too!! And fucking ripped!”
“Speak for yourself,” Jay grumbled. “Were you always such a hardbody?”
“Huh?” she blinked, then looked down, feeling her tummy. She giggled, “Omigawd! I gotta six-pack!”
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