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Stephen took a step forward, holding up his hands in a mock gesture of calm. “Hey, just… just relax, alright? It’s not as bad as it seems.” His voice was smooth, almost patronizing, as if he were talking to a child who didn’t understand the world.
“Not as bad as it seems?” Lawrence snapped, his new voice still startling to his own ears. “Are you insane?! I’m… I’m damn fucking turned into a girl!" He glared at Stephen face, then at the remote in Stephen's hand. His eyes widened, a spark of realization flashing behind the rage and panic. “You did this, didn’t you? That… that remote! It did this!”
Stephen smirked, unable to hide his amusement at Lawrence’s outburst. “Yeah, it was the remote. Pretty neat, huh? Turns out it's not just some junk, after all."
“This isn’t funny, Stephen!” Lawrence screamed in his shrill feminine voice, his panic mounting. “Change me back! Right now! I swear to God, if you don’t—”
"Or what?” Stephen interrupted, taking a step forward. "You gonna sic your daddy's lawyers on me? Call your high-priced security guards and have them kick my ass for ruining your little fun vacation here?" he laughed “Besides, you look better this way.” He looked at Lawrence with a smirk, his gaze roaming up and down.
"Better? Better?!? Are you out of your damn mind?! This isn't better! I'm a guy! I'm supposed to be a guy!" Lawrence tried to grab the remote out of Stephen's hand, but the larger man easily held it out of reach.
"Relax. Deep breaths. Damn, you’re exactly the girl I’ve always dreamed of, Lawrence" He let the name 'Lawrence' linger on his tongue, then shook his head as if dismissing it. "No, you're not Lawrence anymore. You're... hmmm... I think Lacey sounds like a great name for a girl like you." He paused, his grin growing wider. "What do you think? Feminine and sweet. Perfect for someone like you."
Lacey’s eyes widened with horror. "Lacey? No, no, no! My name is Lawrence! I don't want some girl name!" She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet as she tried to put some distance between herself and Stephen. "This is insane! Change me back, right now!"