Dylan walked into his house, undoing the buttons on his blazer as he did, then undid the top couple of buttons of his shirt. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he decided what to do next when his girlfriend walked down the steps to see him there.

Well, "girlfriend" was probably not the right term now, as she now had his old body underneath her head, just as he had her cute feminine body below his neck.

"Rough day?" She asked.
"Not the work." Dylan said. "That wasn't bad at all. It was everything else. You know, I've caught just this week sixteen times a guy has been eyeing up my ass or my tits or my legs. Hell, I don't think most of them have even made eye contact with me, they're either staring at my tits or trying to get a look at my legs when we speak! God, I don't get it, how hard is it?"

At that, Carmen just sighed. "You know when I used to complain about all of this?"

"Carmen, now is not the time..."

"It is time, Dylan. I told you about all of this for a solid year until this happened. Now you know. Now you get it. I'm not beating up on you, but now that you have finally gotten it, now are you willing to listen about everything else."

He wanted to be angry for how she was acting. Part of him did, at least, but another part knew she was right. His anger started to fade and he shook his head slightly.

"Okay, I guess you are right."

"Here," she said, holding out her arms. "Come here."

They hugged, and he felt her strong arms around him. He smiled as they hugged.

"I think I need work at this." He said.

"Don't worry about it. At least you're cute." She said with a giggle.

"Shut up." He said lightly and jokingly.

She pulled back, a playful grin on her face.

"Nah."