"Wh... where's my dick? Why do I have... tits?" Joe asked his wife, reluctantly touching his left breast.

"You're... me. I think this is my fault. I just... wished my family could understand what it's like to be me. I didn't know it would..."

"...give me stripper tits? Jesus Vanessa you'd better turn me back right now!"

"Hey that's my body you're talking about! Even if I knew how, I don't think I would! You're such a dick sometimes!"

"I'm a dick? I don't even have a... dick right now. Babe I'm so freaked out. This feels so weird... I'm sorry for yelling."



"Oh Joe, look at you. I'll get you a..." Vanessa was interrupted by barking, but it didn't sound like their dog. "Hold on."

She ran out of the bathroom and to her bedroom window. She was shocked to see her own body standing on her hands and knees barking at the neighbor's cat.



"Oh my god, Sparky? Wait, if Sparky changed too, that means... oh shit."