The coupled embraced and they had hot, but moist sex all night. Marty made sure she didn’t feel less of a woman, and if Rachel was apprehensive because of her new form she accepted that her boyfriend was not disgust one bit as he had no taboos with her that night.
They had actually one of the steamiest nights of their relationship; its better counterpart would only have been the night Marty turned into a frog.
They climaxed together.
Both fell on the bed gasping trying to catch their breath. Marty stretched his arms and took a look at his skin and hands; Rachel noticed how sad he looked.
“What is it, hun?”
“I thought I’d turn too” he confessed. “I hoped I became a frogman like you.”
“I don’t understand!”
“It wasn’t that bad actually. If I could choose being a frogman besides you I wouldn’t think twice!”