"Thorry, no," Jerry said. "I've got my own hunky huthband waiting for me at home." No, no, no! Why was Jeremiah saying these things? Why couldn't he stop speaking with a lisp? And why did he just tell these two fags that he had a husband? He had a wife, damn it. A wife!
"Well, we hope to thee you again thometime, honey," Markie said, waving.
Jeremiah walked away with a lot more of a swish than he intended, but at least he was getting away from them now. He momentarily thought about continuing his way to the coffee shop, but then changed his mind. Right now, he just wanted to get home and cuddle up with his hunky hubbie. He stopped walking, his eyes going wide. No, he meant his wife. Why did he just think that?
Shaking his head, he continued on his way home. He was walking with a very pronounced swish, but oddly, it didn't seem to matter as much to him now as it did earlier. Whatever. Heading down another street, he could see his house in the distance, then quickened his pace.
Moments later, he opened the door and walked into his house.
"Thweetie, I'm home," he announced.
A woman came around the corner. "Jeremiah? Is that you? Why are you talking like that?"
Jerry looked confused and panicked. "Who are you? Where'th my huthband?" His changes had finished completely. He no longer remembered his old straight life. He now believed that he was and always had been gay, and was normally married to a man. "How did you get in here?" he asked, thinking the woman broke in. "If you don't tell me what'th going on right now, I'm gonna call the polithe," he warned, swishing his way over to the landline phone.