You go to hand Travis the the ring. You place it in his palm but don't let go of the plastic loop. "Can I ask what exactly you want to try?" Travis looks at you steadily. "I'll figure something out. But you need to trust me." You look at Travis. You're a little nervous, but you want to provide a show of good faith to him. You let go of the ring and your boyfriend closes his palm around it. "Okay." He opens up his phone and goes to his internet browser. "Just give me a minute," he says by way of explanation, "I need to find someone to switch with." It sort of looks like he's on a porn site, but you can't see exactly. He seems to stop on an image, then places the phone in front of you. "What do you think of this guy?"
It's a photo of a porn star, oiled-up looking. He's reclining on a black couch in an otherwise barren room. His muscles are sculpted, it's clear they are carefully curated by this man or his personal trainer or something. He's lean, but with some muscle tone. His hips have a perfect v-line, creating a path that your eyes follow to his large tool, poking out of a white jockstrap. He's cut too, and probably 9". 8 at least. He has platinum blonde hair, and a sexy pout; he's biting his bottom lip a little with his flawlessly white teeth. He has a triangular nose that seems to be just the right size. His cheeks are coated with short, manicured stubble. It gives him an artificially rough appearance, but the dark facial growth betrays his natural hair color. He has a square jaw, which is connected to taut, well developed traps. He has no body hair to speak of, his skin universally smooth and tan. Kind of a hunk, traditionally sexy, but not exactly your type.
"I want to switch something between the two of you." You look at Travis, a little bewildered. "You're not going to use it on yourself? I've already gone through so many changes." He smiles a little. "Well, I figure that's why it should be you. This ring seems a little dangerous, you never know what you could get. So I tried to find someone perfect." You're a little annoyed he said that, but he corrects himself. "Classically perfect. I still want you, assuming that is you." All of that makes sense. You nod. "Okay. Well, you might as well go ahead then." Travis closes his eyes, and kisses the ring. You hope he was honest with you.
Suddenly, you feel the result of your changes. You feel energized somehow, more agile. Really great all over. You look down and see that Travis has chosen to switch muscle mass, but it's everywhere. Not to the point of bursting your uniform's seams or anything, but the whole uniform is definitely strained. You look a lot like that cop used to. You stand up, feeling the strength in your chest, arms, legs, and back. "Wow," Travis says, "you were telling the truth." Both of you admire your new, more muscular form. You're definitely a babe now. You roll up the uniform sleeves a little, looking at the muscles tense under your skin when you flex. You turn yourself at the waist to look at your butt. Even that's a little more muscular and perky. You still have a little gut; it's clear that your body fat went unchanged. "So what was the second change?" You look at Travis. You were so occupied you almost forgot. You're not sure actually. You grope at your package; that feels the same. You're just as tall, and Travis confirms your eye color, teeth whiteness, small stuff like that is all the same.
As you check, you hear a crackle from the radio on your hip. "Officer [name]? This is dispatch. Are you 10-8?" You surprise yourself, you know what that means. "Sorry, dispatch. 10-4. This is Officer [name]. Yes, 10-8. There was a 10-85 at some apartments, suspected prowler, but it was a misunderstanding." Dispatch requests you return to your posted area of patrol. You look at Travis. "You can stay here if you want, but I have to go; I'll be back later." Travis nods. "I'll see you in the morning you say." Travis goes in for a kiss, but you turn your head so it lands on your cheek. You don't return in; you're not sure why, but that's what happens. You just don't feel like it.
You leave your apartment, heading down the street. It's dusk now, and there are less people out and about. You're quite a distance away when you realize Travis still has the ring. Somehow you forgot; your duty to the force and your strange eagerness to leave made it slip your mind. Oh well, you think, you trust him. You walk back to the area you were changed, near the park, when suddenly...