Susan was a late sleeper, so she was unsurprised to wake up in the bed the next morning alone. Her female spouse brought in a pot of coffee and some rolls, but the expression on her face was a little tense.
"You haven't changed back?" Susan asked, after a quick glance at the clock to see that twelve hours had gone by.
"No" said Alan. "And I'm not going to."
"What do you mean you're not going to? You're a man."
"What I mean, is that somewhere around my seventh orgasm last night--thanks by the way--you lost a husband and gained a wife. I'm a lesbian now, not a man. We can go on this way or we can divorce, amicably I hope, but Alan is gone. My name is Alice now."
"Just because you had some female orgasms? You can't be serious."
"There's a hell of a lot more to it than great sex. This thing had an effect on me. I don't know how much femininity I had before last night, but this thing brought it out. The thought of having a cock again revolts me."
"So can't you reverse this just by turning back into a man? Wouldn't that bring your masculinity back?"
"I thought you might say that, but the thing is I don't want to be a man. That's why I hid the medallion."
"You hid it?" Susan was losing patience with this foolishness. Of course her husband was a man.
"Before you go any further with this, remember this was your idea. This whole thing. You knew there were risks, or you should have. And you had a pretty good time last night, as I recall."