As Roger came back to consciousness he knew something was wrong by the look in Mark's face as he looked over him. He put his hand up to his chest instinctively and felt a deep falling sensation in the bottom of his stomach as he fondled a beautiful young pair of breasts.
"I'm sorry, Roger. What happened?" Mark enquired.
"I dunno, I mean I had sex just as before. That can't be it."
"What sort of sex?" Mark asked.
"What the hell do you mean? What sort of sex can a man have? Come on, buddy."
"I mean were you penetrated? While you were away I was reading up on it, and if you'd transformed into a man while you were away you'd have been ok. It's all about having someone's else's juices inside you." he explained.
"What the fuck?!" I cried back. Why hadn't this punk explained this before. What was more, how the hell did he expect me to go back and get someone's juices inside me?
"Look, I'm so sorry. It's a simple choice you have now. Go back and try again, stay as you are, or have a different persona?" This was going to be tough. Even as Mark sat there with his arm around me, my new hormones were driving me crazy at the sight of his muscled arm.