Randall was amazed at how easily his new muscles handled the heavy grocery bags, even the fifty pound bag of potatoes. This being a guy thing might not be so bad, he thought. What am I thinking? I'm a girl! I don't want to be a guy!
He returned to his room and took off his pants and the boxers, hoping to return to his original gender.
Nothing happened.
"C'mon, c'mon." he whispered urgently.
Nothing happened.
Something happened.
He heard a female voice. "Might as well put 'em back on, kid. This is permanent. Not that I'm not enjoying the view."
Randall turned quickly and saw a small Hispanic woman standing at the door of his room. "Who are you?" he exclaimed.
"Not so loud, unless you want your mom barging in here. She won't be able to see or hear me, by the way."
"Who are you?" Randall whispered. "What's going on?"
"The name's Josefina Sanchez, and I'm. . ."