“So what do we do now?” Briana asked.
“We talk about it!” I said. I skipped over to the couch in the living room and Briana followed me. “What did
you think?”
“It was amazing!” said Briana. “Like, totally unlike anything before. I couldn’t control myself, I just
wanted more and more.”
“I know, right?” I said. “I felt the same way. This body knows what it wants.”
“That’s like, the weird thing,” said Briana. “I did stuff that Brian would, like, you know, never dream of.
Like giving a blow job.”
“How was that?” I asked.
Briana grinned. “It was yummy,” she giggled.
“Oh, you’re bad,” I said. “But, yea, we’re like totally different people.”
“We are,” said Briana. “We gave ourselves names. And we, like, think different.”
“We talk different, too,” I said. “We sound like we’re dumb and stuff.”
Briana frowned. “Are we dumb?” she asked.
“We’re not smart like Joe and Brian,” I answered. “Like, could you go do Brian’s job?”
“No!” Briana exclaimed with a giggle. “His job is hard.”
“I couldn’t do Joe’s job, either,” I said. “But we know stuff they don’t know. Important stuff, like…you
know, stuff.”
“Yea, exactly,” said Briana.
“You know what? We should, like, change back,” I said.
“Aww, but why?” Briana protested.
“Cuz we need Joe and Brian to be smart for us,” I said.
“Oh, fine,” said Briana.
I went back to the kitchen and filled that same glass with water again. “I wish we will change back to Joe
and Brian after we drink from this glass,” I said.
After we both drank, Briana asked, “Why did we have to drink again? Couldn’t you, like, just wish us to
change back.”
I was confused. “Maybe?” I asked. “We changed by drinking, so didn’t we need to change back the same way?”
Briana looked confused. “Oh, I don’t know,” she giggled.
We both looked disappointed as our bodies shifted and transformed back into our decidedly less impressive male
bodies. The change didn’t feel quite as good in reverse, either. Once we were back to normal we realized
that we were both naked. We both tried to avert our eyes from looking at each other’s penises. “I wish that
we were both fully dressed in the clothes we were wearing earlier,” I said quickly. Our clothes reappeared
instantly. The shirts we wore that had been destroyed were intact again, just like Michelle’s maid uniform.
Without saying a word we both went back to the couch and sat down. Several minutes of awkward silence
followed until I said, “So…”
“Yea, that was weird,” Brian interrupted. “But…I kind of liked it.”
“I’m a little surprised you admitted that,” I said.
“You’re telling me you didn’t like it? It was your idea!” he shot back.
“Yea, I guess you could say I enjoyed it,” I admitted. “I just wasn’t sure if you did.”
“It was like an out of body experience,” he said. “It’s like I was there, but I wasn’t. My thoughts couldn’t
get through. There was like this huge wall blocking off the things that make me who I am.”
“They knew it too,” I said.
Brian raised an eyebrow. “They?” he asked. “It was us.”
“But you just said it wasn’t you,” I answered. “I mean, I know what you’re saying, but the way I made the
wish really did make us completely different people. It wasn’t our minds trapped in female bodies. We
changed more or less completely!”
“You seem excited by that thought,” said Brian.
“Think of it,” I said. “This ring is so powerful that it created two completely new personalities. Two
completely new people! The possibilities of this are huge. Who knows what else we could do?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down,” said Brian. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. Creating new ‘people’ is one
thing. How do you know we can control them? I mean, Barbie could have just wished us to come back, but she
used your glass gag again.”
“Well…” I realized Brian had a point. “Maybe she’s like most people and learns from experience. That was
her experience.”
“No, that was her sharing your memories,” I said. “She didn’t exist until after you did that.”
I was defeated. I didn’t have a comeback for that. “So are you saying you don’t want to do that again?” I
asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want you changing my mind again unless for some reason I tell you to. I
don’t need to have multiple personalities running around up there.” After another pause he asked, “Hey, what
about Michelle?”
“What about her?” I asked.
“What if she tells someone about what happened?” he asked.
I laughed. “Who would believe her?” I asked. “That a pair of naked women who are really males, and clients
of hers, turned her into a male sex god and forced her to have sex multiple times?”
Brian looked dejected. “Good point,” he said.
“Besides,” I said. “I have a feeling she’s not satisfied.”
“Really?” asked Brian. “How can you be so certain?”
“I’ve had sex as a male and as a female now,” I said. “I never felt as good during and after sex as a male as
I just did as a female.”
“You mean what Barbie had, right?” asked Brian.
“For the sake of this discussion, let’s consider us the same person,” I retorted. “Don’t you feel the same
way?”
“Yea, I do,” he said. “Having sex as a woman, it was…complete. Like I felt it all over my body. I never had
that feeling normally. So if we both agree that sex as a woman was better than sex as a man, why should
Michelle have enjoyed sex as a man more than sex as a woman?”
“Does she look like she gets sex as a woman a lot?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s mean,” said Brian.
“Well, that’s what I think,” I said. “I think she’ll want more.”
“To be continued,” said Brian.