Steve gulped nervously as Missy from work pointed directly at him. Although on the surface the young woman
still looked like the familiar, bubbly, effervescent happy secretary he knew from the office, there was now
something darkly sinister about her, dressed in these black, flowing robes and eagerly embracing her role as a
member of this underground cabal – this secret sorority of real life practitioners of the dark arts.
And now, all eyes in the room rested squarely on Steve... or rather 'Stephanie' as they saw him. He and Carl
were now members of this witch's coven. Was that weird magic stone Missy was talking about somehow responsible
for all this? Missy said something about using this so-called 'Grellstone' to change men to women – that's
exactly what had happened to Steve and Carl. Only how was that possible if Steve (or rather 'Stephanie,' he
glumly reminded himself) was the current custodian of this fury-fueled gender bending rock? Steve had never
heard of a 'Grellstone' until this moment. And presuming he had one in his possession, why would he have used
it to change himself into a woman? Especially considering the woman in question had only been entrusted with
the reality-warping stone in the first place because of her association with a women-only organization. Unless
Steve and 'Stephanie' really were two different people – like from... oh, alternate universes or some such
science fiction nonsense. Maybe this arcane artifact of Stephanie's had made 'Earth-Steve' and 'Earth-
Stephanie' somehow... intersect or something, and their respective souls had gotten mixed up into the wrong
bodies when worlds collided?
Steve found himself wishing for the first time in his life that he'd spent more time reading comic books or
watching Star Trek instead of fishing and drinking beer. As it was, Steve's poor mind was racing desperately
to come up with some rationale explanation for this latest turn of weirdness in his life.
“Well, Stephanie?” asked Agatha, snapping Steve out of his long, silent reverie. “What do you have to report
to us regarding the Grellstone you've been examining this weekend?”
“Uh...” Steve said, rising awkwardly to his feet and smoothing out the pleats in his long denim skirt.
These women want a report from me, thought Steve. No – check that. They want a report from Stephanie. And I'm
not her... or am I a parallel reality version of her? Am I going crazy or has the world around me gone crazy?
Shit, shit, shit! What do I tell this crazy women? They've got real life, honest to God magic powers! But if
I'm really Stephanie now, then maybe I do, too? Shit, what am I going to tell them?
What next?