“Finally figured out a way to swap us back?” Calli barged into her old apartment, not bothering to knock, “Good. When I’m out of your cheesy ass and back to normal, it’ll be too soon.”

Carl gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the complicated tome in front of him. “Trust me, it’s no picnic on this end, either. Would it kill you to have any NORMAL clothes, or do you like looking… being cold all the time?” 

Calli rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, disturbingly contorting Carl’s body in a very effeminate manner.  “At least you don’t have to keep Bex of your back. How she manages to find YOU attractive, I’ll never know.”

Carl huffed in annoyance. He just didn’t get it: his girlfriend was one of the most thoughtful, kindest people you could wish to know. So how the heck did her little sister end up like THIS? He and Calli never got along, barely tolerating each other for Bex’s sake. So imagine how miserable their altered lives have been when they found themselves in each other’s body’s on one fateful day. They didn’t know if it was magic that got them in this mess in the first place, but perhaps a spell could get them out. Carl had manged to find such a spellbook just a few hours ago, and was quick to arrange a meetup to use the damn thing. A more cavalier approach than what Carl preferred, but the sooner he stopped feeling the void between his legs, the sooner he stopped being technically related to his significant other, the better. 

As soon as they got over their bickering, Carl began chanting. The wind picked up throughout the studio apartment, the arcane etchings glowed slightly within the book, and.. nothing, the spectacle fading as soon as it was conjured. Carl was ready to curse their misfortunes before a tingling, into a burning took over his body, the brunt of it concentrated in and around his ass. Within but a few seconds, his bottom half ballooned to ridiculous proportions, tearing Calli’s slutty little leotard to shreds, leaving him more exposed than if he was simply naked. “Damn it. DAMN IT!” he cried out. 

Put simply, they had failed. If anything, Carl appeared MORE feminine than if he did nothing. “I know what you’re gonna say, but just ZIP it ’til I can-” he was cut off not by Calli’s whining, but by what she was now sporting. I would appear Carl’s expanded bottom-half wasn’t the only side effect of his mistake: a VERY impressive bulge throbbed just inches from his face, separated by the thin layer of fabric of Calli’s jeans. He wanted to be disgusted, push the thing away from him, but he couldn’t bear letting that monster out of his sight. He was blushing, practically drooling, and… oh, god, he squirmed his thunder-thighs together, he was aroused. Carl had kept his old sexuality while being stuck in Calli’s female body, but whatever he did to alter their bodies did something to alter his mind, as well. Struggling to tear himself from such a tantalizing view, Carl managed to look up to see his old face’s reaction, and from the hungry look in Calli’s eyes, it was obvious that the misfired spell was having a similar effect on her, physically and mentally. He still couldn’t stand the brat, but the lustful fog smothering his mind overshadowed such trivial grievances. Wordlessly, Calli turned Carl around, bending him over, the only sound being her enhanced rod gliding itself into her drenched former hole.