“No, wait, stop. Give me a minute, I… let me think.”

Ned sat himself on the foot of Frank’s bed. “What’s wrong? Is it the khakis? Nadia’s been slow goings on sending over her stuff. Buuut…” he gestured at the feminine figure he was sporting, “that hardly matters NOW, does it?”

Frank was still giving him a peculiar look, “It’s just… did you get any other changes in the Role Exchanger? She- YOU- look different is all.” 

Ned covered himself in indignation “The hell you mean? It’s literally your girlfriend’s body. Your neighbor even thought I was HER!”

“Yeah, but you know it’s different. Having your head on her body… it’s throwing me off, you know?”

“This whole thing was YOUR idea.” Ned began to raise his still-masculine voice. “Are we gonna have sex or not?”

Frank sputtered, “You’re a real bro and all, but I don’t know if I want to look you in the eye while we’re… you know…” Frank trailed off. 

“Who cares?” Ned whimpered, rubbing his fat thighs together in agitation and desperation. “If we do it right you won’t even see my face! PLEASE don’t do this to me, man.”

Frank pondered for a moment, “Maybe if you put on a wig…?”

Not dignifying that with a response, Ned stormed out, upsettedly trying to put on a t-shirt a few sizes too big. The Role Exchanger did a number on him, and he figured Frank would be just as eager to fuck to blow off steam. Having someone that knows the right buttons to push would’ve made losing his girl-virginity a magical experience, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen, not unless Frank got over his hangups. Going to him was only a courtesy anyway; with a touch of makeup Ned could saunter over to the bar and there wouldn’t be a person in there that would pass up the opportunity to get with the androgynous tomboy he appeared to be.