After a pregnant pause, Jackson spoke up, “Just so you know, dude, I know you look like a chick, but I’m not gay. I was just tryna keep you from freaking out, is all.”

Marcus turned over to respond with a bemused stare; the sentiment may have lent itself more weight had they not finished having sex on for the fourth time. To be fair there was little else the pair could do in terms of entertainment: internet was down across the board, the only thing on the TV was the same emergency broadcast that, although not in their native language, made it clear the wisest choice was to stay put. Jackson’s bravado was almost commendable in its own way, and Marcus was learning how cute it was watching men squirm from his mere presence. 

To think Marcus was the averse one just a day before. Being thrust into not only a foreign country, but into a foreign body as well was a lot to contend with, but at least Jackson didn’t have to deal with losing his manhood as Marcus did. Panic struck the gender-bent lad hard, and Jackson put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, but that only caused him to recoil in shock. Clearly the former owners of the bodies the two men were in had some sort of non-platonic relationship, given how warm Marcus got from just a simple touch. Marcus fled as far as he could to get whatever privacy he could get in the cramped studio apartment, curled up on a chair for hours, doing his best not to move, feel all the changes. But the sheer heft of the breasts he was saddled with were too big to ignore. Call it acceptance, call it boredom, but either way by evening he was pulling down his sundress in the middle of living room. He never thought a single tweak of the nipple could be as stimulating as rubbing his former member, and when a bold Marcus’s mouth found itself sucking on his creamy titty that pleasure was amplified to an insane degree. 

After a passionate night of exploring each other, the sobering light of morning seemed to have caught up with Jackson. “Whatever you say, 'dude,'” Marcus rubbed a dainty foot up and down his companion’s muscular, hairy leg, “Nothing’s keeping you in this bed. Feel free to leave and see if the phones are back up, and we’ll never speak of this again…” he nuzzled closer with that, practically whispering those last words into Jackson’s ear. 

The silence was back, but neither made any moves to stand. Navigating the aftermath of this body-shifting event would be tricky, but in that moment the animalistic desire the pair felt was simple and direct, and all too willing to be satisfied.