I woke up the next morning groggy and tired, as if I’d slept for no more than an hour, even though it felt like I’ve been hibernating. Groaning, I tried to sit up but an arm constricted me from doing so. It was a female hand. Then I glanced down at two perky breasts, and the room that I was in. I sat there for a moment and then realized what had just happened last night. My friend Richie had somehow turned himself and me into girls. How? Beats me. And I was now in bed with a girl I did not know in Anthony Carlucci’s mansion. I had to find him quick and figure out what the hell to do. Then the girl next to me started moaning. Read more