Strange Saturday!, Parts 3 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for AnubisForever

Luke and Ava are two platonic friends who confess their feelings of unhappiness with their bodies while attending a music festival together. But when they make a wish to be their ‘true selves’, they quickly find out that not only can wishes come true, but they can come true in utterly unexpected ways! Now stuck as Luna and Aidan, the pair must grapple with their changed identities and strange new feelings for one another, all while exploring their newfound existences, and bodies . . .

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Part 3: Working it Out

A good brew of coffee can do wonders for settling a lot of worries, or at least bringing some calm back to the room. Ava/Aidan was now in the kitchen with me, looking around at all the ornamental decorations that had overtaken a number of my hobbies. I wasn’t too happy about my train set being gone - or at least packed away somewhere - but some of my Star Wars collectibles no longer being around was at least a good bit of declutter. I’d gone a bit overboard during that sci-fi craze of the sequel trilogy. There was also a distinct lack of sporting equipment lying around, and that was probably a good thing since I never used it. Aidan remarked on each of these, all while telling me about her/his side of things, and how she/he had woken up similarly to me.

“So you had a strange dream too, then?” I asked, passing him a coffee. It was impossible to think of Ava/Aidan as a she now, really, given how much bigger and clearly manlier he was. The voice alone was impossible to reconcile with womanhood.

“Yep,” he said, taking a sip. I’d made him up some bacon and eggs too. He hadn’t eaten, having woken up later than me. “Some weird comet thing - that shooting star from last night - was circling about, only it was alive. I thought of it like some kind of entity, a magical being or whatnot that liked to grant wishes, only in that trickster Genie kind of way.”

“It was the same for me,” I replied, leaning over the table. I still wasn’t wearing a bra, so my boobs kind of ‘swayed’ a little as I did so. It left Aidan to smirk.

“You’ll have to get some support for those things.”

“Don’t start. I’m not used to them, and I’m not wearing a bra, I can tell you that.”

“Well, I’ve got a hefty bit of swing between my hairy legs right now that I don’t appreciate. Do guys always get stiff randomly like this?”

I shrugged. “From time to time. It can be a bit random. But it’s usually when something turns you on.”

Aidan scoffed. “I ain’t ready to have that conversation, lemme tell you. So we both had a dream about a weird magical being sort of watching us.”

“Yeah, and I think it changed other people too. I think a lady became a mermaid; big green tail and clamshell bra and all.”

“I don’t remember that, but I do remember some asswipe leech of a CEO wishing to have a nature site be all his - for some redevelopment of course, rat bastard - only he got turned into a damn deer. A female one at that.”

I smirked. “Doe.”

“Yep, a deer.”

“A female deer,” I continued.

“Ray, a drop of a golden - no let’s not get off topic. This is all too weird. Apparently I’m thirty one years old now.”

“I’m thirty, so I guess you got me beat in seniority, finally. My full name is Luna Hailey Gavins.”

My masculine friend huffed. “And I’ve gone from Ava Susanne Kensey to Aidan Stuart Kensey. All because of some magical shooting star that thought it was funny.”

I put my coffee down, a remembrance coming over me. “No,” I said. “Not just because it thought it was funny. Because we both made a wish. At least, I know I did. But in the dream, you made the wish too. The same one I did.”

Aidan’s eyes widened, and I could see some of Ava in them. “That’s right. Holy damn hell, I was thinking about that conversation you started before the Saturday Blitz began, about how you wished you had a different life; a new body and everything. And I guess I was feeling shit after drinking way too much, so when I flopped on the couch all groggy-like when I was dropped home, I wished out loud for that too. I was just feeling a bit worn out and lonely, and I was thinking about those photographs all around the room, and how they didn’t stir no passion in me anymore.” He gestured to himself. “And then I woke up like this, big dick and all.”

I raised my head from the table. “Big dick?”

Aidan gave an amused smirk. “Want to see it?”

“Ew, no. No more than you want to see my new tits.”

“I admit, I’m desperately curious, but then girls are nearly so precious about that kind of thing. You’ve got a good set, at least. C-cups, I’d guess.”

“Yeah, I have bras. C-cups, alright. Yippee for me. I’m still at the bank, at least.”

“That sucks. The reality change fairy star or whatever it was could at least have given you a fun job to make up for it. If it’s any consolation, I’m still into photography, though there’s some urban shots I know I never took before, at least not in this timeline.”

Silence stretched out between us. Funny how so much had changed, and yet all the same problems remained.

“Goddamn it,” I finally said, standing up and accidentally making my boobs jiggle again. “When I wished to have a new body and life, I didn’t mean like this! This is the kind of woman I might have been into, not one I wanted to be!”

“Hey, I’m in the same boat here, partner. I like a guy with a bit of muscle - maybe a little more than this, though I’ve got the height - but I don’t want a dick swinging between my legs. And while they weren’t great, I was rather attached to my tits - literally!”

I sagged back down, my butt providing extra padding when I sat. It was weirdly comforting. 

“What the hell do we do, Ava?”

“Have you tried wishing to be a man again?”

I sighed. “Tons. And with lots of pleading and rewording and begging. There’s a reason I had to go to the bathroom for quite a while before, all these dumb female emotions were getting to me as I wished. I even prayed, for God’s sake.”

“Funny that you mention emotion, mine feels turned down. Not dull or anything, it’s hard to describe. It’s like I have this need to act. Actually, that makes me think of something . . .”

Aidan, or Ava, or however I thought of the man opposite me, pulled out his phone and began typing.

“Sorry, not used to larger fingers. Gimme a tick.”

I drank my coffee and waited him out. I still wasn’t used to the sensation of my chest heaving up and down with each breath, raising and lowering my breasts. I pushed some of my hair behind my ears. It was wavier than expected, and while Aidan had said it looked good - especially the dark brown colouring - I really just wanted to give it the chop.

My mind wandered, fearful that this could be permanent. Would I have to live as Luna for the rest of my life now? What would that even mean? Certainly, I’d have to expect a monthly visitor. Dear God, I was actually going to experience periods, wasn’t I? And what about men now? As a guy, I’d been pretty much immune to creeps, but there was no way that I wouldn’t get catcalled or something with hips like these and a nice pair of breasts. There was no denying that I was beautiful. And what about relationships? Was I just a lesbian now? Surely I had to be, there was no way I was getting attracted to guys. Especially since, presumably, this body could get knocked up. 

That thought spun wildly around in my head. What would that even be like, to grow a life inside me? It was as repulsive and terrifying as it was strangely . . . intriguing to me. I had wanted kids, once, and now this body could actually provide them. If I was a woman forever, would I actually ever dare to take that step and-”

“Found it! And it’s good news! Yes! Look at this!”

I was pulled from my frankly bizarre thoughts by Ava’s exclamations. The new man rose and plonked himself down next to me, placing his smartphone between us. It was a meteorological article that he had up for me to read. 

Unexpected Comet Illuminated Eastern Seaboard, it read. Below it was a summary of the fascinating phenomenon, and numerous attached social media posts from people on the street and even celebrities, along with commentary from astronomers about its trajectory.

“So it was real,” I said. “Only we and a few others like that mermaid - and good luck finding her - know that it’s a magical entity of some sort. How does this help us?”

Aidan grinned and scrolled down further. “Because read this,” he said.

I did, and slowly I began to realise why he was starting to look hopeful.

While the comet, which has been dubbed Kallen’s Comet after the first astronomer to spot its unanticipated arrival, has gone for now, those who missed it can rejoice. According to that same discoverer, Professor Abigail Kallen, we are going to bear witness to an extremely rare and exciting event. The current trajectory of the comet, matched with its present speed, will result in it slingshotting around our sun and passing over Earth a second time. Because of the nature of the slingshot and the comet’s slower speed, the actual course of the comet will take a wide arc. To put it simply, any astronomical enthusiasts or simply those that wish to see the impressive comet can do so again . . . in almost exactly three months time. We’ll have a better idea of when as we get closer to the date and more information comes in, but Professor Kallen and her team estimate that in approximately 90 days we will not only see the comet again, but witness it take a reverse course out of our system.

Victory seized me. I balled my little fist and cheered, once more causing my chest to stir. “Yes! Aidan - I mean Ava - do you know what this means?”

The man chuckled. It was a nice sound, actually. “I can sure guess,” he said, “given that I was the one to share the article with you.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. But this means we might not have to stay in these ridiculous new lives and bodies! We can make a wish again, as soon as the comet passes back over us. We can plead with that magical entity thing to change us back.”

“That’s the plan,” he said. “Only . . . three months.”

That was the sticking point. “Yeah, three months. That’s . . . somehow still longer than I expected.”

“And we don’t even know if wishing when it comes back will change us back.”

“It has to,” I said. “I’m not staying as a chick for the rest of my life. No offence.”

“None taken. I’ve long held the opinion that men couldn’t handle it.”

“Shit!”

He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Three months,” I repeated. “Three damn months before even a chance of turning back. You know what this means? I’ve got to go through three damn periods, Ava!”

There was a slight pause, and then, much to my surprise, my formerly female friend suddenly burst out laughing, a big belly cackle that rumbled out of him and echoed through the room.

“What? Hey, what’s so funny?”

He wiped a tear from his eye, calming down. “Oh, nothing! Just that I’m starting to think there might be some benefits to this whole gender swap thing. I could do without periods for a quarter of the year. And being taller and stronger.”

I folded my arms beneath my chest.

“And what do I get out of it?”

He smirked again, raising his coffee to his lips. “Well, honey, we might have to teach you the finer points of makeup.”

My jaw fell, and only a faint, feminine gasp escaped my mouth.

Aidan began laughing all over again.

“I’m glad someone’s enjoying this,” I said.

To Be Continued . . .