Don't stare at my...

— Well... Are you just gonna keep staring at my... — Francesco hesitated slightly, realizing how awkward this was about to sound — ...boobs? They’re not even that big, unlike your size...

He abruptly fell silent, realizing that he had just said that about his own tits, comparing them to Monica’s breasts. But she didn’t even seem to notice, still staring at him like she was mesmerized.

— Uh, sorry, Frankie, — she whispered, finally tearing her gaze away from Francesco’s chest and lifting her head to meet his eyes. He was shorter than her now, and he had to tilt his head back slightly to look her in the eyes. — It’s just so weird. You have really beautiful eyes...

— Are you serious?! — Francesco’s outraged voice rang out. — I’m the one who should be embarrassed here! I have tits!

— And I have a dick, by the way! — Monica shot back immediately, and they looked at each other before breaking into quiet giggles.

They had found that medallion a few weeks ago. Or rather, Francesco had found it and even tried using it on his own, accidentally turning into his father, whose clothes happened to be nearby. Panic, fear, horror... He had felt it all in that moment. But after a full day—just enough time for the medallion to recharge—he touched it again, along with one of his own belongings, and managed to return to his body.

That was when he decided to tell his best friend—and secret crush—Monica about his discovery. She had been skeptical at first but agreed to come over, mostly using it as an excuse to see him. However, when Francesco decided to prove it by transforming into his father right in front of her, Monica finally believed his story.

They spent the whole day together while waiting for the medallion to recharge, with Francesco explaining how he had figured it out and how he had turned back.

It was Monica’s idea to go to a thrift shop and try transforming into a completely unknown person, since Francesco had told her that touching his old clothes had helped him return to his real body.

One way or another, they eventually ended up in a small hotel room in a cheap motel, staring at a pile of random clothes that looked like a miniature Everest towering over the bed.

— Ready? — Monica finally sighed, speaking in a deep, unfamiliar voice as she walked up to Francesco, who was also feeling uneasy in his new body.

This had been Monica’s suggestion again, but Francesco had been thinking about it himself—turning into a girl seemed way more interesting than becoming just another guy. He actually liked Monica’s idea. So, after arguing with her just for show, he touched the crop top and the medallion. Right in front of his friend’s eyes, he started changing into some girl he had never seen before...

— I think this was a bad idea... — Francesco whispered, lowering his gaze to his chest, which now felt both incredibly heavy and overly sensitive. He blushed slightly, realizing that Monica’s new appearance was... attractive to him.

It was such a weird and confusing situation—standing in front of his best friend, who was now a guy, while also feeling drawn to her... or him. It was messing with his head.

— No! You look absolutely stunning, Frankie! — Monica argued, grabbing Francesco’s hands. Her voice was now a deep bass, and the hand holding Francesco’s was much larger than her real one had been. — I never could’ve imagined you’d be such a hottie! I’m sure guys—and even girls—will be all over you!

— Stop it! — Francesco practically yelled, trying to free himself from Monica’s grip. He could feel the heat rushing to his face, and at the same time, he felt his new breasts swell slightly. But that wasn’t the only thing—down in his new, feminine underwear, another part of him was also... swelling.

It was such a strange feeling...

— Sorry... — Monica shook her head, trying to push all these thoughts away. She was still holding Francesco’s hand, while at the same time feeling her dick growing in her pants, becoming aware of it again. It was such a strange experience—to feel a cock in your pants when it wasn’t even supposed to be yours...

— Holy shit... — she whispered, realizing she couldn’t bring herself to let go of Francesco’s hand. Her eyes drifted back to his cleavage, to his tits. — This is so weird...

— What’s weird? Why are you squeezing my hand like that? Come on, we were just... — Francesco trailed off, raising his eyes to Monica’s face. She was staring at his cleavage like she was hypnotized, her gaze resembling that of a starving dog. — Hey, what the hell?!

He tried to pull his hand free, but Monica’s grip was too strong. She didn’t even seem to notice his struggle.

— I need to touch them... — Monica whispered, leaning in slightly.

— What?! No! You had your own all your life, why the hell do you need to touch mine?! — Francesco snapped, trying to push himself away from his friend as much as possible. He pressed against the wall, feeling that if he didn’t break free, Monica would...

— I don’t give a shit! I wanna feel them! — Monica suddenly let go of his hand, and Francesco seized the chance to bolt out of the room into the motel hallway.

— Are you out of your damn mind?! — he shouted, feeling his tits bounce inside the crop top with every step. It was so weird and so unfamiliar.

— I just wanna touch them! — Monica chased after him into the hallway, while Francesco, in complete confusion, started running away. — Stop, Frankie! I’m not gonna hurt them!

— Don’t even think about it! There’s no way I’m letting you touch them! — Francesco yelled, his face burning red again. — I never should’ve agreed to your damn idea in the first place, you crazy bi—

Before he could finish, he slammed straight into a cop. The impact was hard and jarring, and from the look on the officer’s face, he hadn’t been expecting this either.

— Watch where the fuck you’re going! — the cop barked, stumbling back before dusting himself off and looking Francesco over. His gaze was sharp, almost like he was sniffing him out, before shifting his attention to Monica. — What the hell is going on here?

— Nothing, officer! — Monica suddenly shouted, stepping closer. — We were just arguing... It’s all good, sir! No problem at all!

— Yeah, I doubt that, considering a sexy girl like you is running like hell, and some dude’s chasing after you. — The cop gestured at Monica, giving her a once-over before narrowing his eyes. — Is he after you?!

— What? — Francesco was completely lost for a second, not even realizing what the guy meant. He turned to Monica, who looked right back at him, but said nothing. She clearly didn’t know how to respond either. — No, what are you talking about... she’s my friend, and—

— She? That’s a guy! — the cop interrupted, then, noticing how Francesco glanced at Monica, his suspicion only grew. — You think I’m an idiot? You two high or something? Give me your IDs—

— We need to go. — Monica whispered, grabbing Francesco’s hand before taking off toward the elevator, ignoring the cop’s shouts.

— What the fuck are you doing?! — Francesco yelled, struggling to keep up. As they ran, his tits bounced wildly, making his nipples ache from the movement.

— We don’t have IDs for these bodies, Frankie! — Monica shot back, shoving open the emergency exit next to the elevator. The heavy, solid door led to the stairwell. — If we end up at a police station, we’re so fucking screwed, so move your ass!

...

Two months later.

Frank—or as people now more often called her, Francine—stood leaning against the wall, looking at Monica, who now went by a different name—Michael, the one he had chosen for himself. They had managed to escape from that cop, but getting back to their hotel room had been a whole other problem. In fact, every attempt had failed, and at some point, they realized the medallion was lost for good—just like their past lives. But they had to keep going somehow, even though they didn’t even have any documents... Somehow, they managed.

— Well, Michael, — Francine practically spat out the name as she said it — Are we going or what? — she muttered in a monotone voice. — Hurry the fuck up, I don’t want Stanley making me work overtime because of you...

— Yeah, I’m coming... it’s just... — Michael stared at his reflection, adjusting his security guard uniform. — I still can’t get used to this body. It’s so fucking weird. I still feel like I’m the same person inside, but outside... — he gestured toward the mirror — this... me...

— Oh, seriously?! — Francine snapped. — You’re still whining? If anyone here has the right to bitch about this, it’s me—especially since I’m a fucking girl now and... — she glanced down at her breasts, pausing for a second before continuing. — ...and all the other shit! I’m working as an illegal waitress in some shitty-ass diner that you’re guarding! Every damn day, I have to deal with guys staring at my ass and tits and— — She cut herself off, realizing there was no point in going on. Michael had heard her complain about this plenty of times already, and while he understood her, things weren’t exactly easy for him either...

— Sorry, I didn’t mean to... — Michael turned to face his... now-girlfriend, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. — I know how hard this is for you, baby, but we have to—

— Don’t call me that... — Francine whispered as their faces leveled. They were so close she could feel his breath on her skin. — And I’m not little...

— But you’re my baby... — Michael murmured, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. His hand slid lower, grabbing a handful of her ass before pulling back slightly and adding — I just fucking love you.

— Shut up and kiss me, dumbass... — she whispered, closing her eyes and giving in to what she had long since stopped fighting the moment she became a girl. She melted into a deep, passionate kiss with Michael.

They both knew damn well that their new bodies felt like they were made for each other—and neither of them had tried to resist that for a long time now.