Dave/Chris: Not as much of a man anymore

I was woken this morning by a young woman. Frantic, with a wild look in her eye. She was yelling "Dave, is that you? What the fuck is going on?" I'd never seen her before in my life, and she certainly wasn't one of the ladies we'd spent the evening with the night before. She was wearing Shane's t-shirt, but he didn't seem to be in the room. I sat up and things seemed a little off. I was a lot skinnier than I should have been. I wasn't exactly fat, well maybe a little overweight, but now I felt like I'd lost half my weight. I pulled the drawstring of my shorts tight so they wouldn't fall off and stood up. I was definitely shorter as well - where I'd been close to 6 foot, I was probably about 5"6 now and I was pretty much at eye level with this woman. She said: "It's me, Shane". I must have looked at her like she was crazy, so she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bathroom. I saw a stranger's face in the mirror, a man, but definitely not me. He was a lot younger than me, probably in his early 20s, although I'm never good at judging ages. He had a beard, but it was a lot less dense than the one I had for years. The face was quite boyish looking. At least my receding hairline looked like it had been fixed, although the hair was much darker than the light brown it had been.

 

I could hear some commotion in other rooms, muffled screams, and yelling. It sounded like we weren't the only ones affected by whatever happened to us. Not knowing what else to do, I looked through the room for clues. I don't know how we hadn't seen it when we got into our rooms, but there were 2 suitcases and a letter in the closet.

 

The letter briefly described that we were staying in a cursed inn and we were expected to live as them until next year. I'm now in the body of Chris (28) and Shane is Sylvia (26), a couple from San Francisco who own a small cafe, which we're apparently supposed to run now. More information about these people and their work was available on their cell phones and laptop..

 

We looked through the suitcases and apart from clothes for our new bodies and the laptop, there were a number of sex toys. Strap-ons, dildos, etc. It looked like this couple were into some kinky stuff. I'm pretty sure we aren't using any of it. I'm not having sex with Shane - it would be way too weird.

 

At some point, I needed to pee, so went to the bathroom, and when I took my shorts off, I screamed. My penis was gone, and I had what looked like a pussy. I had been awake for at least an hour and hadn't noticed. I couldn't understand how I couldn't - I mean, I've always had one, and I would have thought it would be the first thing I'd notice, but I guess there were so many other changes. Shane came to the door and asked what was wrong. I told him to go away and sat on the toilet and did my business, which felt odd and wrong. I took off the top I'd slept in, which was way too big for me now and saw nipples that looked slightly too big, and small surgical scars on my chest. 

 

When I got back to the bedroom, Shane was sitting on the bed and asked what was wrong. I wanted to tell him, but it was too much, so I told him "Nothing, I just freaked out for a sec". He seemed a lot calmer than me, even though his changes were even more than mine. I at least still looked like a man, while he looked like a young woman. Her hair halfway down her back, average sized breasts, pretty face. Shane was always a lot more laid back than me, and he obviously still had that trait. We sat there for a while, not really saying very much, and trying to get over the shock. It was Shane who started talking about the logistics of going across the country to these people's lives. We managed to book a flight for later that day, and looked on Google maps to see where we live and where the cafe is.

Now we have to go to place neither of us have ever been, work in a job we know nothing about, and pretend we're in a relationship together.

 

Oh and we both have to do it without our penises...