Julie was waiting, obviously more than a little worried. “Where have you been? Do you know how late it is?” Then she noticed that all of Jim’s makeup had been washed off. “My God. You slept with him didn’t you?”
Jim couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and between sobs told Julie how he had got drunk and lost control. She comforted him rocking him back and forth like a baby. “It’s alright, Jim. It’s over now.”
He was looking green and Julie helped him to the toilet where he threw up his expensive dinner. She went back to the hall and picked up his purse. She opened it and searched through the few items inside.
A few minutes later Jim staggered out looking utterly dejected. “How could I let him do that?”
“You have a new body with different drives you can’t control yet. It was my fault, not yours, it was a very stupid thing to do. I’m sorry.” Julie was quite for a few moments, then she held up the unopened packet of condoms. “Jim, I know this is distressing for you, but did he have his own condoms? You didn’t use yours.”
“Uh… no, he didn’t use condoms either, why?”
“Well, did he pull out before he came?” She asked insistently.
Jim thought back to the encounter. “No he didn’t. Why are you asking?” Suddenly he realised why she was asking. He was a woman now, with all a woman’s reproductive equipment.
“Oh my God, what have I done.” Jim said in a horrified whisper.
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