"I'm a girl?!"

"Now's not the time..."

"Mmmhm..."

"Ugh..." Vinnie moans and groans as the morning light begins to filter through the room, nearly blinding him. A beautiful morning in 1983.

As he attempts to sit up, he feels a slight weight on his chest that'll either make him fall backwards or fall forwards. He starts feeling over his chest. Instead of feeling the patch of hair and the smooth pecks he knows in love, he feels d cup, perky breasts.

"What..."

He tries to make his way to the connecting bathroom but after he pulls the blanket off of his naked lower half, he feels a cool breeze rush passed his folds. He gasps at the breeze and finally makes it to the bathroom. As soon as he enters, he can only stare at the large mirror in horror. A mortified scream pierces the air, but not his usual scream, a girly scream. He pinches himself as hard as he can but only causing a sharp pain and leaving slight bruise.

(This can't be... Surely I'll wake up!) He thought, an unstable smile gracing his lip, soon fading as the realization hits him.

He can't help but stare at his hourglass figure, his slick and dripping folds. She lets out a breathy moan as a jolt of pleasure runs through her core.

"Now's not the fucking time for this..." She says to herself as she wraps a robe around herself, running towards the telephone and dialing Eric's number. Another voice finally heard on the other line.

"Hello?" Eric starts groggily, probably was sleeping not too long ago.

"Eric! You need to come here IMMEDIATELY!"

"Excuse me? Who are you?"

"Damnit, Eric, It's Vinnie!"

"You don't- Is this some sort of joke?"

"For the love of God, come here! Please!"

And with that, she slams the phone back on the hook and the line goes dead. Vinnie falls against the wall, clearly confused, even stressed out.

"What the fuck is going on...?"

A familiar jolt forming in her core, her clit throbbing with each second.

"Gee whiz... What is that?"

Goosebumps form all over her body as she throws her head back, nearly bumping the wall.

Now's not the time...

Now's not the time!

As much as she tries to ignore the arousal, she can't. Her fingers find their way to her inner thigh, suddenly being interrupted by a knock on the door.

(Fuck... I can't let anyone see me like this!)

First, she looks into the peephole, only to see the requested man outside. She reluctantly opens the door, the chain on the door keeping a fair distance from her and Eric outside.

"Hey, Vinnie- What the... Fuck."

Vinnie unhooks the chain and pulls Eric inside, immediately shutting the door behind him.

"Eric, I don't know what happened! Help me!"

Vinnie desperately tries to get Eric's attention but he can only stare in shock.

"We need to meet Paul and Gene at the studio."

"Eric, what are you saying?! I can't be seen like-"

"Now."

Eric puts a hood over his lovers head, keeping the robe tight against her and taking her to the car.

Nothing was said the whole ride to the studio.