Jimmy's my best friend. We do everything together. Share our deepest secrets. So when he wanted to mutate, stupidly I agreed, purchasing the contaminated seawater on e-bay. It worked. Sort of...

I didn't want to change sex. I imagined becoming powerful, like a cheetah, not this squeeky-voiced pipsqueak with titties all down my front. Poor Jim---whose desire to become female prompted our whole misadventure---is tall, dorky and male-er than ever. He's always getting his antlers tangled on things ........ But at least we didn't die. And I can FLY!

But we're really tired of all the Rocky and Bullwinkle jokes.

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~Sorry, I couldn't resist. I do so love these stories of yours. Hugs, Laika