Wally awoke one morning in a lazy fit. He had not slept well, but could not fathom the source of his nightly discomfort. It left him still dreadfully tired, and he looked forward to another few hours of rest before rousing himself. Upon shifting in his sheets, he felt pressure upon his chest and rolled to relieve it, grabbing his newly formed breast as he did. He sighed in relief, massaging the soreness away.

Suddenly, he bolted upright and looked down to find a very feminine form meeting his gaze.

"Ah...! What is happening? Who am I? Why am I here? What is the purpose of this?" he said to himself.

His mind raced over the events of last night, but he could not understand how such a thing had happened or why.

Across the small apartment, in an adjoining bedroom, Peter rolled over as well and made the same discovery. He looked down and saw the sight of two perky breasts protruding from his chest along with a fair figure. He pulled his boxer strap out to inspect between his legs. Sure enough, it was gone.

"On no, not again."

And he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Elsewhere...

"This isn't working! I'm still a man! Okay, just turn it off! Just turn off the Drive will you?" Arthur exclaimed.

"Very well," Marvin sighed in an utterly depressed tone.