Jon and Karl (normally Karyn) were halfway to the bus stop when Jon noticed his friend's gait had changed. Karl was walking sort of... bowlegged!
"Wait a minute," urged Karl after a few more steps.
"What's the matter?" Jon asked.
"Feel me. Is this what I think it is?" Karl responded.
"Feel you where? In your crotch?" Jon replied rather uncertainly.
"Yeah. I need you to tell me if this is what guys call a hard-on," Karl insisted.
"If your dick feels bigger and warmer and harder and fantastically better than usual, then yeah, it's a hard-on," Jon suggested.
"How would I know what's usual? This is all new to me," Karl stated in a rather loud voice. "Now feel me and tell me what you think."
"Oh good grief!" Jon exclaimed, but then he remembered how confused and unsure he'd felt the first few times he'd unexpectedly become female. He'd certainly needed help and advice on those occasions, and Karyn had usually been there for him. Now Karyn needed the same consideration from him, in reverse.
"All right," Jon finally agreed, and then he gently pressed his hand across Karl's firm and enlarged groin area.
"Yeah, you've definitely got a hard-on there. I guess it's quite a bit different from what girls feel, huh?" Jon reassured the girl he'd known since preschool.
"Oh, yeah, keep that up!" Karl insisted.
"I'm not into hand jobs with guys," Jon protested.
"Screw that today, huh?" Karl panted in a forceful tone of voice. "It's not like there's any girls to do it with today. Your silly dice game made sure of that. Guys still have sex drives in this world. I'm the living proof. So are you, I bet. Let's see."
Karl, at that point, began running his hand over Jon's crotch. Jon flinched as if stung by a bee.
"Jon! Yo Jon! It's me, Karyn, and I can't believe how horny I am. Relax, will you? Maybe you should close your eyes or something. Would that help?"
Jon did close his eyes, then Karl pulled Jon close, hugged him, and reminded him once again that he, Karl, was actually Karyn. Then Karl kissed him and Jon flinched again, hardening his lips. Jon did, however, keep his hand on Karl's crotch, as Karl did on Jon's.
"Jon, Jon, relax! In this world, I'm sure its normal for guys to make it with guys. Who else is there?" Karl insisted as he keep hugging and stroking Jon.
"You mean everyone's gay?" Jon mumbled.
"I'm not sure the words gay and straight have any meaning in world of one sex," Karl observed. "But you and me and everybody else must all be the same, no matter what you call it. Just enjoy it. Oooh! I think something just came out!"
"Yeah, we better move by the bushes over there and unzip," Jon gasped.
This they did and just in time, too. Karl's jeans, despite having a front pouch for his package, still had their original side zipper. Karl got them down in time, though, and managed to pull Jon's cock out past his zipper as well. As a result, although both guys got quite a bit on their hands and left more on their cocks, neither had to go home and change.
Karl and Jon watched each other curiously as they relaxed and recovered. "Why aren't you wearing underpants?" Jon asked Karl.
"You mean panties? I hardly ever wear panties. Just during my period, sometimes. You never noticed, huh? Is that a problem?" Karl replied.
Jon wasn't sure why that make him blush, but it did. "No, I was just looking for things we could use to clean up with. I've got my handkerchief, but I don't think that's enough for both of us. Uh, are you going to pull up those jeans?"
"Not while I'm still sloppy," Karl replied. "Anyway, it's not like some girl is going to see me and complain."
"I suppose not," Jon admitted but then, before he could zip up, he heard another voice from behind...
