Tank and P.L. spent most of the rest of the day engaged in carnal pursuits. Fr Tank, it was like a dream come true. Not only was P.L. throwing herself at him, it was like she knew what he wanted her to do before he did. As for P.L., she was ecstatic - it was like just being in Tank's presence was a drug for her. She had no recollection of anyone named Chris, or Narayanne, or of anything or anyone from before that morning. But she didn't care - Tank was all that mattered. When they finally fell asleep, exhausted, at about midnight, they were mutually satisfied.
Then, at about 4:30, P.L. felt Tank jabbing her harshly in the ribs. "C'mon," he said roughly. "Up, out, go, get!"
"Tank? Honey, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that you're still here! Now c'mon, get up and beat it!"
"What?! But - but Why?"
"Whataya mean, 'why'?" he asked in exasperation. "I got a life to live here, and I can't have you hanging around screwing it all up!"
"But - but -" she pleaded, "But what about yesterday?"
"Look, babe, I had a swell time. It was great. But that's still yesterday. Look, just get dressed and get out, okay?"
P.L. was hurt and confused and near tears, but she morosely got up and got dressed. AS she left, she turned back to Tank. "Will you - will you call me at least?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure, whatever. Just - go on, okay?"
"O-okay," she said, her voice quavering. "Guh-goodbye, Tank."
As she left, Tank shook his head, wondering why he'd treated P.L. so shabbily - it wasn't like him at all. He started to get up and go after her, but he was overcome with a sudden wave of exhaustion and fell back into the bed, sound asleep. The next day at the restaurant, he'd tell everyone he'd had a 24-hour bug - and he'd describe to some of his friends the incredibly erotic dreams he'd had, never remembering they'd really happened.
P.L. ran towards her apartment, tears of devastation rolling down her face. Why did he throw me out like that? she wondered miserably, barely able to get the key in the door. I thought we had something special! He loved me - I know he did! How could he just - just use me and throw me away like that?
Racing to the bathroom, she tore her clothes off and threw herself into the shower, now sobbing violently. "How could he?" she wailed. "How could he! I feel so - so used!"
As she said it, she gasped. She watched in shock as her breasts began to shrink, and hair (and other things) sprouted. The return trip took place in real time, and within a minute, P.L. had been replaced by Chris.
Chris shook his head - then it all came back to him. He'd just knocked Tank Reynolds down with his car, then he'd turned into a girl and gone up to Tank's place, where they'd - they'd...
Now Chris threw himself out of the shower, where he quickly emptied his stomach into the toilet. He remembered everything that he'd done as P.L. - and even worse, he remembered how she'd - he'd felt, rushing home after Tank had so callously dumped him.
"What the hell is going on around here?" he breathed heavily.
