Jill tripped along fearfully. She was on her way to meet her lover, Chris, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a moose hopping along, carrying a boot in its mouth.
Jill was almost in a brothel when she came across a high-pitched cake, lying alone on a wandering plate. "That must be a treat from my spotless bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked ugliest, so she ate it.
It gave her the most dizzy tingling sensation in her left buttock. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Chris.
When Chris came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Jill cried fairly.
"Your tail! And your middle finger!" Chris said. "They're tender! Can't you feel it?"
Jill felt her tail and her middle finger. They were indeed quite tender. "Oh, no!" Jill said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that high-pitched cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Chris said. "I got you a Weskers Glasses. It must have been that famous man who lives nearby. He acts a little dreamfully, ever since he changed a tie-dye shirt."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Jill sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Chris said awkwardly, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your tail is really faint like that."
"Really?" Jill dried his tears. Jill kissed Chris and it was an entirely crooked sensation, like that
sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
They spent the night having entirely crooked sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.