Author's Note: This doesn't come from a specific prompt, it's just an idea that I had. I'm sure someone has thought of this before me, but since I didn't find it anywhere, there's no specific credit that goes to anyone. This is going to be a bit on the weird side, compared with the other chapters that I've written. Consider it Sci-Fi, I suppose? Fantasy? Anyway, suspend your disbelief and read, it should be amusing.

Tranformations

The tiny, elderly man sitting in PD looked entirely out of place. He wore a neatly tailored suit, dark purple, with a copper colored ascot and green leather shoes. His white beard curled neatly at the ends and his mustache was combed and groomed to curl as well. He wore a hat that looked a lot like a fedora, made of green velvet. He also had a cane, made of mahogany with a bronze grip.

His round, gold-rimmed sunglasses topped off the look. People walked by without acknowledging the man's presence, almost as if they didn't even realize he was there. Almost as if they couldn't see him at all.

Greg and Morgan were at PD, working on a case. They came out of an interrogation room, and Morgan said she needed to use the restroom, so Greg agreed to wait for her. He spotted the man immediately. Curious about his interesting appearance, Greg sat next to him.

"Hello!" Greg said cheerfully.

"Why, hello young man!" The elderly gentleman replied.

"What are you doing here, do you need help with anything?" Greg asked.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for someone. I don't need any help, but thank you." The old man smiled. No one else was in the hallway, so Greg wondered who he might be waiting for. He saw Morgan come out of the bathroom at the other end of the hall, but she got distracted by her phone.

"Actually, I might be able to help you." The elderly man said happily.

"Oh? With what?"

"I provide a unique service, you might say. I provide…for a certain kind of person… experiences they will never forget." He said.

"What kinds of experiences?" Greg asked, curious. The man held out his hand.

"Take this, and you shall discover it yourself."

Greg opened his hand and the old man deposited something smooth and oval shaped into his palm.

"What's this?" Greg wondered.

"Something you won't forget, but…it will only last 24hrs. Use your time wisely, my good man!" The elderly gentleman warned. Greg stared down at the object in fascination. He looked up to ask the man another question, when he realized that he was gone.

He looked up and down the hallway, confused. He wasn't anywhere to be seen! He stared back down at the object in his palm. It had a pearlescent sheen to it, and it gave off a soft glow. Greg held it up to his eye as the glow slowly became more intense.

The last thing he remembered was a warm, bright light, enveloping him in its warmth and Morgan's voice, calling out to him in shock.

~XXXXX~

Morgan couldn't figure out what Greg was doing. She put her phone away and stared at him. He looked like he was talking to someone, but there wasn't anyone there. He had something in his hand and brought it up to his face to look at it when a bright flash of light filled the hallway in all directions, temporarily blinding her.

Morgan covered her face and turned away from the source of light. It didn't burn. In fact, it was pleasantly warm. When the light faded enough for her to uncover her eyes, she couldn't see Greg. The place where Greg had been sitting was obscured by a white column of softly glowing light. Morgan stared at it in stunned silence.

She looked up and down the hallway. No one appeared. No one came rushing over to find out what just happened, where the light came from or anything. In fact, it seemed much to quiet, as if something was keeping everyone away. The column of light remained in the hallway, where Greg had been sitting. Or was still sitting? She couldn't tell.

Morgan jogged up to it and called out to Greg. She was surprised to hear a garbled answer.

"Morgan?" It didn't sound quite like Greg, it sounded strange. Morgan was afraid to touch the column, so she didn't.

"Are you okay?"

"Sure, I just… something's happening to me." Greg replied. His voice was even more garbled than a few moments ago.

"I…should go get help." Morgan said, hesitantly. No one had bothered to show up yet. It was the weirdest thing.

"No, stay here!" Greg's garbled voice replied. The column of light began to dim, slowly and Morgan backed away from it, but she didn't leave. She pulled out her phone to text Russell, Nick or anyone else, but was shocked to find that she had no service, no bars of reception.

"What?" She hissed, trying to make a call. It didn't go through. She glanced up at the column of light. It had to be the source of the glitch in her phone. The column started to retract from the ceiling, shrinking on itself. Morgan put her phone away and watched it slowly sink into the floor.

When it had completely disappeared, a strange fog that had gathered in the spot where it had been dissipated. Greg, or someone else, was curled up on the floor. She frowned at the person she saw before her. The person wore Greg's clothes, but the clearly did not fit; they were baggy and loose. The person had their face buried in their arm against the linoleum of the hallway.

"Greg?" Morgan asked, unsure. The person in front of her had long, beautiful wavy golden blonde hair. Longer than hers, in fact.

"Morgan?" The person on the floor replied. It sounded like Greg…but different. The voice was higher, softer.

"Greg, what happened?"

"I'm…I feel weird. This old man gave me something and said I only had 24hrs." Greg replied, face still buried in his arm. Morgan moved to stare at Greg's arm. It didn't look like his arm anymore. It was thin and delicate looking, with a feminine hand attached to it and manicured fingernails.

"Greg, let me see your face." Morgan said, an odd feeling of dread coming over her.

"I'm scared too." Greg replied.

"Greg, you can't stay on the floor." Morgan hissed.

"Fine." Greg replied, pushing himself off of the floor. The other arm looked the same. Greg held his hands out in front of him and made a strange noise.

"What?"

"I'm a girl." Greg said, his face turned away from hers.

"What?"

Greg covered his face and turned in her direction. He had bangs in his hair and it was stylishly curled, his hands were now feminine and when he stood up, she could see why the clothes didn't fit. The stretched across hips that had appeared that hadn't been there before and across breasts that now existed.

"Greg…?" Morgan looked up at him. Her? Greg was as tall as he'd been before transforming, so the hair and hands looked feminine, but she remained six feet tall.

"Greg!" Morgan said. Her hands lowered just enough for Morgan to see Greg's eyes. They were the same large, beautiful brown eyes as before, except…now they had long eyelashes attached to them, with a light layer of eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara and sculpted, arched eyebrows.

"Oh." Morgan said, panic rising in her chest.

"Let's go to the bathroom." Morgan said, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the girl's bathroom.

"The girl's bathroom?" Greg squeaked behind his hands.

"You look like a girl right now, so yes." Morgan said. "No one's in there."

She dragged Greg into the women's staff bathroom and locked the door. She pushed Greg in front of the mirror to see her eyes.

"Lower your hands, please?" Morgan pleaded. Greg slowly lowered his hands, revealing a beautiful face with straight, elegant nose and a wide, feminine mouth. He looked, Morgan thought jealously, like a supermodel.

Greg stared at his reflection in shock. "I'm a woman. How am I a woman?" He asked. He sounded like a woman, too.

"I don't know, but you said that guy told you it would only be for 24 hours, right?" Morgan said.

Greg sighed with relief. "Yes! That's what he said. Oh, crap, what about work?" They stood there and Greg made a face that reminded her so much of him normally, that it was strange seeing it on a woman.

"I'll call in sick for you, tell Russell you aren't feeling well and maybe you have a stomach bug. After that, we need to get you some clothes." Morgan said. "Don't worry, I have some clothes from my old roommate that might fit you."

"Uhh…" Greg made a face. "Okay." The left PD, stunned that no one noticed the transformation or asked questions.

~XXXXX~

(A/N: If you want to know what I used for inspiration for female Greg, look up a picture of Cameron Richardson and that'll give you an idea!)

Morgan took care of everything. She called in sick for Greg and told Russell she was taking him home. She used that time to drive to her own apartment and drag Greg up to her bedroom. Greg looked around curiously.

"You know, I always wanted to see you bedroom, but not under these circumstances." She smirked at Morgan suggestively, which was so strange. Morgan could see Greg in her face, but since it was still a woman's face, her feelings were conflicted.

"Perhaps once you're a man again you can see it again." Morgan said. Greg looked briefly confused and then sighed.

"So I guess that makes me a lesbian for 24 hours." Greg said. Morgan started digging through her closet for clothes. Her roommate that moved out had left a lot behind. She pulled some of it out for Greg.

"We need to give you a new name for 24 hours." Morgan said. They brainstormed names until Greg decided on Ingrid, after his cousin.

"Hey, you could take me to the lab and I could still help with the case, but you could just tell everyone I'm Greg's cousin visiting from Norway, Ingrid Sanders."

Morgan nodded. "That could work. I could get you a visitor pass. You'd just have to act like you don't know anyone, Ingrid."

"Right."

"Try these on." Morgan said, holding up a pair of clean underwear and a bra. Greg made a face at them.

"C'mon!" Morgan said. Greg peeled off his jacket and shoes, which did not fit at all. He took off his socks to reveal thin, feminine looking feet.

"You're a girl now, so seeing you naked isn't that big a deal." Morgan reminded him. Greg pulled off his shirt and Morgan handed him the bra. Greg couldn't figure out how to put it on by himself, so she hooked the clasps behind his back.

"This…isn't comfortable." He said, prodding the bra.

"No, they don't always feel great." Morgan agreed. Greg put on the underwear easily enough. Morgan caught him peering down into his underwear with a frown.

"What are you doing?!" She asked. Greg jumped.

"Missing my penis." She said. Morgan sputtered and laughed.

"Hey! You'd miss your parts if they were replaced with others. Temporarily." Greg insisted.

"Okay, put these pants on!" Greg ended up fitting into her roommate's clothes quite well. Morgan found that she was a little bit jealous of how great Greg looked as a woman. She gave him a nice pair of skinny jeans, which looked great with his new, long womanly legs, a nice blouse that fit well with his thin woman physique and even a small cardigan to go over it. She gave him a pair of sandals and stood back to stare at him.

"Well, Ingrid, you look good."

Greg studied his reflection in the mirror, both curious and confused.

"I'm attracted to the female version of myself." Greg said laughing.

"You ready to go back to the lab?" Morgan asked.

"I suppose…" Greg said.

"I have to pee." He looked horrified. "How do I pee?"

~XXXXX~

After a strange and long lesson on how to pee sitting down, Morgan and Ingrid made their way back to the lab.

"You know, peeing sitting down is actually less messy, even if it is weird." Greg said.

"Don't say that in front of anyone else." Morgan said immediately as she parked the Denali.

"Right! I'm a woman. I'm Ingrid. I always pee sitting down." Greg agreed. They got out of the car and went up to the lab. Morgan got Ingrid a visitor pass, explaining to the secretary that she was Greg's cousin visiting from Norway and that she wanted to see the lab.

"Oh, you're so beautiful!" The secretary said. "What do you do to get your hair to look like that?"

"Uhh…" Greg trailed off as Morgan grabbed his arm. "Secret family recipe!" Greg called out as Morgan dragged him away.

"Geez, I don't even know what pronouns to use with you." Morgan hissed.

"Feminine ones! I'm a woman until tomorrow." Greg hissed. "How am I supposed to answer questions like that?"

"I don't know." Morgan said. Greg followed her to the break room, where Finn and Sara stood. They stopped to stare at Greg.

"Hey guys! Uh, this… is Ingrid Sanders. She's Greg's cousin from Norway and since he didn't want her hanging around his apartment all day while he was sick, I offered to bring her here as a visitor." Morgan said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you!" Finn said brightly, shaking his hand. He shook Sara's hand too.

"Wow, you look like Greg. Sort of. If Greg were a girl." Sara said, studying his eyes.

"Oh, really? People tell us we look like siblings all the time. Twins, even." Greg said. Sara and Finn smiled.

"You do look as though you could be siblings." Finn agreed.

"Uhh, I need to check with Russell about the case. You'll be fine right here." Morgan said. Greg nodded and she left for his office.

"So, Ingrid, what do you do for a living? Let me guess… modeling!" Finn said. Greg frantically went through his memories, trying to remember what the real Ingrid did for a living.

"A little bit. I'm actually more of a historian." He said.

"Oh, that's interesting. Greg loves history, too." Sara said. Finn's phone beeped and she sighed.

"That'll be Xiomara, with our ballistics results." She said to Sara.

"It was nice meeting you!" Sara called out.

"Yeah, we should have girl's night!" Finn said brightly as they left the room. Greg went to get a cup of coffee, when he heard someone enter the break room.

"Uhh, who are you?" Greg turned to see Nick staring at him. A strange feeling came over him because now he realized that when he and Nick saw a pretty girl, and they gave them those looks that he knew the both of them got, that this is what it felt like…to be on the receiving end of that stare.

"I'm Ingrid Sanders, Greg's cousin from Norway. He was sick and I was staying with him. He didn't want me to catch what he has, so Morgan's been showing me around. Is it okay if I get coffee?"

"Yeah! That's fine. How come Greg never mentioned you before?" Nick asked, approaching him. Greg was taller than Nick as a man, and since whatever happened to him hadn't made him any shorter, Nick had to look up to see him.

"Probably slipped his mind. He and I don't talk all the time, but since I was going to be in Vegas I called him and he told me I could stay." Nick studied his face.

"You…look like him. It's kind of weird. Like, if Greg were a girl, he might look like you."

"People think we're twins when we walk around together." He replied, feeling more awkward.

"Obviously you're a lot prettier than he is." Nick said. Greg laughed, hoping it didn't sound strained.

"Thank you." Greg said.

"So, Nick have you…. Wow." Hodges and Henry appeared, but both came to a screeching halt and stared at Greg, who now felt even more uncomfortable. Is this what it feels like to women when I act that way? I hate this! He thought.

"Hello…. And who may you be?" Hodges asked with a curious smile. Nick introduced him as Ingrid, Greg's cousin from Norway. Henry studied his appearance and said the thing that everyone had been saying.

"You…. Look a lot like Greg. In fact, if Greg were a girl…." Henry began.

"You'd think that I would be how he would look." Greg finished with a smile at Henry.

"Yeah!" Henry agreed.

"No, Greg wouldn't be that pretty as a girl." Hodges said. Greg felt mildly insulted, but couldn't help the laugh that came out of his mouth.

"Oh, I don't know. I bet he'd be lovely as a woman. He's a rather handsome man, in my opinion." Greg said, realizing that he could chat himself up as much as he liked.

"It's funny, he never mentioned you before." Hodges said.

"Well, he's busy and I don't think I would come up in normal conversation." Greg replied.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Hodges asked. Henry gave Hodges a strange look and Nick rolled his eyes.

"No, I don't." Greg said honestly. Morgan reappeared in the room, thankfully.

"What are you three doing?" She asked.

"Flirting." Nick said, pointing at Hodges, who glared at him.

"Introducing ourselves." Henry explained.

"Well, don't harass Ingrid. Greg wouldn't be happy to know that you three are treating his cousin as if she were a piece of fresh meat." Morgan said, grabbing Greg/Ingrid's arm.

"Hey, if you don't have a boyfriend, we could go out sometime!" Hodges called. Greg laughed.

"I'm a lesbian, sorry!" He called back. The looks on Nick, Henry and Hodges' face was priceless.

~XXXXX~

"So, we have a problem." Morgan said to Greg, who was still giggling over his conversations with Nick, Hodges and Henry.

"What problem?"

"Finn and Sara want you to come on a girl's night out."

"So, tell them I can't. That I'm leaving on an early flight." Greg replied.

"They already planned it. Russell gave them permission to leave early since we're caught up on everything. He said to make sure we show you 'a nice time'." Morgan said.

"What?"

"So, yeah." Morgan said with an uncertain smile.

"I can't go on girl's night. I'm not really a girl." Greg hissed desperately.

"Well, it's not up to you…"Morgan started to say, but stopped when she heard someone approaching.

"Hey! Ingrid, are you ready for girl's night?" Finn asked excitedly, appearing from behind Greg. Sara followed her.

"Sure! I've never been to a girl's night in Vegas before, so it should be fun!" Greg said, doing his best to not sound absolutely terrified. Finn clapped her hands excitedly.

"Let's go!" She said. They took a cab to a bar that Greg had heard of, but never been too. It was Ladies Night, of course, and the bouncer let them all in, with a suggestive smile at Greg's legs.

"That bouncer stared at my legs." Greg said to Morgan with a frown.

"Get used to it." Morgan hissed. "You have long legs for a woman and men are going to look at them."

"I'm not attracted to men, I'm attracted to women." Greg said forcefully. Finn heard the last part of what Greg said.

"Oh, you're a lesbian?" They were at a table and Finn ordered them all beers.

"Uh, yeah." Greg said. Sara and Finn didn't seem bothered by this fact.

"What's your type? Of girl, I mean?" Finn wondered.

"Uh, well…. I don't know, Morgan's pretty cute. Except she's straight, so that wouldn't happen." Greg smiled and Morgan sputtered into her beer.

"What?"

"You should go out with Greg, he's pretty cute." He continued, taking a drink of beer. Morgan squinted up at him, pursing her lips together.

"You should." Finn agreed and Sara nodded. Greg perked up, seeing that they supported the idea.

"Greg's a great guy, very sweet." Sara said. "He asked me out once, a long time ago." Finn and Morgan stared at Sara in surprise.

"It was before I was ever with Gil! Don't look so surprised. He was adorable, but not really my type. I turned him down." Sara said, sounding wistful.

"You turned him down? Are you kidding? He looks like he'd be a lot of fun on a date. Adventurous." Finn said with a smile. Greg had to do everything in his power not to blush. Ingrid would have no reason to blush at this conversation!

"But you did think he was adorable?" Greg asked Sara, who nodded.

"He was wearing his hair in this Mohawk style thing with parts of it shaved off on the sides at the time. It actually looked really good on him, but I had the biggest crush on Gil at the time, so I didn't want to go on a date with him and make him think I would have wanted something out of it." Sara said.

"A Mohawk?" Finn and Morgan said incredulously at the same time.

"Yeah, I have a picture." Sara said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her photos. "Here!" She handed her phone to Morgan and Finn. Greg peeked over their shoulders to see. It was him and Sara, taking a selfie in the DNA lab. His shirt wasn't too ridiculous that day, but his hair was definitely in the style she'd described.

"How old was Greg in this picture?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, about twenty-six." Sara replied.

"He's a little hottie, I would have gone out with him." Finn said with a smile. Greg immediately hid his face behind his beer, chugging the rest.

"Yeah, he used to be into all sorts of weird stuff. I remember when he told Nick about liquid latex…." Sara said with a laugh.

"What?" Morgan and Finn asked. Greg suddenly felt as though he was committing some kind of cardinal sin by being here. Sara told them the story about Greg and Nick's conversation about liquid latex and how you could paint it on anyone or anything.

"If I remember Nick's words correctly, Greg claimed that you could paint it on yourself if you wanted, but that was only if you couldn't get a date and he wouldn't know what that felt like." Finn laughed.

"I told you he seems adventurous." Finn said to Morgan. "You two would be adorable together, and you'd have cute babies." Greg bit down on this inside of his mouth to prevent himself from responding or making a noise.

"I mean, if I didn't feel like I was poaching or cradle robbing a bit, I'd take a shot at him." Finn admitted. Sara and Morgan stared at her in surprise, and Greg coughed, almost choking on his beer. Morgan gave him a pat on the back and he smiled shakily.

"What? He is cute, you know. Not really my type, but I'd try it at least once." Finn said with a shrug. Sara laughed and Morgan smiled uncertainly.

"Don't worry, I won't move in on him. I think you and Greg should go out." Finn said firmly to Morgan. Sara nodded.

"She's right, you should."

Morgan looked up at him. "I'm sure Greg would love to go on a date with you." He said.

"Well, if he asks, I would say yes." Morgan said to him.

~XXXXX~

Ladies night proved to be more educational than Greg expected, and when it was over, they took a cab back to Morgan's place, where Greg collapsed in a heap on the couch and promptly fell asleep. Morgan threw a blanket over him/her and moved her hair out of the way before going to bed herself.

When Greg woke up the next morning, he felt odd. Then he looked down at himself. He was still a woman, but he had only a few hours left before he would be a man again. He stumbled into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was all crazy looking and the clothes he slept in wrinkled.

He went to the bathroom, washed his hands and face and since he had no toothbrush, he flossed and gargled with mouthwash. He found pain medicine in Morgan's medicine cabinet and took it for his headache. He stumbled over to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Morgan?"

He heard her move around and she opened the door, wearing a small cropped t-shirt and a pair of very tight fitting cotton shorts. Greg blinked in surprise and smiled.

"What? Oh!" She stared up and Greg/Ingrid, and then remembered that even though Greg was in a girl's body, he still felt his usual attractions.

"Are those your pajamas?" He asked.

"Yeah, uhh, hold on." She disappeared into her closet and came back out wearing jeans and a t-shirt, to Greg's great disappointment. She gave Greg new clothes too and he peeled off the others. They went out for food and thankfully, Greg didn't get as many stares as he had before, or perhaps he'd gotten used to it?

"So, you're going to say that Ingrid had to take care of something at home in Norway and she left." Greg said to Morgan over waffles.

"Agreed, and you can't act like you know any of the things you now know." Morgan said, pointing her fork at Ingrid/Greg's face. He nodded, shoving his long blonde hair behind him in annoyance. Morgan giggled and Ingrid gave him a mildly annoyed look.

"You have to admit this whole thing is pretty funny. I know you said there was an old man there, but I didn't see anyone." Morgan said.

"He had a white beard, okay? He was wearing a purple suit and a green velvet hat and he had a cane and he was there." Greg insisted.

"Sure. If you say so." Morgan said with a shrug. "But just so you know, this sounds like something out of Harry Potter."

Greg folded his arms over his chest and then frowned. "You know, boobs are annoying." He said with a contemplative air.

Morgan laughed. "Well, at least you didn't get your period." Greg made a horrified face.

"I never thought of that! Geez!"

"Well, you have only about five hours left of being a woman. Is there anything you want to do with those last five hours?" Morgan wondered.

"We could go to a club." Greg said. "Like a dance club, that would be fun."

"Greg! It's like 3am."

"So, we're in a Waffle House right now. I'm pretty sure those two women over there are transvestites and I only get to be a woman once, as far as I know, so why not?"

Morgan smiled. "Fine. A dance club it is!"

~XXXXX~

They arrived at a dance club, after yet another change of clothes. Greg had no idea how to dance as a woman and Morgan hadn't laughed that hard in years. When men started to get awkwardly close, though, she pulled Ingrid/Greg away from them.

"Hey! Hey, I'm dancing with her!" A guy yelled.

"I'm a lesbian, so not interested." Greg replied. "I wasn't dancing with you anyway." The guy leered at him.

"I could be talked into a three-way with you and your friend here." He said, pointing at Morgan.

"Excuse me?" Greg snarled, getting in the guy's face. "You don't speak to her that way!"

The man laughed at Ingrid/Greg. "What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?" He reached out and gave Ingrid/Greg's butt a slap. Morgan started to protest when Greg pulled his fist back and punched the guy in the face.

The guy let out a yelp and clutched his face in shock. "What the hell? You bitch!" He grabbed at Ingrid/Greg, but he jumped away from him.

"Time to go!" Greg said, grabbing Morgan's hand as they raced through the dance club, trying to dodge the dancing bodies and the angry man chasing after them.

"Here!" Greg said, they ran into a side room and closed the door. Morgan gasped, clutching her side. They ended up in a utility closet.

"You have two hours left." Morgan said, checking her phone for the time. "I don't think a dance club was a good idea."

"That guy grabbed my butt, I had a right to punch him." Greg said. "Three-way, what a disgusting blob."

"Well, thank you for coming to my defense. That was some punch!"

"Yeah, I broke a nail, too, it HURT." Greg said, holding out his hand. Morgan looked down at his cracked fingernail, bleeding.

"Let's just… go back to my place and relax." Morgan said.

"Sure, that sounds good." Greg agreed.

~XXXXX~

They managed to get back to Morgan's apartment without any further incident. Greg took a shower and changed back into his regular clothes, the ones he'd been in when he originally transformed. Morgan took a shower and changed into something comfortable.

She sat next to Greg on the couch and they watched a movie. In the middle of the movie, Morgan's phone beeped an alarm she'd set for the 24 hour mark. She looked up at Greg/Ingrid, who stared at the alarm.

"Your transformation back to a man should start any second." Morgan said.

"Yeah." Greg said. Light appeared at his feet and he stared down at it. The column rose up to swallow him whole. Morgan turned away from its brightness. When the light faded, she turned to look back at where Ingrid/Greg had been sitting.

Greg sat there, looking like himself again. He blinked and looked at her. He jumped up and raced to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked.

"Checking to make sure all my body parts are back the way they were!" Greg called from the bathroom. Morgan laughed. Greg returned moments later.

"Everything's back to normal." Greg said.

"Good." Morgan said, getting up and wrapping her arms around Greg.

"So, you want to go on a date?" Greg asked with a smile.

"Of course I would. I would also like to know more about liquid latex." She pulled his face close and kissed him.

Greg wrapped his arms around Morgan and deepened the kiss. "I feel sympathy for you now that I know what it feels like to be a woman, but let me just say….that I'm so glad that I get to be myself again." Greg said to her.

"Me too!" Morgan agreed as they kissed again.