Fry set the mirror down and rose to his feet, still smiling idiotically. "This is so incredible," he gushed, marveling at the shape of his borrowed body. "I don't just look like a girl, I feel like one inside."

"Well, spluh," said Amy. "What did you expect?"

Leela and Fry stepped up to each other, and exchanged astonished looks. "So this is what a girl feels when she looks at me," said Fry. "No wonder I can't get a date."

"Just wait until we switch back, Fry," said Leela. "After a full month of weightlifting, Pilates, and spinach salad, you'll think you've moved into Charles Atlas. You'll have to file a restraining order against all the girls who want to date you."

"It's so kind of you to do that for me," said Fry. "I wish I had your generous nature…but no. Since I don't have to keep this body, I'm gonna party all night, every night, for thirty glorious days."

Leela glared indignantly. "You'd better not damage my body," she threatened, "or I may just decide to keep yours."

"No! You wouldn't dare!" exclaimed Fry.

"I want my girlish figure to be intact at the end of the month," said Leela. "Got that?"

Fry nodded reluctantly.

"I had a girlish figure once," said Zoidberg as he stuffed an angel food cake into his mouth.

Fry felt an odd, but surprisingly familiar, sensation. "I need to pee," he stated, hurrying toward the lavatory.

"You remember how to do it, don't you?" said Amy.


Bender, having given up on seeking help from his friends, rifled through the inventions in Farnsworth's lab. "There's gotta be a mega death beam, or something," he muttered. "I can't let the Robot Mafia take me down without a fight." The loud clatter of devices being tossed aside failed to awaken the professor's snoozing head.

Hidden behind a stack of circuit boards was a wheel-like object that Bender found intriguing. "A Frinkomatic body switcher," he observed. "I could try to switch bodies with the Donbot, if only I could get close enough to him. Hmm…I wonder what would happen if I switched bodies with myself?"

Overcome by curiosity, he gripped the metal ends of the device, and reality turned upside down.

He was in Elzar's restaurant, staring down at what appeared to be a menu. It was unlike any menu he had ever seen. "Bender Bender Bender," he read, starting at the top. "Bender Bender Bender Bender…"

A uniformed creature with four blue arms and a robotic head walked up to the table. "Bender Bender Bender," he uttered in a friendly tone.

"What the hell's going on?" the robot tried to say, but the words that came from his mouth were, "Bender Bender?"


"Let's move," ordered the Donbot.

Just as Joey and Clamps started to force open the doors to the Planet Express building, a well-known voice called to them from a distance. "Hey, losers! Get over here! My shiny metal ass won't bite itself!"

"What the…" stammered Clamps. "Bender? But I coulda sworn…"

"He's over there!" cried Joey, pointing at an alley across the street.

The Donbot clutched his gun case tightly, holding it shut as he raced to the other side of the street with his cronies. They reached the entrance to the alley, only to see an overfilled dumpster and a dead alien slumped against a wall, but no Bender.

"Where'd he disappear to?" the fat robot wondered.

Once again they heard the voice, this time from near the chain-link fence at the end of the alley. "Bender is great! The Robot Mafia sucks spark plugs!"

His patience exhausted, the Donbot yanked his tommy gun out of its case. "Fire blindly in all directions!" he commanded his henchmen.

"Excuse me," said Clamps, "did you say to clamp blindly in all directions? 'Cause that's what I heard."


Delta's sensitive robot ears detected the sound of gunfire from half a block away. It concerned her, but the apron-clad fembot had a more urgent matter to attend to—someone had just flushed the toilet.

Her wedge-shaped feet made a clipping sound as she minced in the direction of the washroom. The door opened and Fry stepped out, her cheeks red from blushing. "I hope the lavatory is clean enough to please you, Captain Leela," she said meekly.

"I'm not Leela," the cyclops told her. "I'm Fry. Leela and I switched bodies by accident."

Delta peered carefully at her, then looked into the washroom. "Well, that explains why the toilet seat's still up," she said.

"Oops," said Fry, embarrassed. "I'm a girl now, and I still forget."

Bender approached them, his gait unsteady, his pupils spinning, the Frinkomatic device still in his hands. "Bender…Bender Bender…Bender…" he mumbled.

"What's wrong, Bender?" asked Fry.

The dazed robot answered simply, "Bender Bender Bender."

"I have no idea what you're trying to say to me," said the one-eyed girl.

"Oh, my," said Delta. "That contraption must be interfering with his positronic thought processes."

She reached forward to pull the Frinkomatic from Bender's hands, but Fry jumped between them. "Don't touch it!" he yelled.

"Why not?" said the confused Delta.

Bender succeeded in prying one of his hands from the electronic wheel. "Because it's a body switcher," he said, regaining his composure. "And when I told you I wanted your body, that's not what I meant."

"A body switcher," mused Delta. "How interesting." Turning to Fry, she inquired, "Is that how you and Leela exchanged physical forms?"

"Yes," Fry replied. Catching himself, he added, "Uh, I mean, er, ah, Wednesday."

"Oh, I get it," said Bender suspiciously. "You accidentally switched it on, then you accidentally picked it up at the same time, which caused you to accidentally switch bodies."

"Pretty much, yeah," said Fry.

"Okay," said Bender. "Just so we're on the same page."

Minutes later, Leela walked into the lounge to find Fry relaxing on the couch, his hand dipped into a bag of potato chips. "Hey, Fry," said the young redhead. "Why are you wasting your time here? You should be out and about, exploring your new female self."

"I am exploring it," was Fry's response. "Potato chips don't taste any different. The Fox network still sucks. The Lifetime network's gotten better, though."

Leela looked up at the new TV they had purchased after the destruction of the old one. A message flashed on the screen: "Viewer discretion is advised. If you have any discretion at all, you'll change the channel now. You are watching Fox."

She lazily plopped down next to Fry. "I'll exercise later," she said with a sigh. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."

The body-switched pair sat in silence, watching the lively shapes and colors on the TV screen.

"I looked at your weiner," said Leela.

"Don't kill yourself," said Fry.

"Leela, darling," a voice uttered. The moment they were dreading had arrived. Foss stood in the lounge, his standard smock replaced by a Hawaiian silk shirt.

"Hey, Foss," said Fry glibly.

"Hi, sweetie," said Leela. "Before you kiss me, you should know that…"

His words fell on deaf ears, attached to the same head as the lips that were fondly pressing against Fry's.


To be continued