"Mulder?" Scully gasped, not believing her own eyes.

"Yes, it's me," the naked woman answered. "Am I allowed to talk now?"

"Yeah…" Scully heard herself speaking. It wasn't real. It was nothing but a dream. Bad dream. She would wake up at any moment and this… This… This tall female perfection, this younger version of Teena Mulder with Samantha's long curly hair, this… This will be gone. Forgotten. Never had happened…

The woman looked down on herself, took her breasts in her hands, then looked at Scully again. "Scully… What the hell?!"

"I…" Scully tried to speak, but her voice wasn't working anymore. She wanted to apologize, but had no idea where to start. It was insane. Her brain burned out for a second and all she could think about were those boobs.

He had bigger breasts than she did. Of course he would!

"Scully!" The Mulder woman demanded her attention. Taking a deep breath, Scully finally pulled herself together and turned around, knowing very well that the person responsible for this mess was no longer standing at the door. Genia had disappeared without a trace, just like she appeared earlier.

"It was my last wish," Scully turned back to Mulder, staring at his breasts again. Maybe it was rude, but she didn't have the courage to look him (her) in the eyes.

"No kidding." Mulder was not amused.

"What was I supposed to say?" Scully snapped, feeling desperate. "If I wished for a male human, she would turn you into a little boy. If I specified your age, you would come back black or Asian. If I insisted on your proper race, she would make you disabled! Don't you get it, Mulder? There's no way to win with her! Nothing I asked for would work like it's supposed to!"

"You could've wished to undo your first wish," Mulder suggested.

Scully closed her eyes and pressed her hands to the sides of her head. She was starting to feel dizzy. And stupid. Incredibly stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Why did you wait until now to tell me that?" she accused him (her).

"Because you wished away my ability to speak, remember?" Mulder was getting furious as well. (S)he was a naked female wearing a dog's collar and smelling like a dog's shampoo, all because his partner refused to believe in genies and take the wishes seriously! (S)he should have been the one to unroll Genia, then they wouldn't now be in this mess!

"I think I'm going to be sick," Scully announced and rushed to the bathroom. Left alone, Mulder concentrated his (her) attention on her (his?) breasts. They were not half bad, (s)he concluded contentedly, shifting her (yes, her!) focus on a somewhat lower area. (S)he wondered how to pee with that. Just sit and it comes? While (s)he's down there, how would it feel to…?

The sound of Scully's retching brought the experiment to abrupt end and Mulder hurried to check on her. (S)he found her on her knees, hugging the toilet and catching her breath.

"Are you all right?" (s)he asked.

"Yeah," Scully offered a weak smile. "It's just from the stress…"

"I know. Having a female partner is never easy," Mulder joked, trying to cheer her up. "You get used to it, though."

(S)he crouched next to her and gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear. "What can I do to help?"

"You could get dressed, for a start," Scully suggested, slowly getting up.

"Dress in what?" Mulder wondered. "Do you have anything my size?"

"I have your sweatpants and T-shirt," Scully informed him. "Bedroom dresser, top drawer."

Mulder nodded and went to search for clothes. (S)he found it quickly, but was reluctant to wear it. (S)he didn't have enough… stuff to fill that underwear. There was no bra, and Mulder knew exactly what seeing a braless woman does to men; (s)he didn't want to be seen like that.

Being a woman wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when you've been a dog for a while.

"Mulder?" Scully followed him, but kept a safe distance. "Stop staring at your breasts and put on the damn shirt."

"This is all too weird," Mulder admitted. "I feel like I should wake up, but I'm not even sleeping."

"I know," Scully nodded, feeling exactly the same. "I'm sorry, Mulder, I can't tell you how much. This is all my fault."

She wasn't able to suppress the tears, so she quickly left the bedroom. Finally managing to apologize didn't make her feel any better. She didn't get her partner back, and she just lost her dog, a dog that was never meant to be, but she grew to love him nonetheless. She loved the man that wasn't a man anymore, a dog that wasn't a real animal, a daughter that wasn't a real child… Was there anything still real in her sorry excuse of a life?

Mulder quickly finished dressing and went after Scully, finding her quietly sobbing on the couch.

"It's not your fault, Scully. It's mine," (s)he said gently. "You wanted to give up your wishes, but I forced you to use them. This all started because I wanted to prove a point and I guess I… did. I don't blame you for anything."

Scully didn't respond, she just started to sob harder. She would have felt better if he yelled at her, if he got mad and furious. This kindness and forgiveness was too much to handle. She didn't deserve it, and while Mulder was often a pain in the ass, he certainly didn't deserve what happened to him.

"We'll get through this," Mulder assured her, sitting next to her. "We always do."

Scully nodded and tried to wipe her tears. If there was a way to fix this, she would find it. She had to. She may have used her last wish, but she still had her work. She still had her partner. She still had herself.

"We will," she smiled, finally meeting the new woman's gaze. Everything else may have been different, but those eyes stayed the same, just as loyal and stubborn as ever. Those eyes were still the source of her strength.

"Besides," Mulder squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It could have been worse."

"How?" Scully wondered.

"You could have wished for your own desk."