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"Y'know, most people tend not to shout thier kinks from the bar top." Cause hey, a like for trannies is cool and all, but, really, use the internet.

"It's not a kink, it's the antidote!"

Funny, Molly's breasts don't seem nearly so photo-worthy now that Tucker's got a set of her own.

Molly would be heart broken. Except, probably not. "Why do you need an antidote? did someone feed you poison?"

"The antidote for this!" She gestures at her own body. "For these!" A slightly more specific gesture.

Molly glances at Tucker, then down at herself, then back up at Tucker. "You've got back problems too?"

"I don't want to stay this way long enough to find out." She grins. "Besides, I'd rather be able to enjoy that photo shoot you promised me.

"Photo-" She rubs her eyes, staring at him again. No way, it couldn't be- "Tucker?"

Tucker nods in acknowledgement. "'Sup, Moll? And it's Tina, until I get someone who's swapped the other way to kiss me."

"Molly. A Moll is a brainless girl who hangs off a gangsters arm." What? She's from Chicago, you learn this stuff in history. "So, you have to kiss a boy?"

"A boy who used to be a girl, yeah. The antidote's not really the kiss, it's the saliva, but it sounds gross when you say it that way."

"Thank god it's only that!" It could be so much worse Tucker, it really could. "So, why'd you turn yourself intoa girl?"

Oh, Tucker's got no complaints about the cure procedure.

"Because the bowl was labeled 'Free Mints'." She is glowering. Can you blame her?

"How stupid do you have to be to fall for- Oh, sorry." She offers a cute smile.

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I nervously raise a hand so the outgoing girl on Bar can see me.

Seriously, the sooner this is over? The better.

Hmm. A little younger than she was hoping for, but she's not really in a position to be choosy. Not that he ever is.

"Thank you, folks, you've been a great audience!" She hops down and pats the bartop a couple times. "Sorry about that." Then she heads over to meet her new special friend.

She looks only a little older than me, but I'm not complaining. It's either her or somebody who's way older, and this is going to be awkward enough as it is.

Does it count as a first kiss if you're not in your own body?

"Hi," I say, smiling a little. She is cute. "I'm Cassie."

"Tucker." He's got a nice smile. This genderswap business isn't all bad. It certainly gives Tucker a more valid excuse than usual, and apparently more successful. And since the reversal should happen mid-smooch, it's like two kisses for the price of one!

"You know how this works?" she asks with a slight grin.

"That I'm a boy when I should be a girl, or the kissing?" I ask, nervous smile on my face.

It's kind of a 'no' to both.

"Well, for the first part, I guess you know it was the mints? The second part's the cure."

"Yeah, I know it was the mints. The how and why are what I don't get." Stupid mints.

I nod. "I saw the sign, and...yeah, I've never kissed anyone before," I admit, suddenly finding my shoes fascinating.

"Some kinda chemical. Why, I don't know."

Neither has Tucker, not that she'll admit that. Anyway, it's not like he hasn't practiced... on his hand... "Well, I'm always available for training," says Tucker the Generous.

I look up, a little confused before I get what she's saying.

One kiss will be more than enough for me, but I don't want to hurt her feelings. Maybe if I play dumb?

"You mean kissing is usually the cure for when stuff like this happens?"

Oh, Tucker's feelings are quite resilient.

"I don't think so. Someone said last time the cure was a cookie."

A cookie? And I get stuck with the kissing cure. *sigh*

"But...why would I need kissing training, then?"

Ah, but at least you know who you are.

Tucker raises an eyebrow at him. Oh, what a difference a couple of years make. "Forget it. Call me up when your teen hormones kick in. Come on, let's do this thing."

She leans forward and puckers.