“Well it’s not like I can just go have sex with a girl to find out, now is it?” Summer knew his tone was sharp, but the whole situation was confusing and weird, and he wasn’t even sure how it had descended so quickly into lessons on sex as a male.
Part of him hoped, desperately, that the fantastically ramped up sex drive was just somehow part of the ill-thought-out wish that had somehow caused all this. Anything that had been appealing about Isaac before was now twice so, and had a lot more visible of an effect.
He regarded him warily at the tone but didn’t call him out on it, knowing that he had to be terrified and confused, yet aroused and possibly excited about this entire transformation and the events following it.
“Look,” he stated shortly, faltered, and then let his expression continue before he softened, “You need to tell me exactly what you want — preferably in detail, if you can. I won’t judge you and it’ll help me understand what’s going on, okay?”
“It’s not so much ‘want’ as just curiosity, okay? I always want to know things, you know that.” Summer ran his hands into his own hair and pulled on it. “As far as I can figure out, you’ve screwed me six ways from Sunday and it’s all been really good, and I don’t see how much of anything else is likely to be different just because this body is male. I mean, people aren’t going to /recognise/ me but that’s a whole other thing.”
He stared down his nude body, then glanced over at Isaac. “I guess the good thing is, I appear to be Isaac-sexual?”