You, Andrew Gaian, wake up on a sunny afternoon. Your head is throbbing, and you can't remember what happened last night.
Check to see if you've lost your penis
Did it roll under the bed?
Wonder if you've always had so much cleavage.
>Obviously this is a very Freudian dream. Since it's just a dream, you can go dance naked! Or punch children! Or do both at the same time.
>Did it roll under the bed?
No, It's not under the bed.
>Obviously this is a very Freudian dream. Since it's just a dream, you can go dance naked! Or punch children! Or do both at the same time.
Right. It's all just a dream, just a dream, just a dream, just a drea-
>Wonder if you've always had so much cleavage.
Cleavage? What clea-
Oh... OH. THAT cleavage. These weren't, er, there BEFORE.
....are they real?
Check.
> Free Boobies!!!
> Oh wait... WAIT. If you don't have a penis, and you have a cleavage, then WHAT replaced your Penis...
No current running adventures from now on to the eternity.
> Look around for clues to determine what the hell happened last night.
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>Check if boobs are real.
You never thought you would say this, but... yep, they are one hundred percent bona fide breasts. Female breasts.
>Oh wait... WAIT. If you don't have a penis, and you have a cleavage, then WHAT replaced your Penis...
That's... a pretty good question, actually...
>
>Look around for clues to determine what the hell happened last night.
Judging from all of the balloons and toys in your room, you must have been at the HARVEST FESTIVAL. Also judging from the bottles of booze strewn around in your room, you must have been pretty hammered. That would explain the splitting headache.
Due to last night's iScribble session, I feel somewhat responsible for this adventure. I'm not sure if I'm trying to take credit or apologise here. :|
How do I put together flatpack furniture? More importantly, why does it not fit back in the box? Allen key, you have once again disappointed me.
Here's a link. Click it to join before all the spots are taken. Maybe it's already too late? Quick! Before it's too late! Click it!
What the fuck is that lizard thing.
How do I put together flatpack furniture? More importantly, why does it not fit back in the box? Allen key, you have once again disappointed me.
Here's a link. Click it to join before all the spots are taken. Maybe it's already too late? Quick! Before it's too late! Click it!
>What the fuck is that lizard thing.
Oh, this? This is the god of fertility, of course! The whole village pitches in to build a huge wooden effigy of the god and burns it during the HARVEST FESTIVAL. It is *awesome*.
Speaking of fertility... now that you're a woman... That means...
Th-that means that... you can't... sire a-any... *SOB*
>But it means you can HAVE kids!
Complement those MANLY TEARS with a HEARTY SWIG from that bottle 'o booze.
(Avatar thanks to a very sharp windstorm.)
Andrew: Make a web comic on the Innanets.
Dress up that effigy, it's time for a tea party!
guys don't you think that it's posible that the fertility god was mad at the villige and took it out on this guy by making him female
now for an actual command
> suddenly feel the need to go spend money on shoes, clothes, make-up and female underwear. vow to beat up whoever did this to you because they also inplanted some natural female inpulses into you.