Peter's apartment, Saturday night

This morning, Peter had really thrown his hands up and the towel in. He could change shape the same as always, but whenever he stopped thinking about it, it was like he defaulted to female.

So fine, island, you won. That didn't mean he wasn't going to have pizza, beer, and movie night.

It just meant he was wishing a bit more than usual that the beer did anything for him.


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