"I was a fucking boy when I went to sleep. We both know it." He growled but it came out sounding..wrong. Isaac slammed the glass down and looked down at his body. Breasts, private areas, and curves. He swore eloquently as he scrubbed a hand over his face.
"I have no fucking idea what's going on but this isn't fucking funny." He stomped across the room and flopped on the bed. "There must be a spell to fix this." He looked at Marcus. "Fucking try Finite Incantatem.. or something." He was panicking, ready to do something drastic. His blue gaze met Marcus's and he begged him to help.