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Toffee looked at his right hand's severed finger. "That spell ruined my hand," he thought. He looked at a map, wondering where to conquer. "What's this Egypsia crap," he thought. His brain suddenly gave an idea for his plans. "First this weak place, then the world," he yelled. With a lack of troops, Toffee had to carefully plan this out. "Hmm, it says here that a man named Mark Krieg has been considered the nation's superhero, as he saved his family from groups like the Taboo Market Industry," he said. Toffee looked at his teleporter that could easily get him to Egypsia. "I must restore my right hand to its original condition," he thought. Toffee looked at his weaponry, considering what to bring. "A bit of bloodshed will be essential, so I will pack for war," he quietly said to himself.

Later that Day...

When Toffee completed the teleporting, he scouted the area to see if guards were near. "Hmm, it look likes I'll be safe for a bit," he thought. He saw the door to a laboratory, wondering if he'll get caught. Luckily, in Toffee's case, he was armed if someone tried capturing him. "It won't take long," he thought. His facial expression changed as he saw the doorknob rotating. "I've got to hide," he thought. He got an invisibility berry and took a bite. When the door finally opened, he saw a human scientist walk out. Toffee accidentally bumped into the person, who was dumbfounded by the bump. "Unusual," the scientist said to herself. Toffee sneaked into the building, ready to start conquering the labs first. His first part was stealing anything he could use for net gains; the first item was a double-collared collar with some buttons on it, provoking curiosity as he stole it from a drawer of low-population inventions that were made in the labs. "What the heck is this pink-bluish collar," he thought. He snatched it and teleported back to his home.

The Next Morning...

Ginger looked in a drawer to check the inventions. "Hmm, I see my spy pen in there, but I can't find my Gend-Bend invention here, even though I have already made ten of them," she thought. She texted Mark the news, alerting him to teleport to the office in the lab. "Thank God you got here instantly," Ginger told him. Mark's facial expression was one that portrayed slight confusion. "Gin, I got the code from you, so I am here to help," he said. Ginger sighed as Mark attempted to calm her down with a hug. "Thank you, but someone stole my invention: Gend-Bend Model 7," she said. Mark shook his head as Ginger reminded him about a gender-bending accident. "I remembered when you became a male," he said. Ginger blushed with memories of when she gender-bent herself, particularly by accident. "I loved having a cock to masturbate with my hands," she said. Mark sighed as she hugged him. "It felt weird having a transgender spouse," he said. Ginger looked with a shocked expression as he reminded her about transvestism.

"Don't bring that term up, describing our relationship back then, Mark," she yelled. Mark rolled his eyes and tried returning the favor with his hug. "I know you don't like transgender topics, but one of my lovers has been a transvestite," he said. Ginger shook her head as Mark's expression turned to a calmed one. "Finn does not count," she snarled. Mark playfully patted his wife's head, reminding her about their own relationship. "Oh, I can't stay cross at you," she said. A police officer came in to check the two. "Pardon me, but I would like to get some evidence for who may have recently stolen from your drawer," he said. Ginger looked a little intimidated, but Mark did smile at the officer. "I have details, regarding what to look for, Mr. Purrcision," he said. Chad smiled as Mark recognized him. "Mark?! What the hell brings you here," he asked. Ginger instantly gave the stink eye towards the officer. "I requested my husband to help me with this situation," she said. Chad licked his lips as he looked at Mark from his head to his feet. "I love strong men just as much as you do," he teased.

Mark blushed at Chad's flirtatious comments. "Uh, thank you, Chad," he said. Chad purred as he noticed some of the inventions in the drawer. "Ginger, you're much naughtier than I thought," he teased. Ginger's cheeks blushed at the flirtation, but knew this was from Chad. "Chad, I'm already married to this superhero," she said. Chad found a check list of her inventions contained in the drawer. "What does this 'Gend-Bend invention' look like if I can't find it here," he snarled. Ginger and Mark happily chimed in. "It is pink and blue with multiple buttons. Model #7 has been particularly stolen," Mark said. Chad envisioned Mark as a woman, heavily panting at the mere thought. "God, I wish I had one, too," Chad said. Ginger awkwardly looked at her spouse. "Mark? Are you sure you will need the cops' help," she asked. Mark nodded as he disagreed with his discomforted wife. "Chad's my in law, so I think he can help," he quietly whispered to her. Chad wrote down the invention's specifications and gave a wink to Mark.

"All right, Champ; don't fret too much," he said. Ginger sighed as Chad soon exited after putting down Ginger's check list. "Mark, I wish he were intelligent, just like we are," she quietly whispered to him. Mark nodded in agreement as he accepted Ginger's hug. "I know why you would think that," he said.

Meanwhile...

Toffee looked at his seized invention. "Now I have to manipulate the town folk into welcoming me in town," he thought. Toffee reluctantly strapped the collar around his neck's flesh and attempted to press a button. He felt a strange aura concealing him, or what would now be his female counterpart. Toffee looked in the mirror, horrified by her breasts. "My God, this invention made me female," she shrieked. Her lack of clothes made her a little hornier, now that this was slightly easier to trick Mark. "According to this bio on my phone, Mark Krieg dates anthropomorphic women more than any category," she read. Toffee looked at her erect nipples, curious about if they made milk. She latched her mouth on a nipple and tried suckling for milk. Apparently, her breasts have yet to make their milk. "Well, I may as well induce lactation if Mark does love lactating women," she quietly said to herself. Toffee looked at her credit card she fortunately used to buy online, intriguing her to start shopping clothes. "Sure I stole that collar, but it could be convenient for some plans," she thought.

One Month Later...

Chad looked unhappily at his friends. "Ginger, I think the criminal's long gone," he said. Ginger hugged Mark as she quietly cried a bit. "It's been a month since the theft, and now it can't come back," she wept. Mark hugged his wife as she would continue crying. "It's been years since there was theft, so this case is too unusual," he said. Chad nodded in agreement as he handed some documents to his friends. "It may not come back, but here's the current evidence; a four-fingered hand opened the drawer, but one finger's possibly a stump at one point. Within the millions in Egypsia's population, no one ever matched the fingerprints the staff documented," he said. Ginger curiously looked at Mark, who tried brainstorming for a few scenarios. "Chad, do you know when I would have been an undercover police officer," he asked. Chad's facial expression changed as he considered letting Mark help him and the police department. "Since you've helped with disbanding CUBLA, I think you will be worth considering," he said.

Mark groaned a bit as Ginger looked with slight excitement at him. "I think you're handsome in those uniforms," she said. Mark blushed in embarrassment as Chad licked his lips. "C'mon, kiddo; we need humans like you," he said. Mark sighed and tried offering a handshake to Chad. "You have a deal, as long as you don't hit on my wife when I'm gone," he said. Ginger watched the two friends handshaking with a grin. "Good luck, my dear," she said while presenting him a spy pen. Mark curiously looked at the pen Ginger was offering. "Gin, I have telepathy, so a spy pen is not my first choice," he said. Ginger groaned in annoyance at him. "It can wirelessly transfer what it's recording; thus, applicable evidence can be preserved for the police department to use," she said. Mark reconsidered his choice and accepted his wife's offer. "In that case, I will appreciate it," he said. Ginger sighed as she delivered the pen to him. "This is a version with your name in gold lettering, as I've made a couple prototypes of spy pens," she said.

Meanwhile...

Toffee looked at the invention that he recently removed. "I feel lucky that my masculine side has been unaffected," he thought. He looked at his dressers, one for each sex/gender. He then looked at his surgically modified finger on his right hand. "I'm glad I don't have to look at that stump," he said. He looked at his dating profile with a personal message from Mark. "Yes, I am available," he read. Toffee grinned with excitement at the collar he has been adjusting to. "Great; I'll have milk free of charge," he happily replied to him. Toffee strapped the collar on his neck, preparing for the next step involving his plans. He pressed a button for transforming to his gender-bent version he would use for Mark. "Mark Krieg, you're mine," she said.

That Night...

Mark looked at his spy pen while awaiting for his reptilian date, wondering if he'll even need it. From one of the restaurant tables, Chad waved a paw to Mark. Eventually, Toffee's female variation stepped in to greet Mark. "Hi there, Sweetie. You can call me Tiffany, or just Tiff if that's fine by you," she said. Mark blushed as Tiffany licked her lips a little. "Nice to meet you; I'm Mark Krieg," he said. Tiffany smiled as they held hands. "I'm not used to dates, so you can lead things off for me," she said a little sheepishly. Mark hugged Tiffany, whose tongue brushed along his neck. "I could certainly give you some pointers, as in tips," he said. Tiffany could not help but start giggling a bit. "Oh, you are adorable," she teased. A waiter overheard Mark's voice and walked to him. "Herr Krieg, what would you like me to get you," he asked. Mark wrote down his requested dinner dish, along with the beverage. "This would work for me," he said. Tiffany panted as she carefully listened to Mark's voice. "Why do I want to love him," she thought.

Chad noticed Tiffany's right hand; one of her fingers moved with the rest, but sluggishly. "Something's a bit suspicious," he thought. Tiffany ordered her meal and tried motioning the waiter to give both of them space. "You can help out with processing orders," she said. Mark gestured Tiffany to keep her tail acting ladylike. "Why does that tail get so tickle-happy," he asked. Tiffany blushed a little from embarrassment as she saw her tail tickling behind his neck. "Sorry, I'm just excited to date a man like you," she said. Mark skeptically looked at her, alluding that he didn't trust her yet. "Sure," he sarcastically responded as one of his hands clenched her tail. Tiffany moaned as he tightly held on her tail. "I love those hands; I bet you'll get more tail when we're done," she teased. The two shared a laugh at the lame pun. Chad shook his head at the very obvious pun. "I don't have a tail, yet I see the point," he thought. Tiffany gestured Mark to "hug" her. "Touch what you want," she said. Mark looked with a confused expression at his date. "Even the big boobs," he inquired.

"Especially my big boobs," answered Tiffany. Chad carefully listened to the sound of her voice, although with more arousal as he watched Tiffany loving the breast play. "Goddamn, those two just make me hornier," he groaned. Tiffany bit her lip while she looked at Mark. "Shh, somebody's coming here," she said. Mark stopped fondling the lizard's breasts and watched someone carrying their food. "Fuhrer, I mean Mark, here's your dish and its beverage," he said. Tiffany looked furiously at the waiter. "Where is my food," she snapped. The waiter nervously looked at Tiffany's very sharp gaze. "Your dish will be here as well," he said. Tiffany just snarled at the waiter, who soon left. "What's with the staff," she asked. Mark shrugged and happily had some of his pasta. "(He takes a bite.) Sometimes, the staff has been busier than the norm," he said. Tiffany looked at the taxidermized head in the restaurant that was hung on a wall. "Eww what is that," she asked. Mark saw the preserved, inhumane head and remembered something. "Oh, that? A decapitated head named Etheras. Don't ask why," he said.

The waiter came back with Tiffany's meal, making her a bit happier. "Here is your meal," he said. Tiffany grinned as she replied with a: "Thank you." Mark gestured the gentleman to stay for a conversation. "Can you use my credit for this," he inquired while he showed his membership card. The gentleman nodded as Mark let him use it. "Yes, that can work," he said as he inputted the card's numbers. Mark got his card back after verifying the transaction. "Thanks for the help," he said. Tiffany enjoyed her sandwich and eagerly looked at Mark. "Oh God, I want you so badly," she accidentally mumbled to him. Mark looked at the sexually aroused reptile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Tiffany panted as his lips pressed on her flesh. "Shall we mate once we're done here," she asked. Mark quietly nodded as they continued having their meals. Chad looked at a waitress who handed the receipt. "Mr. Purrcision, you don't have to stay here all night," she said. Chad purred as he and his friend held hands. "I know, but I found a lead," he said.

The waitress curiously looked at Tiffany. "Who is that, Chad," she asked. "Her name is Tiffany," answered Chad. The waitress had a skeptical look, wondering why she was dating Mark. "I've seen that guy with multiple women, but this chick's the most unusual," she thought. Chad signed the receipt and gestured the waitress to let him be. "All right, I think I'll let you go on now," he said with a purr. The attractive woman blushed as she waved to him. "Have a great one," she said. After Mark and Tiffany were done, the two left after they successfully kissed one another on the lips. However, part of Tiffany's middle finger fell off, alerting Chad to get the sample. "I can't let Mark get that yet," he thought as he sprinted from his seat under the restaurant table at blinding speed few could keep up with. Mark and Tiffany's kiss stopped as the latter's stump was prevalent again. "Where's that finger-like implant," she thought. Mark noticed Tiffany's anxiety as he looked at her. "What's wrong," he asked. Tiffany gestured him to look at her face. "Mark, I'll be honest; I recently got a sex change," she said.

Mark's facial expression changed from love to downright horrified. "Why would you go through that pain," he asked. Tiffany smiled as she hugged him. "Actually, it was not the worst thing I went through. Fortunately, I have found true love out of this, especially when I love you with all my heart," she said. Mark smiled at Tiffany's heartwarming sentence. "Tiffany, thank you," he calmly said. The couple exited the establishment and shared a kiss as Tiffany began to set up a teleporting pod. "My place, or yours," she asked. "Mine," Mark calmly responded to her. Tiffany let him type in an address for her. "If you've heard about Furwaukee, that is where I live," he said. Tiffany smiled as he teleported them to a street. "What is this place," she asked. Mark held her left hand with his right hand as they walked up the slope. "This is the same street I've lived at for years," he said. Toffee's half of the inner spirit looked with excitement within the street. "My God! It's a work of art," he thought. Tiffany grinned as she looked around the street's sides. "I'm enjoying the tour," she said.

To Be Continued in Part 2...