Owen and you had shared three incredible years together, your love growing more profound with each passing day. As a gay couple, you'd found solace in each other's embrace, celebrating your unique bond and differences. Owen, the bottom, adored your passionate nature in the bedroom, and you reveled in his eagerness to explore new depths of intimacy.

Your love for rough, lovemaking was a hallmark of your relationship. You thrilled at Owen's eager submission, and he delighted in your dominant, protective presence. Nights were filled with fervent lovemaking, leaving you both breathless and entwined.

One fateful evening, your passion reached new heights. As you lay together, exhausted and content, Owen gazed up at you with tired eyes.

"Love, you really are an animal in bed,"

he chuckled, his voice laced with affection.

"I swear, I want revenge,"

he added, pouting playfully. You smiled, pulling Owen close, and drifted off to sleep alongside him.

The next morning, Owen woke before you, as was his habit. But as he reached for you, his eyes widened in shock. You had transformed into a woman overnight. Owen's mind reeled as he shook you awake.

"Wh-what's going on?"

Owen stuttered, confusion etched on his face.

You slowly opened your eyes, disoriented and shocked. Your hands instinctively went to your chest, and you gasped.

"What's happening to me?"

you asked, voice trembling.

Owen's attempt at humor eased the shock,

"Well, seems like I'm going straight now, huh?"

he teased, his voice laced with playful sarcasm.

"And looks like I've got a golden opportunity for payback... in every possible way!"

Owen added with a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.